Its Gotta Be You

Harry's P.O.V

"Al, the boys just came back from an interview and I gotta go now but I promise that you won't disappear off the face of the earth. Which is also our lives, so that means you're hanging out with us tomorrow missy...it's our last day and everything so be prepared for extreme fun!" I quickly slipped in before she could even come up with an answer. That would be the second time I would do that to her, the first being when she had to get her phone back which was only just yesterday. Yesterday, to say the least had been amazing especially when we were locked up in that closet together. I would be lying if I said I wanted absolutely nothing to happen between us right then and there. But, who wouldn't want something to happen between themselves and Ally? When we were in the closet I was yelling at myself to make a move, just pull her up on my lap a little more and plant a kiss on those luscious lips of her. Just when I had gotten enough courage to do so too, she freezed up. Totally shut down all emotions, and that just stopped everything I had built inside myself. She is the most difficult girl I have ever met.

“Harry! C'mon mate we're going out to lunch...I'm fucking starving!” Louis yelled out from around the corner. We were still staying at the same hotel but he had been standing outside of the room waiting for me while I called Ally. The only reason I had called her was because I saw some of the hate she was getting on twitter. Our fans can be very cruel at times, especially when it comes to the opposite gender hanging out around us. So, I first checked to see if she even had a Twitter, which she didn't, but then I called her to make sure everything was alright. I don't even know why I wanted to make sure she was alright, I mean I mostly just wanted to get in her pants but something else was twinging in myself. Something weird.

“Alright boo bear, I'm coming,” I called out to him.

“I bet you said that to him last night too....” I heard Zayn mutter from outside of the door. A round of laughter from the rest of the boys ensued and then a loud yelp from Zayn as Louis probably smacked him. I hopped up from the bed and pulled on my gray beanie since my hair was out of control today and I've had no time to tame the beast. Walking smoothly to the door I looked at Zayn and said, “You cheeky bastard.” Before pinching one of his nipples.

“Oi, those are mine mate! Grab Louis' if anyone's!” He yelled while crossing his hands over his chest. I let a smile creep across my face and smacked Zayn on the back.

“Please, I have more dignity than that...” Louis muttered when we started to walk down the hallway. We continued on with the day and all the while I hope that Ally would text me possibly so that strange twinge would reappear.

Ally's P.O.V

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Fuck on a fucking motherfucking stick. This isn't right, none of this is right. I can't stop freaking out as I look at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is curled into loose curls cascading down my back looking like a chocolate waterfall. My green eyes are outlined with smoky eye shadow and a cat eye eyeliner so that it makes them look ten times brighter. Then, my underwear. Yep, that's right my underwear, I haven't even gotten my dress yet and I have...fuck. I have ten fucking minutes until Jem is supposed to get here and take me out to where? I have no fucking clue. At first, this guy seemed cool and very calm but because of this I am having second guesses on him since he just sprang this 'get fancy' plans on me. I have been stressing out the whole entire time just worrying about something not looking right or a curl being out of place, which there have been quite a few. I drop onto my bed creating a huge bang thudding throughout the whole room. Fuck. I seriously don't do well with things just being popped on me last minute. I enjoy to have time to plan things and also think it through rather than spontaneously doing something. That's more of Zooey's foray.

Five minutes, fuck. Seriously, I had a dress in mind that I wanted but couldn't find it and that was the root of this stress truthfully. The dress itself was a simple black one that hugged tightly on my body just enough to show that I actually have curves but not enough to show everything. It went up to about my mid-thigh and even had short sleeves that drooped gracefully across my shoulders. Then paired with a pair of black heels and possibly a necklace/earrings combo that would be the perfect outfit but alas, my name is Allison Paige Ryder and nothing goes right for that girl. Taking in a dramatic sigh I try to push myself off the bed but I realize that that takes too much energy so I just end up rolling off it. Literally. I land on the ground with an oomph and that causes some picture frames on my dressers to shake. My bony knees hit the ground hard and ache a little from the fall but I push myself onto them and attempt to stand up. Just when I get into a crouching position the door slams open and I am crouching in all my glory in my underwear.

“Listen I don't know what you're doing or why you're crouching in you're underwear, but can you stop banging stuff around? Please, and thank you,” Rachel placed her hands on her tiny hips while giving me a weird eye. With a puff of air coming from her mouth she walks over to my shocked body and pulls me up from my elbows. “Ally, this fucking isn't the first time I've seen you in your underwear, you sleep walk sometimes remember?” That got me out of my trance and I shook my head then stood up by myself.

