Harry danced and jumped around with his friend Nick on the dance floor in the most famous club in London. He was turning 19, his teenage years were almost over, he had to celebrate somehow, and he felt that this was the right way to do it.
"I have something for you!" Nick yelled in his ear, Harry barely heard him but he nodded and followed him off of the dance floor and across the room.
"Okay, what do you want?" Harry said to him as they approached the corner of the night club. Nick smiled then put his hand on his shoulders and sat him down on a chair.
Harry smiled and took another sip of his drink before throwing it on the ground; he could feel the alcohol kicking in, and he liked it.
"Okay, come out now!" Nick yelled. Harry looked around, but no one was coming, then a girl stepped out of the crowd full of sweaty dancing people. She approached them slowly, and instantly, Harry found her attractive.
"What's this?" Harry asked, Nick smiled, "Just wait and see." He responded. Harry looked at his clock, 11:56 P.M. his birthday was almost over.
The girl started taking off her clothes as she came closer to them, instantly Harry got a funny feeling in him stomach. Shit, he thought.
"Nick, I can't do this, I have to go to the toilet!" Harry yelled. Nick ignored him and watched the girl as she finally got to them; she sat on Harry's lap and started to grind on him.
The feeling in his stomach started to burn, then his head started to hurt, as the girl gave him a lap dance in her underwear, he started to get dizzy.
"I'm sorry." He whispered before pushing the girl off of him. He ran to find the washroom before he could throw up. He looked around but couldn't find it.
Harry walked to the bar and accidentally bumped into a guy on the way there.
"Watch it!" they guy yelled at him. Harry ignored him and coughed into his hands, he looked at it, it was green, his eyes widened. What's happening? He thought.
When he got to the bar he asked the bar tender where the washroom was, "It's over there, I think you just walked by it."
Harry turned his head and watched a guy leave the washroom, "Okay, thanks." Harry said before staggering to the washroom.
When he got to the washroom he ran to a stall and closed the door, his throat was burning and the feeling in his stomach wouldn't go away and it got worse, then the room started to tilt slowly to the side, he thought he was getting dizzier, but he was just falling to the floor.
He coughed again then more green stuff came out of his mouth. Fuck, he thought.
His vision slowly started to fade, he tried to lift himself off of the ground but he was too weak to do it. The last thing he saw before passing out was a pair of black converse approaching him.