Clouds // h.s.

Clouds // h.s.

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This club is loud, too loud. Liam left me here, in the middle of the dance floor to go take some random slut home. Everything is blurry due to all of the alcohol in my system, but I honestly couldn't care less. While trying to pick one of the girls who were staring me down from across room, I felt someone tap my shoulder. Little did I know that the girl who tapped my shoulder will be the reason I beat up a group of guys, rob a local CVS, and end up in the police station by the end of the night. How did I even end up here? Who is this girl that's been driving me crazy all night? And why do I want to see here again? Why am I willing not to have just a one night stand?
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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