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Falling in Love and it’s Still his Birthday ( Pt. 2 to the One he Realizes He’s in Love with You)

A.N. - This one has been a long time coming and I apologize to anyone who I have kept waiting but I am officially back to writing and can’t wait to see where it goes <3 Thank you to everyone who has stuck around and hello to any of my new readers!!

The first thing you wake up to is the bright light in the room, the second a pounding head and the third the smell of pancakes. You sit up just a tad pulling at the hem of the bed sheets to keep the warmth from the bed to your body. After rubbing your eyes a few times you realize where you actually are and the events from the night before starting running through your mind again. You lay yourself back down and cover your face with your hands, you’re not sure if you should be embarrassed or mortified by your actions last night. You remember the dancing with the supermodels and the soft hiccups in the car with Harry and the sleeping of his bed. You look down at yourself and realize that you’re wearing Harry’s clothes. An oversized t-shirt and your own pair of shorts that you always leave here encapsulate your curvy frame. The smell of pancakes pulls you out of your train of thought and pulls you out of Harry’s bed. You try your best to make the least noise as possible just in case anyone else is downstairs with Harry.

As you make your way out of Harry’s bed you walk by his full length mirror and take in your out of bed appearance. Your once bouncy styled hair from last night has fallen out and your natural waves have started to peek through just a tad, your make-up seems to have been taken off and you can thank Harry for that. You don’t per say look your best, but Harry’s seen you at your best and your worst and this meets somewhere in the middle.

Making your way downstairs you almost felt sneaky, something felt different this time while you walked through your bestfriends home. Was it because you slept in his room or the fact that you were so enamored by the way he looked last night that you almost wish you didn’t just sleep in his bed last night. You can hear the soft noise from the TV playing in the background while Harry made breakfast, this is something that he always did and it never failed. While you approach the kitchen you get to take in Harry's appearance before he notices you’re there, he’s just the way you expected him. There Harry stood shirtless with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his Calvin’s peeking through at the top with most of his tattoos on display and his hair looks like a disheveled mess but it fits him.

“ Looks like the party girl woke up” You take a seat at his kitchen island and he passes you a glass of orange juice your way along with a plate with pancakes and bacon. He always made the best breakfast and you swear he’s the only one that can ever make pancakes that you actually love. There’s a perfect combination of thickness, fluff and chocolate chips.

“ Don’t ever let me drink that much ever again. My head’s pounding” you take your first bite out of the 2 stack of pancakes and they melt in your mouth just the way you like them. You give Harry a thumbs of approval and gratitude. You notice some stubble growing on his face and you’re trying to decide if it fits him or not. You always prefer a clean shaven, hair cutted Harry.

“ I didn’t let ya do anything, ya did it all by yourself. Never really seen ya have so much fun in yer life” a smile is encapsulated on Harry’s face as he takes another bite out of his stack of pancakes. You notice some new definition in his upper body and you’re almost taken back that you’ve never really paid any attention to things like this before. You shove another bite of food in your mouth to cover up the slight smirk that is trying to appear on your face. You don’t know why but there's definitely something off about Harry. He won’t stop smiling at you and you don’t understand why, you try to recollect your memories from last night but something out of the ordinary comes out to you. Sure your friendship was Harry wasn’t exactly ordinary but nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you.

“ Enough of the jokes, smart ass. Did you have fun last night? Di'ja enjoy your birthday?” you instantly get a head nod from Harry as you caught him in mid sip of his juice. He really looks angelic this morning.

“ Yeah, I had loads of fun. Was actually just texting some people and was thinking of having a smaller get together here tonight. Was thinking of having it around 7. Some barbequing and music” in your humbling opinion Harry loved his friends and loved to throw a good party, but does he never take a break? He’s always on the go and constantly wants to entertain but a kick back at Harry’s house sounds loads more fun than getting dressed up again.

“ Is this your way of inviting me to said party?” you furrow your brows up at Harry taking in the last bit of your breakfast and placing your fork down a little harder than you expected onto your plate.

