ONE YEAR LATER

Melody's P.O.V

My phone had been buzzing with messages, mostly from guys wanting to hang out, but tonight was going to be a girl's night out with some of my friends. One of my friends started dating a guy who owns a famous night club, the type where really rich important people go to, and for us image is everything, I mean we are Victoria's Secret models, we can't just appear anywhere. Going there I had to look my best, and not just because it was going to be crowded with hot rich guys, but really because I have to look good anywhere I go, that I learned from the girls when I first joined in, and unlike my mom they actually got me to like this whole model industry, but it's not to impress anyone, it's to make me feel better about myself. I'm not insecure or anything, if I ever said I was people would just start laughing and take it as a joke because according to them I'm the hottest thing in town and know it by how outgoing I am.

I'm not going to lie I've changed my ways of thinking, if back then I saw who I am now I would have hated myself, but thinking back I hate who I was before. Yes, I've become more snotty, superficial, thinks everything should revolve around me, don't talk to just any person, I've become someone I never thought I would be, but I enjoy it, and there's nothing really to feel guilty about when I'm surrounded by people who are the same, I don't know what I would do without my girls. I took the thought out of my head since I don't really have much time to think.

I was looking at myself in the mirror right before I had to leave. My hair was perfectly curly wavy, just the way I tried to make it look and I honestly had to thank my mom for having me be born with these beautiful golden locks. I had a short tight black dress on that showed off my hour glass figure, and the dress came along with lots of silver rhinestones at the top making it pop out, complimented with my shimmery diamond high heels. Our makeup artists taught us how to do our own make up for when they weren't there because they still wanted us to have a Victoria Secret model look for when we weren't on the runway, so I learned how to do my makeup from them, and not to brag or anything but I was pretty good at it too. I loved having a heart shaped face with my cheekbones defined without even needing bronzer to make them pop out, but I still put some on because it made it look even more better. My big blue eyes popped out thanks to the Smokey eye I did on my eyes. Then when I smiled I felt as if my smile was brighter than any diamond I ever put on. I checked to make sure everything looked perfect, which it did and with one last glance I left out the door and headed to the club with my friends who I noticed started at me with a jealous look as I came out… I hope tonight is a great night.

We entered the club and right away I saw everyone look straight at me, I walked with my head held high, confident as I always was, and giving flirtatious smiles to the cute guys. Right away people started offering me drinks, and of course I couldn't deny them. I know they were trying to get me drunk but tipsy was usually the farthest I would get. A blonde fit guy grabbed my hand and I went to go dance with him, as I grinded on him I saw guys wishing they could be in his spot so I granted them their wish and danced with a few others too, just the super-hot ones because I do have expectations, and I wasn't all over the place it was more of a decent sexy looking dance, but once they started getting too touchy I went on to the next one. It was really crowded so people were really close to each other but I still managed to drink the bottle of alcohol I had, so I was getting more drunk, but the more drunk I was the more fun I was having and this party was getting really good.

Suddenly I felt a guy grab my waist from behind and pull me towards him, I was to the drunk point where I didn't even care who it was so I didn't even look back, I just started grinding on him and he would guide me with his hands, they were all over me but I didn't seem to mind this time. He then grabbed the bottle from my hand and started drinking it.

"You chose the good kind… I'm surprised it wasn't too rough for you to drink it" he whispered with a British accent in my ear, he sounded so hot.

"Well I like it rough," I whispered back not realizing how inappropriate it sounded till after I said it.

He started chuckling and turned me right around to face him, all the sudden I realized who it was I had been dancing with… Harry Styles.