Disclaimer: I don't own anything but OC's I guess
I'll be 100% honest, I haven't written a fanfic in like 5 years. However, I can guarantee that I'm a better writer than when I wrote One Direction fanfiction when I was 12. I will say that I cannot guarantee whether this will be good or not, but I will try my best.
"Willa! Get your butt out here, let's go!"
With a big sigh Willa turned off the water to the shower and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy beige towel. She turned to the mirror, grabbing her makeup bag from the counter and unzipping it. Letting her towel fall to the ground, she got to work messily applying the bare essentials to the best of her ability. A little bit of cover up here and there, some lip balm, and then cat wing eye liner before finishing with some mascara. Hastily shoving everything back into its bag, she left the bathroom while towelling her long red hair. Walking into the rest of her apartment, she grinned at Neela sitting on her bed.
"Will, the least you could do is put some clothes on. What if I had brought Takashi with me?" Neela laughed while ignoring looking at her naked best friend. Letting out a short laugh, Willa simply turned to her dresser and started digging for some clothes.
"I'm sure Takashi would have begun complaining the moment he walked in. He hates how small my flat is" Willa mumbled, finally finding the short dress she was looking for. Standing up straight, Willa quickly slipped on underwear before shimmying into the satin dress.
"Go into my purse, I have some heels in there that would look good on you" Neela spoke from her position on the bed. Willa buckled the strappy sandals before slipping her cell phone into Neela's purse.
"Okay Neels. Let's get this show on the road" Neela happily jumped up from her spot on the bed, pulling her skirt down her long legs. "Do I look okay?" She asked Willa, who simply gave her a nod and a smile. Walking out of the small apartment, the two girls headed down to Neela's waiting Mazda RX-8.
Pulling up to the races always left Willa with a bubbly, excited feeling. The cheering of the crowds, the eccentric colours of the cars, and especially the drifting cars that fly past left Willa breathless from excitement. Neela put her blue Mazda into park next to Takashi's own car, where he and a group of men were leaning on the hood talking. Letting out a sigh and pasting a fake smile on her lips, Willa slowly climbed out of the car. Adjusting her dress to cover her slim figure, Willa strutted over to the group of men at Neela's side. Upon seeing his girlfriend, Takashi gave a serpentine smile and dismissed the men gathered around him. Neela gave her boyfriend a kiss as Willa faked a gag, turning her head away. As her head turned, she saw Han leaning on the hood of Mona Lisa, his Nissan Silvia, surrounded by a horde of stick-thin models. Willa threw him a glare, as Han casually threw a snack in his mouth, smirking at her. Willa watched as one of the models stuck her tongue in Han's mouth, all while he maintained the eye contact. Feeling uncomfortable, Willa turned back to Takashi and Neela who were laughing at Morimoto trying to flirt with one of the models hanging around Han. The model stormed away from Morimoto, her face red in anger.
"What did you say to ruin her day, Mori?" Willa giggled as the man sauntered back over to the small group. Morimoto glowered at Willa as he mumbled a "nothing" and crossed his arms, standing next to her. The two girls quickly went back to joking with each other, throwing playful insults at each other. Willa couldn't keep her eyes from drifting to Han, and she felt nothing more than to approach the man she hardly knew. All the quiet redhead wanted was to strut over to the asian man and jump his bones. The attraction and pull she felt to him was undeniable, and she was not willing to hold it back anymore. It had been months of secret glances, flirty momentary encounters, and subtle touches shared between the two and Willa was not ready to keep going this way. She wanted in his bed, and she wanted it now.
Willa grinned at Neela from the sidelines, as the younger girl stood in front of the two cars at the starting line. "Ichini tsuite" Neela pointed at Takashi, sitting in the car on the left. The engine of his black Nissan 350Z roared. "Youi", she pointed at the car on the right, some boy who had previously lost to the D.K. but insisted he had upgraded his motor. "Don!" Neela yelled dropping both arms. The cars were off, with D.K. in the lead only marginally. In all the excitement of rushing to the elevators, Willa lost Neela in the crowd. She stopped and looked around, trying her hardest to find the small Australian. Remembering that her phone was in Neela's purse, Willa resorted to her last option. Willas small stature left her hopping on her toes, trying to see over the heads of the crowds. Hearing a deep chuckle behind her, Willa froze and spun around only to come face to face with Han. Willa gave the tall man a glare, her meager five feet and four inches doing nothing to intimidate the man.
