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Chapter 2

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The road is packed tonight. It doesn't seem like there's a single street without a car on it.

Why the hell are there so many cars out? It's like 11:30pm and I'm stuck in traffic. I mean, granted, I'm down the street from a club but I'm pretty sure Friday nights are spent in the club, not in the car outside of the club.

There are so many cars lined up along the side of the road; some of them in the way and parked terribly. It looks like people were completely trashed while driving and I really hope that isn't the case.

I'm behind about fifteen cars waiting in the turn lane. I've been sitting here for ten minutes watching the light switch from green to yellow to red. I watch this happen twelve times before I'm even remotely close to being able to turn.

I'm very tempted to turn on my phone, to pass the time, but I quickly decided against it and stare at the light in front of me; just waiting for it to turn green again.

"Finally." I mumble while turning left onto the street across from the club.

I can hear the music; it's loud dance music. I'm not even next to the club yet and I can feel the bass from where I sit, waiting in yet another long line of cars who I expect are all trying to go the same place; Club Candy.

I despise that club. I hate its neon lights and loud music. Okay, well, I like neon and I love music but I just don't like the club. I've only been there once and I swore I'd never go back. It's been at least two years since the last time I was there. I don't remember much of the club at all.

Ugh. Why do Tiff and I have to live so close to a nightclub? We live three streets away and I swear the party never ends.

I hear the car behind me honk.

I've been staring at the outside of Club Candy, with as much hatred as possible, and I can't help but wonder what the inside of it is like. Before I can stop myself I find that I'm driving into the parking lot of the club and trying to find a space.

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When I walk into club the first thing I see is a black curtain and some red velvet ropes. There is a man in a completely black outfit, the bouncer, standing next to the ropes, with a clipboard in his hand.

He looks up at me. "Are you on the list?"

I laugh. "Nope, I doubt it."

He points to the curtain, "Non VIP is through there. Have a good time."

"Thanks," I say as I push back the curtain and walk down to a clear "soundproof" door with the words "Club Candy where the party never ends" etched on it in white.

“Seriously," I grumble while mentally slapping myself. I can't believe I remembered the catchphrase out of all things about this club.

I'm about to open the door when I hear something down the hall.

"What do you mean we're not on the bloody list? Do you have any idea who we are?" A voice yells in what sounds like a weird English accent.

"Mate. Calm down." I hear in a different accent.

"Look," says another voice. "I don't care who you are if you're not on the list. So, if you still wanna have a good time, non VIP is through there."

I don't hear any response back, instead I see the curtain open and five incredibly good looking guys walking towards me.

They're all pretty much the same height; one of them is only slightly shorter. It looks like all of them have tattoos, except for the short one.

The shortest one is partially blonde, he has his hair quiffed, and has on a blue button up shirt and some really dark blue, almost black, jeans.

The next is slightly taller and he has jet black hair, that is done messily, and a short scruffy beard. He is a bit darker than the rest of the guys and a lot more photogenic; he looks like a model in his black skinny jeans and Guns N Roses t-shirt.

The next guy is the same height as the last. He isn't quite as dark as the other guys but he is pretty tan. He has dark brown curly hair and some of it is gelled back away from his face. He got on some black skinny jeans, a sheer button up shirt, and a scarf. He looks really nice, even though he is wearing the same top as I am.

The next is about the same height as the curly haired one. He looks more like a model than all of them. He has his short brown hair quiffed and has a short beard also. He's extremely tall probably the tallest of all of them. He's got on some blue jeans and a gray button up. If I weren't mistaken, I'd say he's one of the Beckham's.

The last one is about the same height as the blonde one except he's a bit taller. He's got on a beanie and his brown hair is messily sticking out of the front. He has on a Killers t-shirt and some ripped skinny jeans. He looks like he jumped straight off of a tumblr page and I couldn't be more attracted. I can't stop looking at him. He's got the skater look going on and damn, it looks good. I'm practically drooling over him when the guy with the curly hair walks in front of me, blocking my view.

"Hey babe," says the curly haired one. "I'm Harry and you are?"

"Hey," I say with a smile. "I'm Cassie."

"Nice to meet you, Cassie," he says with a playful smile.

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine." I say, winking. What am I doing?

I didn't even want to come to this club and now I'm flirting with some extremely familiar, curly haired, British guy. Hold on a second... How did I not realize this before? I've seen these guys on some of the merch in the teen section at Crush. They're in a band called One Direction, I think... Holy shit. Wait until Tiff hears about this; she's going to freak.

Harry and I are still looking at each other when one of the guys clears his throat, making Harry focus his attention elsewhere.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, Harry, but do you mind introducing us?" asks the blonde one. I notice a silver line across the top row of his teeth: he's wearing a retainer.

"Umm.. Yeah.. Sure," says Harry. "Go for it." He backs away from me and the other four guys step closer.

"Hi, I'm Niall." says the blonde one.

"I'm Liam," says the tallest one.

"I'm Zayn," says the black haired one.

"And I'm Louis," says the skater looking one.

"It's nice to meet you guys. I'm Cassie."

I don't think they realize I know who they are. They must've figured that since I didn't scream at them, I must not know that they're famous.

"It's nice to meet you too," says Liam as he checks me out. Harry sees him and shoots him a warning glare. I giggle and they both look at me. Liam looks away but Harry keeps his eyes on me.

"Well now that that's out of the way, do you guys actually want to go inside or are we going to stand in the hallway with Cassie all night? I'm fine with either one," he says while giving me a flirty smile.

Do these guys realize that their accents alone could get me in bed? There is so much flirtation coming from guys who really don't even need to try. I'm not complaining, I love the compliments; especially in their accents.

I notice some competition going on between Harry, Niall, and Liam. Louis and Zayn see it too and they look at each other, almost like they're having a silent conversation. I watch them. Zayn nods and then the two of them walk over and offer me their arms. I take them and they escort me through the door and into the main part of the club.

A/N: Hey you guys. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Shout out to NourZheiry for being the first person to comment on the story.

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