“ Don’t have to come if ya don’t want, Bubs.” Harry almost sounded defensive in his tone but you surely didn’t mean it in that way.

“ Of course I want to come. You’re being weird and you need to stop” spending so much time with Harry sometimes led to snarky remarks or quick comebacks but it’s become quite usual now. Since he provided breakfast, you decide to take both of your plates and rinse them off for the dishwasher. You make your way to his sink and rinse the remaining food particles and place the plates in.

Harry’s sitting back and watching you and quickly glancing at his phone. Just as he looks up, you happen to be bending down and re-arranging some of his dirty plates in his dishwasher to make room for the new dirty dishes. He can’t seem to stare at your behind and the way that your shorts are way too short to be worn out in public and your butt cheeks seem to hang up just at the hem of your shorts. Your curly hair once matted from laying down and sleeping has started to fluff up again. Harry just sits back and watches you in such an innocent way, he doesn’t know what happened to him last night but he’s been like puddy ever since. Little did you know that when he woke up this morning all he wanted to do was kiss your sleeping face so tenderly and run his fingers under your shirt and cup your breast in his hands. He always was aware of how beautiful you are and many people have pointed it out to him before, but he’s never been so excited to be around you or even turned on for that matter.

“ You’ve run out of dishwasher pods” your voice breaks Harry out of the trance that you just had him in and he has to pretend that he was just listening. “ I told you to grab some when you told me you were last out. I’ll probably run to the store when I come back over later and I can grab you some” your constant nagging makes his eyes roll but your nagging is part of you and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Harry has just dropped you off at your apartment and after 10 minutes of back and forth you swore to him that you’re not going to bail tonight and that you’ll drive yourself back to his house tonight. You’re grateful that you left your apartment spotless when you left yesterday because now you get to just hang around and relax before needing to get ready once again to go to Harry’s.

You make your way into your bedroom and plop your frame down into your bed and just let yourself sink in. One of your favorite purchases of all time has to be this mattress and you wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world, besides Harry’s. Harry’s bed has to be one of the most comfortable beds that you have ever slept on and to be quite honest the sleep you had last night in his bed was one of the best sleeps you’ve had your whole entire life.

Thoughts of what you’re going to wear tonight go through your mind and you decide to look on your phone first to actually check the weather. Thankfully, the California weather has promised a steady 60 degree night tonight and you couldn’t be happier. The idea of some ripped jeans and a basic top will do for the occasion, you can only assume that Harry will also be dressed quite casually but again, it’s Harry and he can be quite unpredictable at times. You look back over at your phone and it’s already three o’clock which signals to you that you should probably start getting ready.

A few hours have passed and since you were crunched for time between taking a shower, sending some emails that unexpectedly came from teachers and taking a quick nap it’s already 6:30 You thankfully had some unopened chip bags in your pantry and you decided to bring those too. Since it’s a more “chill” night you decided on a pair of ripped jeans, an olive green ripped crew neck bodysuit and a pair of gold sandals. You left your wavy hair most natural with a hint of heat styled waves anywhere they had fallen out, make-up was pretty natural but you did decide to add some extra eyeshadow and over-line your lips just a tad to give more of a plump look.

The drive to Harry’s was pretty calm and the roads were mostly open. Once approaching the gated community, it was a breeze to get in since most of the guards were used to coming over. When approaching his home, you did notice some unfamiliar cars and the one is parked in “your spot”. Your name wasn’t on the spot or marked off, but Harry always saved it for you, but with all these people coming, how could he?

His front door is locked, but thankfully you have a key. Once inserted, you push the large doors open and make sure to lock them behind you. You hear a faint sound of music and you’re assuming it’s coming from the back of the house. Minimal lights are on around the house, but you continue to make it to his kitchen. You place the potato chips on his island and crouch down under his sink and place the ziplock bag into his empty dishwasher container. You hear Harry’s sliding down open up and as you pop your head up you notice a beautiful blonde walking in but just as you take notice so does she.