“Rachel, I have a question?” I look into her blue eyes. She cocks her head to the side waiting for my question, “Do you know where that black dress of mine is? I have this...thing tonight and I can't really find it...” I drawl out because she probably doesn't know where it is and because I don't exactly know what to call tonight. Is it Jem and I going out as friends? Or is this a date? If it is a date then this will be my first one, like ever. Boys aren't generally attracted to me or find me datable per say.

“Yeah, it's on my floor, but anyway the reason I came in here is because some creep has been parked outside for like ten minutes and is staring up into the house. Should I call the cops? I'm starting to get a little freaked out, like what if he goes all psycho on us and murders us all? Huh? That could happen...” I put my hand over her mouth to shut her up.

“Rach, why the fuck is my dress on your floor? And secondly show me the guy, okay?” I told her. She nodded with bright eyes and grabbed my hand pulling me to her room. I was so thankful that by this time my step-father is usually asleep since he has to work so early in the morning or else he would have witnessed me walking around in my black underwear. We walk quickly to her room and I pull her door shut finding the black dress I was looking for actually on the floor with some dirty shirts on top of it. “Rachel, seriously why would you even need to wear this?” I asked while sending daggers at her or at least hoping I was. She shrugged and dropped to her knees crawling to the window. “Rach, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked tiredly. My sister is so weird sometimes this being an exact example.

“I don't want the killer to see me, if he does then I'm definitely going to be at the bottom of the ocean by tomorrow...” She whispered, sometimes I really think she has problems. I roll my eyes and walk over to the window and stand right in front of it surveying the outside for the possible 'killer'. I see an unfamiliar black car that looks way too fancy to even be in this neighborhood and I wonder why the fuck it is even here. I lean in closer to the window and squint to try and make out the figure in the drivers seat and just then the door pops open and I stand there waiting to see who the person is. A black clad leg pops out and slowly stretches out until both of them are out. The guy (I respectively assume) is now pulling himself out of the car and a bronzed colored head of hair pops out from the black uniform. I then catch eyes looking up at me and I scream and drop to the floor. All the time Rachel had been cowering on the floor biting her nails but when I screamed she started to squirm yelling stuff along 'I'm going to die!' or 'I'm too pretty to die kill her!'. I looked over to her to see tears had started to fall as she got hysterical over this totally not killer outside.

“Rachel shut up!” I scream into her face. Her mouth closes but the tears are still falling as I look her in the eyes. “That is not a killer, that is the guy that is taking me out tonight. The reason I needed that black dress and now he has seen me in my underwear. Fucking hell!” I groan. The tears stop and she starts to giggle uncontrollably and roll around on the floor. “Yeah yeah brat just wait till you're my age and go on dates! I'm going to embarrass the fucking hell out of you!” I yell as I crawl over to the black dress and pick lint off of it before slipping it on. Now that all of my business is covered I walk out of the door to leave Rachel to her laughing. This is why I didn't take her to see those boys with me.

Just as I stepped into my room the doorbell rang and I heard Rachel jump up and run down frantically to it just to further embarrass me. I sigh as I plop down on my bed and take out my heels that will definitely kill my feet by the end of tonight. I grab my bag double checking that everything is in there. My cellphone, some money, some mints, why the fuck is there a bag of raisins in here? I sigh giving up on that mystery and slowly and painfully walk down my stairs to greet the supposed 'killer' and go out with him.

Zooey's P.O.V

I didn't get out of work until seven thirty and by then Ally had already adventured off onto her little date with supposed gorgeous man. God damn I wish I was still seventeen or else they wouldn't keep me here from eight in the morning until seven thirty at night and I would actually have a life. But alas growing up is unchangeable and I am eighteen. I pull out my phone to check any texts from Ally to see if she got it in yet. That girl honestly just needs sex. She is so paranoid and neurotic that banging the fuck out of a guy would just do her some good, same goes for Rachel when she's old enough.

Two new texts eh? That's enough to tell me they fucked and then tell me how it was after. I click open and the first one is from Ally.

Ally: Jem just saw me in my underwear before we even went on this date thing. Rachel thought he was a killer and didn't even let me put clothes on before I stood in front of the window...this night shall be filled with lots of awkward.

