US- Louis Partridge Fanfic

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Friday 2nd October.

Its my last night in London, so me and my friend Grace have decided that it would be fun if we spent our last night at a night club. We would have to sneak in of course. We're only seventeen. However, we both have fake ID's. We've been in London since Wednesday. We skipped college. My parents are going to be fuming when I get home. I wish we could stay in this shitty hotel room for a few more days, but we can afford it. For the past hour and a half, we have been getting ready for this night out. I'm just finishing curling in my hair on the floor as the mirror is a full length one.

"How do I look?" Grace asks, giving me a twirl. Her golden mixed heritage skin glistening in the ceiling light. She looks beautiful.

"Like you've been dragged across a road at 50 miles per hour" I joke.

She smirks "Very funny y/n. I could say the same about you, but I'd say more like you have been dragged through a bush and then got run over about twenty times and then fell into a big pile of mud."

I laugh at her immaturity, "Sounds about right. You look amazing Grace."

"Thank you. You do too y/n" she smiles, leans over and wraps her arm around me giving me a comforting hug.

We finish getting ready and get into a taxi. When we arrive outside the nightclub, we can hear the music blasting from inside. I can see loads of drunk people tumbling out to either smoke or leave and I spot eager people waiting to get inside. It's cold so we join the small queue. We wait for about ten minutes and show the bouncer our fake ID's and somehow, we fool him. Now we're in.

As we enter the sweaty dark room, the music hits my ear drums, and my heart starts vibrating. There's neon lights flashing into my eyes almost making me blind and intoxicated citizens dancing like they don't give a shit.

Grace and I make our way through the smelly crowd and find the bar where the bartender asks for what drink we'd like. I ask for a Vodka and Coca Cola and Grace asks for a Margarita. We sip our drinks whilst dancing to some tunes.

We get further into the night and I start to feel a bit tipsy, so I decide to find a place to sit. I see some sofas, so I parch myself on one. I look to my right and a young looking boy with blonde curtained hair is relaxing with a beer in hand. He smiles "Hello." His London accent is so strong, I love it.

"Hello" I say in my soft Birmingham accent.

"My names Charlie, it very nice to meet you." He puts his hand out in a very gentlemanly manner. I touch his soft hand and he moves it up and down.

Still holding his hand, I reply with "My names y/n. How old are you?"

He lets go and takes a sip from his beer "You're not going to like to hear this... I'm actually seventeen. I snuck in."

My face lights up "Me too!"

His face lights up "Oh my god. How weird?"

"I know right."

We sit there speechless for a second.

"So, you having a good night?" He asks.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Nah. This is boring. You here with anyone?"

"My friend Grace, she is just over there" I point over to her and she's dancing with a dark skinned guy. "Are you with anyone?"

"Funnily enough. Your friend is dancing with my mate Jordan."

"No way. What a coincidence."

Silence once again. I question "Are you single?"

"No. I have a girl friend called Millie. She's super sweet, you'd probably like her."

I smile. I was hoping he would be single, but I guess I should be happy for him.

"Are you single?" He asks.

"Yeah. I've actually just got out of a relationship. I'm heartbroken but I'm over him now. I think."

He raises his eyebrows and mumbles "Louis would be perfect for you."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

I just about got what he said. But I'm confused. Who's Louis?

Charlie breaks another awkward silence, "I was meant to be at a house party tonight. At my mate Chris's house. It would be so much more fun."

"Why don't you go?" I suggest.

"I want to, but this fucking moron wanted to come out clubbing. House parties are so much more fun no cap."

I take a deep breath and as I'm tipsy I think fuck it and say, "I'll go with you."

"Really?" he looks at me with hopeful eyes.

I nod and he gives me a hug. I wasn't expecting that. He downs his drink and stands up. He grabs my hand and then we're off. We walk past Grace and Jordan, and he lets them know where we're going. A taxi pulls up and we jump in the back. Charlie gives the drive the location and we set off. The ride lasts five minutes and we stop at a terraced house.