Aubrey

"Hurry up, will you?" Willa yelled from the doorway. "We've got to go!" I was not looking forward to this at all. Willa had begged me to go clubbing with her tonight, and I was already regretting my decision to go.

"Why do you like it, anyway?" I pouted. Parties had never been my thing, and I'd never been much of a drinker, either.

"It's so fun, Rey. You get to listen to great music, and dance with steamy guys. I don't see what your problem is," she squealed. I came down the stairs. "See? You look hot. Let's go!" We quickly got into the Volkswagen. I looked back at the flat, already desperately wishing I could go back.

Harry

I suddenly awoke. Another nightmare. I sat up in bed and realized how cold it was in my flat when the breeze from the open window brushed against my bare skin. "Winters in London," I slurred. The rush started to flow to my head as I remembered flashes of the night before. The lights, the stench of alcohol, and the pounding of the music filled my mind as I crashed back down to my pillow. I rolled over slightly to see the time. 11:00.

The clubs were probably just filling up now. I'd gotten familiar with them over the last few months. I don't know how it happened, but it just did. I rose from my bed, barely able to stand. Beams of light rushed to my head. "The boys wouldn't be happy with you, Harry," I mumbled, "would they? They wouldn't be proud of you, Harry."

I stumbled into the bathroom and started the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, studying who I had become. Bruises and scars showed over my tattoos, and were evidence of my past. I lightly touched the soft skin. "Who are you? What have you done to yourself?" I asked my reflection.

I stepped into the shower, letting the cool water cleanse my face. Ringlets of my hair were flattened by the water as I closed my eyes.

Images of the crash forced themselves to come to mind.

I would not relive this memory. Not again. I opened my eyes and felt the tears slide down my cheeks, feeling hot as they joined with the cool shower water. I needed to suck it up. It was over.

Aubrey

This whole "clubbing" thing? Not a good idea. I sat at the bar, stirring my water. I refused to drink. Multiple seedy guys had tried to hit on me. One had even bought me a drink. "Piss off," I spat each time, getting them to leave me alone. My seat at the bar was decent enough for me to see almost the entirety of the club. I watched Willa, who confidently came on to guys left and right. Sometimes I wish I was as outgoing as she.

As I scanned the room, the new arrival to the club caught my eye. A tall, dark figure sauntered across the room, not paying to the women on the dance floor. He quickly seated himself on the other side of the bar, making light conversation with the bartender. I studied him for a moment before resuming the stirring of my water.

After a few minutes, I glanced back over to where the mysterious guy had been sitting. Where had he gone? I looked around the club nervously, feeling paranoid. I saw him nowhere.

"Looking for me, angel?" A voice breathed on my neck. I swiveled around on my stool to meet a beautiful face in close proximity to mine.

"Don't worry, I saw you looking at me earlier. I also saw you panicking when I disappeared." He chuckled, dimples showing, and called the bartender over. "What would you prefer to drink?" he asked.

"I don't drink. So don't bother." I remarked.

"A water for the girl, and the usual for me," the boy assured the bartender. "Someone needs an attitude adjustment, huh?" he laughed. He grabbed a stool from nearby and sat down facing me at the bar. "Harry." he stated, rubbing my thigh with his large hands. "What's your name, doll?" he asked me with a smirk.

"Aubrey. And I was just leaving. Sorry to waste your time." I got up nervously, as Harry was a bit frightening. However, by the time I had turned to face the exit, Harry stood looming over me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. "Not so fast. Dance with me," he ordered. He quickly pressed his long fingers around my wrists and dragged me onto the dance floor.

"You aren't listening to me," I said. "I have to leave." With difficulty I tugged myself from his grip and swam through the sea of dancing people as fast as I could. I felt someone grab me and pull me to them.

It was Willa. "Oh my gosh! Who was that guy?! And WHY aren't you dancing with him right now?!" she exclaimed, clearly more excited than I.

