Yours Truly

The average 16 year old girl Clara, has always been struggling making friends. She has never been one of the popular girs, and has only one really close friend. One day when she gets enough of school, she bumps into a charming young man, Harry Styles. Little did she know, that this boy could change her life completely..


24. "Some guy"


Emilys P.O.V

After a few drinks my mood was completely boosted. I felt like I was on top of the world, and all the problems with my confidence we’re forgotten. I was happy, and right now, crazy. The music was so loud I could feel the bas in my body, and straight away I hit the dance floor. I properly looked like a retarded goose with two left feet, but that was the last thing I worried about.

After shaking my butt of for about 10 minutes, I went back to the bar. I was just about to order another drink, when something or someone came tumbling towards me. I almost didn’t get a chance to look up before whatever it was hit me, and we both fell down immediately. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I screamed as soon as I got the chance. I looked into the eyes of what had hit me; an extremely hot young man. He quickly got up, reached out his hand, and helped me back onto my feet. “sorry” he mumbled and took a hand through his well sitting black hair. “It really hurt!” I screamed, alcohol always made me really happy, or extremely mad. “Is there anything I can do?” This time his voice was a bit clearer, but it still sounded like a mumble in my ears. I thought for awhile and then said; “Dance with me?” with a flirty tone. He was definitely the hottest guy here, and this was the best chance I would get. He winked at me, and pulled me out on the dance floor.

The music was loud, and this stranger was actually really good at dancing, or I was just too drunk to notice anything else. I moved closer to him by pretending to fall, and of course he caught me, so I landed into his strong arms. I felt such a weird urge to get closer to him, it must be the all the alcohol. I tried to make a move by leaning closer to him and softly placing my hands on his wide shoulders. Our bodies were touching, and I looked deep into his lovely brown eyes. I bit my lower lip slowly, and immediately he let out a dirty smirk. It was obvious he was drunk, but I didn't give a shit. I moved my body in the rhythm of the music, each time pressing myself closer to him. Our bodies slowly started moving together, like a wave of drunken love.

Suddenly he grabbed me, and pulled me straight up to his face. I got to let out a dirty smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth, and even our tongues started dancing. I felt his hands slide down my back and grab my ass. I hated to admit it, but I was so horny.

He broke the kiss, and I could see in his eyes that he was just as young, crazy and drunk as I was.

Immediately he pressed me up against a wall, and kissed me again. He was starting to breathe quite dramatically, and so was I. We broke the kiss again. “Wanna go somewhere else?” He said under his fast breathing. “Of course” I whispered and dragged him out of the floor, heading for the bathroom.

We almost fell inside, but I didn’t care. The only thing I could think about was him. Before we got too crazy I reminded myself to lock the door; it was so embarrassing when you forgot. He quickly pulled of my clothes, and for a tiny second he just starred at my almost naked body. He grabbed my and pulled me on top of him.

It was the best feeling in the world.

Claras P.O.V

The music outside the club was too loud, but since Emily had texted me to pick her up, I didn’t have a choice but to wait. A lot of drunken men walked by me, and shouted something after me that I luckily didn’t hear. I got really uncomfortable and begged she would show up soon. I used to be a party animal like Emily, but it had all gotten too much after waking up on the street with nowhere to sleep. All those nights with too much vodka…

My world of old memories got interrupted when a little creature showed up at the door. It fell directly to the ground, but instead of closing its eyes and lying still, it burst out laughing. “Emily are you okay?” I ran out of the car and sat next to her. “I’m G-R-E-AAAAAAAA-T-T-T-T” She cried and lay down on the dirty concrete.

It took some time, but I finally got her up on her feet and into the car. She smelled like shit; a bad mix of beer, puke, cigarettes. She had that proud smile drawn across her lips, and I knew she had met some guy.

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