“ Hi, I’m Y/N.” you flash her a friendly smile. You don’t know what else to say because this is all still very new to you. You’re not used to people being here at Harry’s while you’re here, especially beautiful blondes like this one. She extends her hand out to you and she tells you her name but you’ve already forgotten it, it was something exotic though. She was dressed in a short skirt and a barely a shirt and suddenly you feel underdressed.

You take a deep breath in and make your way outside into Harry’s luxurious backyard. It was lit up with all these hanging lights and the fire pit was fully blazing, a crowd of people surrounding it and when you took a better glance you spotted your bestfriend and right next to him another blonde bombshell which so happens to have her hand on his thigh.

“ Bubs! Just on time.” Thankfully Harry jolts up and lets go of any connection with the blonde bombshell and takes you in for an embrace. He’s wearing a button down unbuttoned shirt with most of his tattoos poking out and a pair of shorts. He smells and looks so good.

“ Were you expecting I would be late?” Your snarky remark is made known to the rest of the guests as Harry guides you down to a seat. Fortunately for you, he sits right down next to you, however, he’s right smack in the middle between you and the blonde bombshell. She seems nice, but overly protective but you don’t even have a clue as to who she may be. He introduces you to everyone that doesn’t know you, but thankfully you have become accustomed to most of them. The conversation carries on from before you got there but after a few minutes the attention is turned onto you.

“ So Y/N, how do you and Harry know each other?” The blonde bombshell which you didn’t even bother to learn her name pops up.

“ Oh we actually ran into each other at the store one night. I had just moved into my apartment and went grocery shopping and as I was getting some ice-cream he was standing in the aisle and started to talk to me.” you look over at Harry and he flashes a smile.

“ Yeah, I remember her hands were full she looked like she needed a noble steed to help her out” Harry nudges your shoulder playfully as a group of people start laughing along.

“ If I remember clearly, you were the one struggling, Har. Poor thing didn’t know what flavor to choose from” you take a sip from your drink and look back at Harry as he covers his face in embarrassment.

“ That’s so interesting.” her voice just sounded condescending. “ And what do you do for a living?”

“ I’m actually a student and graduating in a semester or two. I work part-time though at the moment until I graduate” you flash her a friendly smile.

“ Oh that’s so cute. It must be so cool then, that you have a famous friend.” it seemed as though everyone was catching onto her intent of the questions and it was to belittle you.

Before you could speak up with something snarky Harry cleared his throat and spoke up, “ I’m going inside to get another drink, would anyone like something” a union of a few people spoke up in agreement to what they would like to be brought out. “ Y/N, why don’t you come and help me” and you gladly followed suit.

“ Your friend is a real bitch�� you’re blunt towards Harry, you try not to hold anything back when it comes to him because he always says how he appreciates honesty and doesn’t like for his friends to be shady.

“ She’s not my friend, more of an acquaintance. She’s here with someone else.” he grabs three beers out of his refrigerator.

“ She seems really into you” you don’t even know why that came out but it did.

“ Are you jealous, Bubs?” a smirk has encapsulated his face.

“ Not at all, just seems really affectionate with you is all.” you pop some chips into your mouth and signal him to go outside where the rest of his company is.

Some time has passed and most of the time it consists of story telling of Harry and what side of Harry everyone has gotten to witness or time on the road or concert life. It’s really interesting what side of Harry everyone’s come to know and how he actually is during the tour. As you sit patiently and listen you can’t help but feel somewhat sad that you don’t get the chance to experience this side of Harry, you get the domesticated Harry that works out and helps you with homework and watch movies with. You want to see the drunk Harry, high on life Harry, actually high Harry and all the inbetweens. You love hanging out with domesticated Harry but you wish that you got to see all of Harry.

“ You know ever since you've been home, it seems like Y/N has been keeping you hostage” Harry’s face turns a deep red and looks over to you with a huge smirk. He takes a swing of his beer and takes a full elongated gulps before coming up with a response.

“ It’s not my fault, I’m just so irresistible” he flashes a smirk back at you but this time it made you warm inside because God damn it, he was irresistible.

