~~Clare slid on her leopard bodycon, and strapped on her peep toe Christian Louboutin pumps. She then straightened her brunette hair, and applied a smoky eye look that brought out her dark blue eyes. Lily had invited her to a V.I.P. party where she could start seducing Harry. She was going for a sexy, non- slutty look.
Clare always made up a fake life when she met the boys. Once she was a animal trainer because a guy loved animals. Now she was a professional photographer, snapping shots of celebrities at this party.
As she applied a coat of bright pink lip gloss, she was ready.
Her phone buzzed and shone One new message. She unlocked it. We are at the party- Lily.
As Clare arrived at the party, she was overcome by paparazzi. She pushed through the line to the bodyguard. "Who are you?" he asked. He was a big man, with strong muscles, and loomed over her. Clare wasn't afraid.
"It doesn't matter who I am..." Clare said, handing him her pass. "As long as I've got a ticket."
The man opened the door, and Clare stepped inside, flashing him a wink. He smiled. She could make anyone love her. Why wasn't she famous? Why wasn't she queen?
Clare searched for a blond hair girl and curly headed boy. She spotted them at the bar, and caught Lily's eye. "He's all yours." her eyes said.
She whispered something to Harry, and walked away. Showtime.
Clare pushed through the crowd, catching glimpses of Katy Perry, and Justin Bieber. She sat down at the bar, inches from Harry. She eyed him up and down. He was a sight. Tall...handsome...Clare wondered why Lily would let him go.
"Oh, is that a Shirley Temple?" Clare asked him, eying his drink.
Harry looked at her. "Oh yea. I like them alright." His British accent would make any girl melt. Not Clare.
"I might get one..." Clare sighed. Harry looked away, and Clare grew angry. Almost every guy would see her, and not stop staring! Why was Harry not paying attention. Even Justin spared her a look.
She pushed her hair away from her shoulder as if to say, "Look at me!" She cleared her throat. Harry glanced at her. "Oh, I didn't notice you were Harry Styles?" she said, smiling, showing her perfectly white teeth. Something to be proud of.
"Um...yea.." Harry said, but this time, his eyes were locked on her. Perfect. Now I'm getting to business.
"Wow! I love your music!" Clare gasped, even though she hadn't heard a single song. Liam had showed her one but it was too long ago.
"Really? What's your favorite?" Harry asked, taking another sip of his drink.
Clare searched her mind for something to say. "Oh, they are all so good! I couldn't pick one!" she smiled again.
"I'm glad you like our music!" Harry smiled back. He looked at her feet. "So, I don't really know you. Why are you here? I mean, I don't think you're famous."
"I'm a photographer..." Clare said. "The name's Samantha." she said, holding out her hand. She had to use a fake name so Liam wouldn't remember her.
"Nice to meet you, Samantha!" Harry grinned.
"So are you here with anyone?" Clare asked, advancing towards the next step.
"Yea, my girlfriend." Harry said.
"Well, do you think she would mind if I stole you for a dance?"
Harry looked around. "Um...I guess not."
Clare grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the dance floor. She then started dancing as seductively as possible, emphasizing her hips.
Harry bit his lower lip, but quickly looked away. Then a slow song came on. "Um, this is awkward!" Clare laughed.
Harry blushed, but pulled Clare in. He held her lower back, and Clare wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer. "I can smell your Chanel No. 5." Harry laughed.
"Ooh, I like a man who knows his perfumes!" Clare cooed.
Harry pulled away. "Um...I should probably go find my girlfriend..."
"Probably..." Clare sighed. "But first..." she stuck her hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone. She typed her number. "If you need me, you'll know how to get a hold of me..." Clare winked, and walked away. She turned her head to see Harry frowning with a face of utter confusion.
That means Clare was right on track. Tonight was just Phase 1: Introduction. The rest of the show would continue tomorrow when she has an "emergency."
What a professional!