The Lucky One

Juilia’s POV

I tried to find something to wear for tonight. There were not many clean pairs of clothes on my dirty floor. Eventually I decided on a short white halter dress. It was not too casual, the last thing I wanted was to look like I was trying too hard. But I paired it with a plain black track jacket and plain platform black sandals. I pulled my hair into a knot on the top of my head. I looked at my phone. 8:01. There was a beep from the intercom of my apartment.

“Uh Julia?” Harry’s voice crackled through my room.

I smiled to myself and hurried down the front stairs. I opened the door smiling.

“Hello gorgeous.” He said as he pulled me into a hug. I whispered in his ear.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” I pulled away smiling. With that I tucked my arm through the crook of his and we were off.

“So uh do you have any idea of where to go?” I asked him as we were walking.

“Just a tiny little place, but I hear this place is good. Pascal’s?” I smiled. It would have been a problem if he took me into some high end stuffy place. Pascal’s was a local taco shop. It was a tiny hole in the wall and only locals knew about it. We walked for a bit more just chatting. When we got to Pascal’s we both ordered burritos and beer. We sat at one of the plastic tables outside. I was surprised at how often I laughed you would except a pretty boy to be boring. But he was far from boring, it would have been enough for me to just stare at his face. His humor was a plus.

“So where are we going next?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that club scene I hear about? But only if you want to of course!” He said this with a twinkling in his eye.

“Yes let’s get fucked.” We got up and walked down the street to the nearest club The Bull Pen. I made the bouncer’s coffee so we were able to get in free of charge and without ID. The club was kinda dirty and had concrete walls and concrete floors, Everything was covered in Graffiti but the music was good. There was a new local rock band that performed every night. I ripped of my jacket and threw it on one of the couches up front.

“Get us some drinks will you?” I asked Harry. He nodded.
I ran to the edge of the dance floor and started dancing. I closed my eyes and moved with the music. Soon there was a tap on my shoulder. Harry was back with drinks. He handed me one. Coke and rum. Not a bad choice. After another round of drinks I reached up and put my arms around his neck. I was delightfully tipsy. I smiled up at him and we danced. When there weren’t as many bodies around us he would occasionally spin me. At one point I had one arm at his shoulder and he had one at my waist. It was that old fashioned kinda dancing. A few more drinks happened. I got closer and closer to him. I tugged on his hair. Rested my head on his shoulder. His hand went from my waist to the back of my dress over my butt. Then under my dress to the back of my thigh then to my actual ass. I pulled away.

“I need a smoke.” I said and stumbled out the back door. My heart was racing. I don’t do assholes. I do plain surfers, waiters, skaters, farmer’s market fruit sellers. They were simple but kind. I don’t do gorgeous. Gorgeous meant asshole. I also knew that I was the kinda person who fell easily. As much as I pretended not too. A one night stand and I was fucked. I was in love. This was the kinda guy I would love. He was gorgeous, intelligent funny. And in my fucking state if we slept together and he was gone the next morning. I would be hella pissed.

I was leaning against the wall. My fingers shook as I lite a cig. I felt someone approach me. I looked up at him and stubbed out the cigarette on the wall.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry I am fucked up right now. I shouldn’t have come at you like that? Do you wanna-.” He was blubbering I grabbed the belt loops around his jeans and pulled him towards me. His face was maybe an inch before mine. I smiled and he kissed me. He tasted like like coke, rum, cigarettes, and mint. It was an oddly good taste.

After a few seconds I moved my hands to his hair and kissed his neck, pulling away from his mouth.

“Fuck you drive me fucking crazy.” Harry said. I wasn’t sure what he said, or what was really going on, we were both fucked up.

“I wanna go back to yours” I whispered this into his ear and smiled. He grinned devilishly.

Notes

Sorry guys I have not written in a while. But I have wanted to get back into it. Get ready for some excitement. Please please please subscribe comment what you think and any suggestions and like.