“ Excuse me, Styles. You’re the one always asking me to hang out. Always complaining you’re bored and have nothing to do. I have the proof if you don’t want to fess up.” you decided to play along with his games and you weren’t going to hold out.

A few laughs erupt around the fire pit when Jeff, one of Harry’s bandmates, speaks up, “ Styles, she’s got a point. Y/N, let me tell ya… Harry couldn’t shut up about you. Always checking his phone to see if you responded or always making sure if you got to school okay. He would always brag about how well you were doing well in school. These kids are obsessed.” this has you taken back and quite feisty.

“ is this, so?” you nudge back at Harry and again, a smirk is encapsulated on his face. His cheeks must really be hurting from all this smiling.

“ I plead the fifth” everyone rolls their eyes and laughs . That conversation ends there and the previous one is sparked up again. It's become quite evident to you that Harry’s friends genuinely enjoy your company and they’re really fun people. It's become evident to you that just as last night, the alcohol that you have consumed is taking over your body once again. You take a quick glance over at Harry and he’s talking to one of his friends and he just looks so angelic, your emerald eyes glistening and his tattoo’s ignite a fire all over his body. You’re not oblivious of who your best friend is or how handsome he actually is but you’re almost positive that he could never find a plain old Jane like you attractive.

Little did you know that Harry was also sneaking looks over at you while you chatted up with some of his bandmates. Even just a casual outfit made you stand out against all the others here, the blonde bombshell as his best friend calls her is absolutely stunning but there's no competition when it comes to Y/N because he knows you’ll always win. He admires you from afar, you’re standing up playing beer bong with his friends and he can’t help to look at your silhouette. Your thicker thighs and plump ass has Harry a bit rilled up and like last night he’s embarrassed to admit to it. Your long hair slightly slaying in the wind, he catches you licking your lips and he begins to wonder what your lips would look like puckered up against his or even wrapped around him. Harry’s drunk right now and can barely keep track of his thoughts but the only thing that's really on his mind is you.

The last of Harry’s guests have just left, which leaves you and Harry out in his backyard. The wind has slowly picked up and chills have been sent through your body, thankfully you’ve drunk enough alcohol to keep you warm. You and Harry are sitting across from each other, each in a lawn chair as Harry’s been taken a few drags from his joint. Something that you’ve come to learn about Harry is that sometimes he just enjoys smoking and sitting underneath the stars, it helps him relax and block out the rest of the world.

“ Did’ya enjoy your second birthday party?” Harry’s eyes looked slightly tired and you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the joint he’s been smoking. His hair lays effortlessly on his head with a few pieces of hair hanging off his forehead, the moonlight is illuminating him effortlessly and you can’t tell if it’s because the alcohols are talking you into wanting him more and more or if he really is just that beautiful.

“ Of course I did. Just me and some of my best mates together, it’s always loads of fun. You know I really am happy you’re here. Everyone loves having you around, Bubs.” his words make you wish you were melting in his hands like putty. Anything Harry says after dark always has a certain trance on you.

An hour or so has passed and you and Harry are still sitting in the same spots. He’s finished his joint and you two have just been gazing up at the stars. Smart comments and some flirty ones have escaped both of your lips but they’ve always been innocent. The tension is rising and you want it to go away but it might be risky.

“ Har, let's go swimming.” You know you don’t have a bathing suit accessible here and you are thankful that you wore a matching set tonight. It’s perfect timing.

“ Bubs, I don’t feel like getting up. I’m comfortable here.” Harry didn’t want to play along and that’s fine because you’ll make him want to go swimming with you. You’re thankful his pools heated because it really is too cold to even be doing this.

“ Suit yourself. Sit and be bored. I’m going for a dip.”