I laughed hysterically thinking up a witty response to tell her before I go and check the other one.

Zooey: God, I told you he was going to see you in your panties...just not the exact way I told you he should...but make me proud tonight! Don't do anything I wouldn't do...which isn't much ;)

There we go enough to freak her out for the rest of the night and make her worried about having sex with him, well done Zo. I clicked open for the next one which was from an unfamiliar number, probably just an ad for the phone company. I got my keys out of my bag and popped open the car door and plopped down in the drivers seat. The message opened and I scrunched up my face as to who and what it said.

8473921047: Hey babe, its Zayn. Just wondering if you want to come out tonight with the boys and show us a club or something to do? We're dying of boredom save us!

Staring blankly at the message I dropped my phone and started driving home. It wasn't that I didn't like Zayn because trust me I really do, a little too much if you ask me. When Ally told me we were going to meet One Direction I knew that I had to fuck Zayn just for shits and giggles but when we were in the actual act of it something just happened. It was like I was staring up at him and he had all the feelings in the world he could give me that I never received. I don't know, something about him just made my stomach flutter and I actually wanted to be around him and something I didn't do was relationships. For me, they just get messy and I end up cheating or just getting pissed at how clingy the guy is. I can only imagine being in a relationship with Zayn, who is in a boy band who travels around the world...clinginess would not be a problem but me not cheating would.

I sigh as I stop my car at a red light, I need to get fucked tonight. I don't care if it is a Sunday, I'll take off tomorrow. I just need to get mindlessly drunk and fuck, that's all. Maybe letting the boys come along wouldn't be too bad either...

I pull over to the side of the road causing dust to swarm up all around me. I whip my phone out of my cup holder and text furiously with a plan in mind.

Zooey: Hey bro, yeah I need to get totally fucked up tonight. I just got out of work so...be ready by 9 good, yeah?

I waited for a response while the car sat in the small ditch on the side of the road. Finally my phone buzzed to life and I slammed it open to see the response.

Zayn: Excellent babe, see ya then ;)

I smiled to myself trying to imagine which dress I own would make my ass and tits the best they have ever been tonight.

Ally's P.O.V

“Are we even in Pennsylvania anymore?” I ask awestruck at the building that is standing right in front of me. The whole building is marvel white with columns holding the roof up and little twinkling lights are hung up around the beautiful willow trees hanging around the building. This place even had a valet that took his fancy car away. Speaking of Jem he was decked out in a full tuxedo and a little bow tie instead of a regular tie. He went around the car to hell me out of it because of these damn heels are so hard to navigate in. Now we were walking arm in arm towards this incredibly fancy building that had people in full gowns and suits. I can admit I felt like I entirely did not belong here at all. I think Jem could feel that because he took my hand and squeezed it a little to ensure me everything was alright.

As we stepped in I got worried, “Jem, did you even make a reservation? This place seems to be too crowded to just waltz right in.” I tried to whisper at him but by the end I was just talking. He chuckled slightly and gripped my hand once more pulling me along with him, “It's alright Ally,” That was all he said and it was like I was under a spell. He said my name so carefully letting it purr out of his mouth and being sure to sound loving and caring. Was this guy a robot or...? Like no one can be this perfect and actually like me, right?

We got to the podium where the guy with a little mustache stood and he looked incredibly snooty. I laughed awaiting a Ferris Bueler moment but instead got a huge grin thrown in Jem's way and a, “Welcome, welcome Mr. Roberts!” in a French accent. Jem smiled and followed the French man who had already grabbed two menus and was guiding us towards a back section that was completely secluded from the rest of the guests in the restaurant. Jem helped me into my chair and went over to his own then grabbed the menu from the table. The guy walked away and glanced back once or twice and smiled...this place is weird.

“Jem where are we?” I tried my best not to curse because I felt like everything would go silent in a place like this if someone did. He glanced up from his menu to look at me and said, “A restaurant and you look absolutely ravishing tonight, might I just say?” He chuckled to himself and put the menu back down on the table and stared intently at me. “Ally, how old are you?” He asked curiously.