"Willa, you don't understand. I have to go. Don't worry abou-"

"Pardon, Willa is it?" I felt hands wrap around my waist, and a chin rest on my shoulder. Harry. "Don't worry about Aubrey tonight. I'll be bringing her home." Willa looked at me with wide eyes as Harry dragged me back into the crowd.

Harry's hands slid up my torso and back down my arms until his fingers intertwined with mine. He pulled my hands up to rest on the nape of his neck. I could feel soft curls resting there, gentle ringlets different from his rough personality. His hands returned to me, finding their way to my waist.

"You're a tough one, aren't you?" He joked, pressing his forehead to mine. "More fun for us that way," He smirked.

We danced with the rhythm of the thundering music for quite some time, and I found myself enjoying it. Suddenly, soft lips pressed against mine forcefully. I allowed it to continue, Harry's tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue, but I found that I was simply drunk on his touch. His fingers tightly gripped my hips, pulling me toward him and grinding his hips into mine.

Our passionate contact broke, and his eyes, vibrantly green, found their way to mine before he leaned in for another quick kiss.

I turned to face away from him, his rough hands grazing the showing skin of my thigh. I held his hand on my hip as we grinded to the music. My free hand moved up to his soft ringlets, tugging at them gently. What was wrong with me?

"Let's get out of here, Aubrey. Please," he begged. I snapped out of my fantasy as I realized what he was saying. I turned to face him, meeting his wondering gaze.

"I can't. I have to go home," I said. Harry's jaw clenched, and his fist tightened. He looked at me angrily. "Fine. I'll take you home. But I'll see you tomorrow, without a doubt." Clearly frustrated, he grabbed my wrists and dragged me out of the club.

When we arrived at my flat, Harry locked the doors of his Rover.

"Let me out," I pleaded. "I have to-" He stopped me mid-sentence with a gentle, long kiss. I felt his tongue push onto my lips, licking them before leaving them with a bite. He took a deep breath and looked at me with a sort of disappointment. I could slowly feel my lip starting to bleed as he released me from the confines of his hold. He quickly jumped out of the car to help me out. I licked my lip and could taste his breath on my tongue.

He opened my door, sliding his hands beneath my thighs to lift me out. "I'll see you tomorrow. And I'm sure that you'll look absolutely stunning," he spoke softly before setting me down.

As he closed his eyes, he leaned in for a short, but sweet, kiss, cupping my face in his hands. Then, grabbing my jaw tighter, he pulled my head to the side and leaned in to my face.

"See you soon," he breathed in my ear, vibrating all of the feelings I had throughout my body. He gave me a peck on the cheek, and pulled away, his dimples showing with his smirk and the wink of his eye.

Harry ran to his car and hopped in as I walked up to my flat. When I turned around to look at him one last time, he had driven away.

What have I gotten myself into? Who is this guy, anyway? I asked myself. This was the craziest I had ever acted.

Aubrey

Last night could have just been erased from my mind, if it weren't for the sudden disappearance of my mobile. For the millionth time, I checked my handbag that I took to the club. It still wasn't sitting there. "Where could I have put that stupid thing?" I muttered, rummaging through my room. In doing so, the house phone rang. My mobile caller ID showed up on the screen.

"Hello?" I offered frantically.

"Good morning, angel. You look beautiful this morning." It was Harry.

"You stole my phone? And are you stalking me?!" I yelled into the phone. This was out of hand.

"I didn't steal it, per say...I just borrowed it. There's a difference. Besides, you'll get it back."

"Why did you steal it in the first place? And you never told me if you were stalking me or not," I replied, flustered.

"I just stopped by to make sure you were okay. No hard feelings. I took it so you'll have to see me again, of course," he chuckled to himself before continuing. "Go get ready. I'll be back shortly." Before I could insist that he forget about the occasion, the click sounded and the dial tone deafened all other sounds.

I was really stuck.