"You're cute when you're angry, sweetheart" Han quipped, smirking down at the redhead. He admired the smattering of freckles across her nose, and leaned forward the slightest bit to get a closer look at her plush pink lips. Willas breath caught in her throat, as she looked up into Hans dark eyes, She knew the man was getting closer to her again, and it would be only minutes before one of them stepped over the line and made the first move. Willa nibbled on her lower lip, trying to decide between shoving her tongue down Han's throat and joining the rest of the crowd upstairs where the race has inevitably finished. Deciding on the latter, Willa stepped back immediately feeling cold from the loss of contact.
"We better head up before someone gets suspicious" Willa murmured, turning towards the elevators. Han grabbed her wrist, spinning the small girl towards him. Upon seeing her surprised look, Han said "Wait, I just want to make sure you're coming by the club tonight." In a state of shock, Willa mutely nodded, breathless. Han let her wrist go, letting Willa hurry to the elevators. Once she was in, Han smiled to himself before pulling a bag of sweets from his pocket and traipsing over to Mona Lisa.
Upon pulling up to the club, Willa shot Neela a bewildered look. There were way more cars there than usual.
"It's probably because Takashi raced tonight and everyone is excited" Neela shrugged, pulling into a parking spot. Looking into the rearview mirror, the girls touched up their makeup quickly before climbing out of the blue Mazda. Letting out a sigh, Willa encouraged herself before following Neela into the loud, booming night club.
The moment the fiery redhead walked in, Han was acutely aware of her presence. Having spent the last few weeks with her interrupting his thoughts, Han wanted nothing more than for her to walk over to him and get rid of the gaggle of models that usually surrounded him. Han took a sip of his beer as the fake blonde on his left began whispering in her ear, causing him to smirk. Remaining quiet, Han listened as the model began telling him hotly what she wanted him to do to her. Han couldn't help but imagine every thing she was saying, except it wasn't with the blonde. His fantasies heavily featured the tiny little redhead who was currently grinding on the dance floor with Neela, Morimoto and D.K. Han stood up, gently pushing the models away from him and made his way towards the bar across the room. With one more glance at the dance floor, Han ordered a round of shots and began hammering them back.
"Damn Han! Can't imagine you're having that bad of a night" Twinkie exclaimed as he approached the older man. Han glowered at the young teen and threw back another shot, causing Twinkie to laugh.
"I seem to be having lady troubles" Han said, running a hand through his long hair.
"Well… I can definitely help you with that" Twinkie smirked, licking his lips. He shot a look at the models that waited anxiously for Hans return. Han let out a laugh, and shook his head.
"I don't think so, kid. This is a little more complicated than just a couple models." With that, Han threw back his last shot. Looking out over the dance floor, the man leaned back against the bar.
Suddenly, his eyes made contact with a set of green ones. Willa shot the man a smirk and decided to put on a little show. The small girl turned her back to Han, and shot him a flirty smile over her shoulder as she began grinding up against her best friend. From the corner of her eye, Willa spotted Morimoto and Takashi standing a few feet away from Han at the bar. They were glowering at the two girls, evidently having caught on to the show they were putting on in the crowded club. Letting out a giggle, Willa looked at Neela and said "I see two very angry boys watching us". Neela glanced at the two boys glaring at them, and laughed "Lets really surprise them" the tall girl winked at Willa. Turning around to face her best friend, Willa shot one last look at the three men watching the girls before leaning in and slowly kissing Neela. The two girls made out and grinded on each other, much to the surprise of Morimoto and Takashi. Pulling apart, the two girls burst out laughing upon seeing the shocked faces of the people surrounding them. "What the fuck was that" Takashi spat out as he reached the girls, forcefully grabbing Neela's elbow and pulling her away from the redhead. "You can't really be mad D.K. That was hot!" Morimoto laughed. Willa glanced over Takashi's shoulder and saw the perplexed look on Hans face. She noticed the tight grip he has on his beer bottle, and shot him a smile.