“Seventeen but I'm turning eighteen this week...why how old are you?” I ask seriously. I never even thought at one point that I should ask how old this guy is. What with the money it looks like he has he could be forty and just have an incredible plastic surgeon. A small smirk played on his lips and he said, “Twenty-one, where are you going to college then?” He added a wink to the end of that. I sighed dreamily thinking of where I was actually going and sputtered out, “Actually, I'm going to a college in England. Well actually London, England but yeah...you get the point. It was something that my father and I always talked about...going to England when I got out of high school. How about you? You look like you had to do something right to be able to be known here?” I babbled and tried to save it at the end. God, he's going to think I'm some weird-o by the end of the night and I don't even know why I babbled about that? I never talk about my father to anyone outside of my family before...it's some type of intoxication he gives off for me. I just blurt everything and anything out.

He smiled at me and said, “You're cute, but yeah I didn't really go to college. I play an instrument for a living which is awesome, violin actually. I was just in an orchestra in New York for a little while and came here to visit some family here and that's where I met you...and I am babbling on sorry.” He gave me a weak smile as he looked down at his menu. Just when I was going to fight with him that he wasn't but I was our waitress walked over.

“Hello, may I take your drink orders please?” She asked politely. She held a black pad waiting for us to say something and just as I was about to say a nice ice tea or something Jem spoke out. “A nice Merlot would do thank you,” He spoke and the waitress scurried off to get us whatever he ordered. Curiosity got the best of me, “What is Merlot?” His lips pulled up and he looked at me gently, “A wine, a really nice one too. Not too sweet and not too dry, a red wine actually...do you like that or should I get another one? It's no big deal if we do I just totally forgot to ask you and ordered it and here I go rambling again.” He let out a soft chuckle at the end of that and he looked me dead in the eyes, “You know, when I'm with you I feel like I'm sixteen again and nervous around woman...this is weird.” As he said the last of the he grabbed my hand that was resting on the table next to my water glass. “I like you Ally, you're interesting...” Just as he was about to continue that statement the waitress returned with our wine. She poured a glass for him and I without even asking for cards or anything. I looked at him probably with scared eyes since I was only seventeen but then he was twenty-one so I guess it's okay. I picked up the glass daintily and spurted out, “You know I've never had wine before...well alcohol much less...” I bit my lip nervously at what he would do...laugh at me? Probably, I mean I am seventeen and have never once touched alcohol while every night Rachel goes out and get smashed and I have to be the one to pick up the pieces...that's probably the reason why I never have drank it.

“Well take a sip and see if you like it?” He asked gently with a smile on his face. He's so gracious with everything and is treating me like an actual girl instead of an object. He's also very good looking too... I take a sip of the wine and let the blood red fluid bounce around in my mouth before swallowing it letting the bittersweet taste run down my throat. “It's good,” I simply say and that is all there is to say. He smiles and picks up his menu once more and I do the same scanning through some of the choices which are all very unfamiliar to me. All but the simple steak which I decide on since it is the cheapest thing on here and the only thing I know. The waitress comes by again and takes our orders, I say the steak and he says something in what sounds like friend and she gives a friendly smile and head nod telling us it will come out soon.

“So Jem, how good of a violin player are you?” I ask curiously. For all I know he could have just been playing in bars in a small orchestra or something but assuming from his posh entrance he had to be pretty good. “Well, good enough I guess to play in Carnegie hall but I'm not really one to boast so when are you going to London?” He asks. I gulp down because I really hadn't planned on talking about this tonight since it was so soon but he did ask, “Well actually, I am leaving right after my birthday which is the day after school ends. So I am leaving in a week so I can get a start on getting to know the area and everything before I start school there.”

His face draws together as he looks at me and asks, “Well what are you going there for?” Another question I didn't necessarily want to answer but did anyway, “I'm going for art, I like to paint, sculpt, anything. The way I can make a complete mess on myself but something so simplistic and beautiful on an empty canvas...it just makes me happy. Happy to know that I can do something so beautifully...you should be able to know what I'm talking about like when you play violin, right?” I ask with a big smile on my face. Thinking of making my art always gets me really happy especially when I can talk to someone about the feeling of completion it can give you and how it can always renew you're sanity even if you have close to none left.