You hopped out of your seat and made your way over about 10 feet where the edge of the pool lands. Harry curiously and drunkenly watching you. He stares quite obviously when you slide your jeans down your tan curvy thighs and instantly he’s only focused you on. Just like earlier he can’t help but stare at your ass, it’s perfectly plump and thick with a few lightened marks on them but he thinks they’re adorable. He’s catching on to your little games but he can’t help with watching you just a little bit more. You fold your jeans and place them on the pool chair. As you take off your body suit he feels himself growing a bit hard. The way your ass is on full display only covered by a small piece of thin material covering the middle makes him just want you even more. He’s taking out of his little trance when he then notices how full your breasts really do look. Your tanned plump breasts over so slightly spilling out of your laced bra only has him growing harder. While you’re folding your clothes off to the side so they don’t get wet he notices that not only is your bra laced but it’s almost as if it’s see through too. You flash a smile over to him before jumping in.

“ It’s perfect in here” you’re leaning on the end of the pool looking up at Harry at this point. Your nose is crinkled up and you can’t help but to notice how handsome your bestfriend is, his pearly whites smiling down at you.

“ is that so Bub?” Harry makes his way to the edge of the pool and sits right in front you. You can’t help but to notice a possible bulge formed in between his legs.

“ is someone turned on?” You can’t help but to let out a laugh. The thought of Harry being turned on by you is not only flattering but also hysterical, you don’t know if it’s because of the liquid courage you took down earlier or you’ve just become more confident since last night but you have to confront him about this. The thought of Harry having a hard one that's caused by you makes your core feel warm.

“ thats enough Bub.. it’s time to get out… ” you can tell Harry is trying to avoid the question but you’re not done trying to toy with him.

Harry has turned around and made his way back to his seat where you two were originally sat. While making your way back over to him he seems to be shifting in his seat and trying to get comfortable, however, little does he know you’re about to make this situation a lot more uncomfortable for him. You’re standing not even a foot away from Harry when he looks up at you. He’s speechless, he's taking in every inch of your body that he can and in his defense you haven’t really left much to the imagination. Your long brown hair is clinging to your soaking body but that's not what Harry is focused on.

“ Since you don’t like to admit to things tonight… I guess I will.” Here comes the liquid courage. “ I was super fucking annoyed earlier while you were sitting with the blonde bimbo, and it made me even more jealous that she looked like she was ready to give you a blowie. I honestly wish you looked at me the way you looked at her for even a second”.

Harry motions you over to sit in the lounger next to him, as soon as you sit down he pulls your seat in closer. Your heart feels like it’s about to pound outside of your chest and your breathing seems to be hitched.

“ Y/N, she was a mere glance but I can guarantee you that my eyes were traveling somewhere else the whole night…” Harry’s hands leave his lap and make their way up to your cheek. “ my attention was on you the whole entire night, Bub. She wishes that I paid attention to her as much as I did to you… Bub it's taking every bone in my body to restrain myself from ever kissing you and sometimes bending you over my kitchen island. I’ve never been more enamored, interested or attracted to a woman in my life. The way you carry yourself is so elegant yet so cheeky at the same time.”

By the time Harry has finished his last words, I’ve managed to straddle his frame in between my legs. My wet body is leaning down on him for support. I’m usually not one to make the first move but I wanted nothing more than to kiss his perfect lips and run my fingers through those curls. Hearing Harry speak those words out loud not only gave me a confidence boost but for the first time I have felt like I’m truly loved and someone actually gives a shit about me. This person who I have straddled down knows more about me than I know about myself and for whatever reason that makes me wet and tight in my core.

“ Harry just kiss me…” is all I can mutter out while gently laughing against his lips before he gets the chance to crash them with mine.

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zayndrivesmeinvain · 8 months

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The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena

“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop.

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun.

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties.

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on.

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours.

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young.

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger.

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now.

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure.

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.”

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face expression if not her tone says it all.

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl.

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better.

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight.

“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them.

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well.

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her.

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is.

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for?

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once.

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?”

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight.

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care!

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well.

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping.

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order.

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders.

“What can I get you to drink, babes?”

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction.

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.”

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit.

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night.

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder.

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot.

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined.

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.”

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later.

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings.

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light.

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable.

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink.

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.”

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub.

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet.

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on.

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark.

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter?

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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