There was really no one walking around campus by the time that we left my dorm, so it was relatively easy just to walk off the campus and headed to the bus stop.
“I told you it would be easy,” Harry said as he took hold of my hand while we walking down the sidewalk.
Standing at the bus stop now, and I really wanted to rant to Harry about making me wear this outfit. My legs are freezing and the only jacket that I could find to match the dress wasn’t very warm. I was relieved when we got on the bus considering it was a lot warmer compared to outside.
I wanted to ask Harry exactly where he was taking me but I knew he was just going to say we were going to a party, so I would end up having to wait until we arrived anyway. Harry seemed to know what he was doing as far as knowing exactly where we needed to get off the bus and the direction he needed to head in once we were back on the sidewalk in a new area that I’d never been to before.
“Here we are,” Harry said as we walked up to what I could consider a club.
It wasn’t as crowded like the clubs that you see on TV, it was a bit more laid back, but it still made me apprehensive.
“What are you supposed to do at these places?” I asked Harry.
“Drink, dance, whatever you want really,” he told me.
“But if I were you I’d try to stay away from some of the people here. You’ve never been in this kind of environment and you may be smart, but you don’t have a lot of knowledge on social skills when it comes to this,” he told me, and I wanted to be offended, but I knew that he was right.
Harry and I walk into the club and I already feel uncomfortable being here. He led me over to the bar where we both sat down. Harry ordered himself a drink and then asked if I wanted anything, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Just get a drink, I really think you need you, you already look tense and uncomfortable and we haven’t even been here five minutes, loosen up a bit,” he told me.
I hated giving into peer pressure, but I went ahead and nodded, giving him permission to order me a drink that just sounded like it had a lot of alcohol.
“You’re a bad influence on me,” I told him once the bar tender came back with our drinks, and that just caused him to laugh as he took a sip.
Harry watched me as I drank a bit of what he ordered me and he laughed a bit when he saw my face cringe from the burning sensation.
“It’s a bit stronger than that whiskey you had at that school party, but you’ll get used to it,” he joked and took another sip.
After awhile of us just sitting at the bar, Harry finished with his drink and me hardly half way done with mine, Harry said that he was going to go out in the middle of the club where everyone was dancing. He told me that I should join him, but I really didn’t want to. I was hoping that maybe then he would decide to stay at that bar with me, but he left anyways. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but I eventually lost him.
About ten minutes later though, I felt a tug on my arm and turned to see Harry.
“Please come dance with me,” he begged,
“It’s no fun without you,” he told me.
“I don’t dance,” I said.
“Neither do I, it’s hardly dancing, just don’t think about it,” he said as he grabbed my hand.
“Screw it,” I mumbled to myself and took a big gulp from my drink and went with Harry.
Once the alcohol settled in me, I was actually beginning to have more fun than I thought I would. Harry’s hands held on to mine, as he would occasionally spin me around. Just as I was really starting to enjoy myself though, a couple of girls came up and were trying to dance with Harry and were attempting to push me away as they danced. Harry wasn’t really acknowledging them, but he also wasn’t doing anything to stop them.
After awhile I just gave up on trying to dodge the other girls, and I told Harry that I was going to go back to the bar for a bit. I didn’t fully hear his response, but I left anyway. I ordered the same drink that Harry had gotten for me, trying to remember the name of it the best I could.
The longer I sat at the bar by myself the more I realized that I really did not belong here in this kind of environment. Harry belonged here though, he was having tons of fun, and he fit in, and before I knew it I was on my third drink.
Once I finished that one I was about halfway through my forth one when I felt myself really starting to feel sick. I made it my own mission to find the bathroom, but when I stood up and almost fell over I knew it was going to be even more difficult to find them considering I didn’t know where they were and I couldn’t walk straight. I eventually found the hallway where the bathrooms were, but I couldn’t even manage to open the door before I felt myself sliding down the wall to the floor.
The four drinks I had had already made me feel bad and it hadn’t helped that I had gulped them down pretty quickly which only added to the unwell feeling. The hall that I was in where the bathrooms were was pretty vacant and the few people who walked down were too drunk to notice anything except what they wanted to.
I took deep breaths trying to stop the bile that was rising in my throat. I had my back pressed against the wall and my legs were brought up to my chest and I probably sat like that for a good ten minutes before I heard someone saying something rather loudly as they came into the hall.
“Nicole?” he said as his eyes landed on me and he walked over to me.
“Where have you been?” he asked.
“Here, obviously,” I told him.
He sighed, “I was looking for you at the bar and I couldn’t find you, damn you had me worried, there are a bunch of creeps lurking around these places,” he said.
I wanted to ask him if he was that worried about that then why did he leave me alone at the bar in the first place. I felt like it was best just not to say anything else though for the time being because I was basically drunk and who knows what was going to shoot out of my mouth, and since I was a bit angry with him I would probably end up saying something I would regret.
“Are you okay?” he asked me as he sat down beside me.
“I don’t feel good,” I mumbled in response, not sure if he heard but not wanting to repeat myself.
“How much did you drink?” he asked.
“Why do you care? Just go back out there,” I told him.
“What’s wrong? I’m just trying to help you,” he said.
“You fit in here Harry, I don’t,” I admitted.
“Is that what this is about?”
“All those girls were trying to push me out of the way and you didn’t do anything about it,” I continued because that’s what had really bothered me.
“Okay, but am I dancing with those girls right now or am I sitting with you in the hallway of a club because I was frantically searching everywhere until I found you because I was an idiot for leaving you alone?” he said.
“I guess you’re doing the second one,” I said as I rested my head against his shoulder and he let out a dry laugh.
“I’m just confused,” I blurted out.
“About?” he asked.
“I don’t know what we are,” I told him, confessing what had been on my mind the past few days.
“Why do you need a label?” he asked.
“I just want to know is all,” I told him.
“What do you want us to be?” he asked me.
“What do you want us to be?” I asked back.
“I’m really good at these things,” he said,
“I guess, um, do you want to be my girlfriend, or not, or…I don’t know,” he said as he nervously ran a hand through his hair.
I just nodded in response but he got the gist of it and he smiled.
“Just so you know, I’m new at this so leaving you alone in a bar was probably the first of many mistakes I am going to make,” he joked but I knew there was some truth to it.
“You want to leave?” he asked me and I nodded. He got up and then held out a hand to help me up.