He left out a small chuckle and a gleam in his eye suddenly showed, “I know exactly what you mean, whenever I play a classical piece on my violin I feel like nothing can stop me and the beautiful noises that can come from something so...simplistic is just truly amazing. You know Ally, you've pegged me wrong...” He drawled out looking into the air for some type of reasoning to explain. Instead I blurted out, “Oh, how so?” I quirked my eyebrow up and stared at him intently desperately wanting to know what he had thought about me before. I mean, I am me, no one else and for him to think I was something different interests me. Finally popping a finger up he looks at me and says, “I thought quite honestly you were more...to simply put it...bitchy. No offense, but the way you came off at the hotel with me at first and those boys it just seemed a tad bit mean. Although, you still intrigue me a lot.” Me? A bitch? I mean I can be a bit mean and cruel at moments but I never thought I could be a bitch, just the sarcastic friend that can put you back in your place. Alright, that is kind of bitchy. He must have taken my silence as an indication that I was mad at him and he instantly said, “Oh god, don't be mad...I have a habit of saying things that are on my mind without thinking. I usually ramble and just blurt out everything and anything so really you shouldn't take that to offense. If it helps at all I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” Just then the waitress came to the table with our food and she must have noticed the blush on my face because she gave me a secret smile while she placed down my steak. “Well guys, if you need anything else just let me know...enjoy!” She gave me a wink before she walked away leaving me to awkwardly stare at my food and not look at Jem. I wasn't necessarily used to people calling me beautiful or pretty so when he said that my insides freaked out and I felt my stomach drop...but in a good way if that can happen. I picked up my knife and fork and began to rip into the tiny steak and took baby bites afraid if I took any bigger ones that they would come right back up from the nervousness arising inside me. These are the times where I need Zooey by me telling me what to do and how to respond to these kinds of things. I wonder what she's even doing right now?

Zooey's P.O.V

The clubs music bounced off every tiny fiber of my being and drowned out anything else around me. I ended up taking the boys to this really cool club downtown where I know the bouncer and bartenders so it's really easy to get drinks. When I got to the hotel and up to their room they were all lounging in Louis' and Harry's room, well all except for Zayn he was still getting ready so I picked out some pre-party favors. A mini bottle of alcohol for everyone and I told them to tell management to blame it on me if they got in trouble and that I'd even pay for them if they really got that pissed off. Finally, Zayn waltzed into the room and instantly made eye contact with me as I drank my mini bottle of tequila. He looked damn good today too, with a tight fitting black shirt and tan pants that fitted him really nicely. I would say if he got me drunk enough tonight I would probably fuck him because of how good looking he was tonight.

“Zooey!” A scream in my ear shocked me. I turned around to see that Harry was standing right there looking completely smashed. We had gotten here and my friend Tim, one of the bartenders gave us a round of free shots and we took them graciously. From there on Harry just kept taking them, more and more, until he apparently got into this state. I pulled down my dress that was starting to ride up from dancing and silently asked him what. In return he pulled on my hand and brought me to the recesses of the club where people generally fucked. I let out a snicker and said, “Har, I don't think I'm into you like that and am generally not drunk enough for this so...” He gave me a look to shut up and so I did instantly. Something in those green eyes told me that he needed to be serious for a minute and why he chose me to be that with him beats me but I tried my best to calm down my humor. “What's wrong, babe?” I asked putting a hand onto his shoulder to which he let out a big puff of air.

“Where's Ally?” He asked. He looked desperate like he really needed to tell her something or there was something wrong. “What, why is she alright? Did she text you? Did she text me? Oh god, what if that Jem guy really was a murder?” I rushed through. At the mention of Jem Harry's whole entire body tensed up and his eyes narrowed as he slowly asked, “Jem...?”

“Yeah, Jem. That guy from the hotel the other day. He asked her on a date today and they're on one now but...oh god if she's murdered...” I was starting to become Ally and Rachel. Harry looked at me confused and he just kept on, “Jem and Ally are on a date...right now?” It sounded like jealousy was spurting in his voice as he continued to piece this out. Just when I was about to ask him if he liked her he put his hands through those curls of his and stormed off somewhere...more than likely the bar. I watched him walk away with anger in every footstep he took and laughed at how much of a brat he looked like or that might just be the alcohol fusing through my body right now. My head was starting to get a little fuzzy from those couple of rounds of shots I took and I laughed as I looked down the hall and saw a couple practically having sex.

