Paris Belongs To US *A lot can happen in 9 months sequel*

It's been 4 years since Zoe and Darcy moved to Paris. Zoe hasn't gotten over Harry. He claims he has gotten over her. When they bump into each other? Will their feelings come back? Or will life get in the way once again?


49. Whiskey


We got to the restaurant and ate our food. It was a nice place. Very expensive! I hate eating in places like this, I feel like some rich snob. 

After supper we headed to a club. This place was packed. We got in right away, because we ordered the V.I.P section. We got in there and they automatically started playing "What Makes You Beautiful." They do that a lot at clubs.

We bought a few bottles of champagne and got into our section. A bunch of fans came over and got pictures with us. 

It never fails that no matter where the boys go they get fans asking for pictures. None of them mind and neither do us girls. They may never get the chance again and I think that they deserve those pictures.

The girls and I went down to the dance floor. We all danced in a circle. We can't dance but we love to. Well Danielle can but that's beside the point. She dances like a goof to make us feel better. 

We saw the boys coming and invited them into the group. Harry grabbed my hand and spun me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I spread my legs a little bit so he could put his leg in between them. We started moving, grinding together. Harry had his hands on my hips and was rocking them to the beat.

We left the club around 2am, all of us are pretty drunk. We got back to our hotel room and we all headed to our own bedrooms. 

Tonight was the first night since Darcy has been gone that I even bothered to drink. I had fun tonight, a lot of fun. 

I need to let myself be happy, I know that Darcy would want me to have fun in all of these new places I'm going to.

I'm gonna be happy for my little girl. If she can't live her life I will live mine to the best of my ability.

Harry and I put on our pajamas and snuggled into bed. I pulled myself close to him so that my head was on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer.

"You smell like whiskey."

You smell like vodka.

"I think we both smell like a pub. I smell tequila."

Yeah we do, well we both drank tequila so that's where that smell is coming from.

"I had fun tonight."

Harry spoke ever so softly until we both drifted off to sleep.

Me too babe, me too.

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