“Ah, I need to go back to dancing,” I whispered lowly to myself. Just as I was starting to walk out to go dance and hand grabbed my arm and I let out a high pitched yelp which was only shut up by a pair of lips smacking against mine. Not really caring who's they were I continued on with the kiss and deepened it even more. The guys, I hope to presume, hands roamed along my body feeling each and every little curve I have not letting a single crevice escape. I smiled into the kiss and ran my fingers slowly through the incredibly soft hair this person had. It almost felt familiar actually, a little too familiar. I opened my eyes a little to see who this person actually was and what I saw confirmed my beliefs. Zayn. Tempted to pull away and continue the friends only policy we sort of had was what my head was telling me to do but let's face it...I am way too drunk to listen to my head right now.

Harry's P.O.V

“I can't believe that Ally would actually go out with some creep that she just met the other day,” I drunkenly spill to the cabdriver that was outside of the club. On my way to Ally's house thanks to her little sister Rachel giving me their address was the only reasonable thing to do right now. If I was sober, I would be asking myself what I was doing? She was free to date anyone she wanted and that I shouldn't doing something like this but I was drunk so there was nothing that could go wrong in my mind.

“Yeah buddy,” The driver was getting annoyed with me by now. For the past ten minutes I have been rambling on about Ally and her date. Seriously, I have only known this girl for two days and here I am barging in at her house...what is wrong with you Styles...?

Ally's P.O.V

Jem pulled the car alongside the curb and unbuckled his seat belt, “Here let me walk you to you're door.” With that he jumped out of his car seat and out the door. Just as I was about to drab my door handle and open it, he pulled it open and let out a hand for me to take. Not really knowing what else to do I took it and gave him a small smile. This whole dating world is a big mystery to me...especially one that seems to belong in the movies. Once I got out I tried to pull my hand away but instead he held on to it and walked me literally to my door. The air outside was lovely, warming my skin on a nice almost summer night and I could hear an owl hooting in the distance.

I laughed a little and he looked at me questionably, “This is like something straight out of the movies, you know? Like the lonely girl meets the really successful guy and he takes her out to the perfect dinner and then he walks her to the door and he kisses her goodnight and she falls desperately in love with him.” He was giving me a weird look and I just instantly said, “What! You're totally ripping off from every single romantic comedy ever!” That got him to laugh which wrinkled up his perfect eyes and he held up his hands and said, “You got me, you've figured out my big move!” I let out a chuckle and look up to him. He was still laughing softly when he pulled me closer by the hand, our chests almost touching. He looked down at me with a grin on his face, “And now to really make it like a romantic comedy.” With that he pulled me fully in and kissed me on the lips.

Harry's P.O.V

The cab man pulled up to the curve and yelled out, “Your stop buddy, eight-fifty!” I started to pull out my wallet when I noticed two figures walking toward her house and laughing. Ally. She was beautiful. I felt like I was in some type of movie where I was staring at the girl and just couldn't take my eyes off of her because she was so beautiful. Then my eyes noticed the whole picture, the other figure was Jem.

“Crap!” I yelled out and ducked down a little hoping they hadn't seen me. I was starting to sober down so my senses were kicking in and they were now telling me how much of a bad idea this was. I was practically creeping on Ally and this Jem guy finishing off a date...inside a cab that I taken here to do...I don't even know what I was going to do! My brain was just telling me that I needed to see Ally now and after that was just blurred out. What're you doing Styles? I groaned in frustration and told the cabby, “Just give me five minutes!” He looked back probably to make sure I wasn't wanking or something and then called, “You're money.”

I peaked my head out to see that they were laughing at something and by her door. He was holding her hand, what was he doing? In my head I was practically telling Ally to just slap him and walk inside his house but I'm pretty sure she didn't hear any of that. She looked up into his eyes and he must have said something as he was slowly pulling her closer and closer to him. As the distance between them grew smaller and small the pain in my chest grew bigger and bigger. Just as their chests were almost touching my breathing hitched and then I think I started to hold my breath. Just as I was about to jump out of the car and yell at them he pulled her in for the kill. Their lips met and my stomach dropped.

“Hey buddy, if that's your Ally, real sorry about that,” The cab driver called back sympathetically. I couldn't watch this anymore, “No, different girl. Hey, can you take me back to my hotel instead?” I asked him desperately wanting to flee this scene. “Yeah sure, for free too bud,” He gave a kind smile in the mirror. I gave him the address of the hotel and then I left that scene replaying that scene in my head over and over.