Chapter 16 ~ Ivette

“I can’t believe you don’t have dresses!” Mari exclaims as she looks in my closet. “You should’ve told me so I could lend you one. I could’ve brought it from my house when I went to get my clothes,” She says.

“Uh, that’s because I don’t like dresses?” I reply, but it came out more as a question.

“But still! You need to have dresses for this kind of occasions,” She explains.

I shake my head. “I’m not going to wear something I don’t feel comfortable with,” I explain.

“Yes, I get it,” Mari replies. “But putting one dress once in a while is not bad, especially if you want to impress a guy,” She adds, smirking.

“Impress? But I thought you said Harry likes me,” I say, getting confused.

Mari sighs. “And he does, but I mean, showing a little of what you got is not bad for a little reminder of why he likes you,” She explains. And now is my turn to sigh.

We were currently deciding what to wear to go to Funky Buddha. Mari had gone to her house to get her clothes since she was staying over at my house. As you may notice, I do not own any dresses, and if I do they’re more like sun dresses, not for going to a party. This is because I don’t feel comfortable on them. I don’t understand why you have to dress like a slut to call a man’s attention. If a guy is going to like you is going to be because of who you are, that includes your style. Now, I’m not saying that Mari dresses like a slut, she’s far from that, but she tries so hard when it comes to getting ready, especially if she knows a certain someone will be there. And let me tell you, it drives me crazy. I’ve told her that she’s okay the way she is, but she never listens, and I’m getting tired of repeating the same thing again and again.

“I can show a little of what I got without having to wear a dress, thank you very much,” I say, standing up from my bed and walking towards my closet. I grab a pair of dark skinny jeans, a grey shirt with studs on the shoulders and my pair of heels. “See, I think this is great,” I say.

“Yeah, but—”

“Mari, if someone is going to like you then that includes your style. Dress for you, not for someone else,” I say. “Niall already likes you, he asked you out, and even if you had a different style, thing would still be the same. He likes you for who you are, stop worrying about a stupid outfit,” I add.

She sighs as she sits down on my bed. “I guess you’re right,” She replies.

“Now, let me see the options you brought,” I say, referring to her clothe. She grabs her bag and takes out two outfits. One is a white and navy dress with an opening on the back, and the other one is a white skinny jean with a navy blue chiffon blouse. And of course, both of them with golden flats because she hates heels. I must admit, the dress is really pretty and it would really suit her. I know she really wants to wear it anyway, so I vote for that one. “Put on the dress,” I say, a small smile playing on my lips.

“I was hoping you would say that,” She replies.

I chuckle. “I’m serious though, don’t change the way you dress for a guy,” I say.

“Okay,” She replies smiling.

After that we began doing our makeup and hair. The hair was the easier part, but when it came to makeup we both were not that good. Being that the case, we decided to keep it very simple. Some blush, mascara, lip gloss and we were ready to go. By the time we were ready it was already 10:20 pm. I seriously don’t know why time passes by so quickly when you’re getting ready.

Mari and I got into my car and started driving to Funky Buddha. The drive there was not that long. When we got there, I parked my car and seeing that were loads of paparazzi, we knew that the boys were already here. Thank God we did not come together. That would’ve been chaos.

After paying the entrance, we went inside and started looking for the boys, but the place was kind of full and it was difficult to spot them. Mari decided to go to the bar and get something to drink meanwhile, so I agreed. As we were standing there, waiting for our drink, some creep dude decided to put their arms around us.

“Excuse you? Who the fuck do you think—” Mari began saying, but she was cut off when she saw who it really was. “Oh, Louis, I’m so sorry,” She replied, laughing at the situation, making me laugh as well.

“Whoa there,” He replies, laughing. “Feisty, I like it,” He adds, but this time looking at Niall who was by his side. Niall rolls his eyes playfully, but I could tell he was blushing, and knowing Mari she must be blushing too. My statement is confirmed once I turn to look at her.

“Looking good ladies,” Niall says, changing the topic.

“Thanks,” Mari and I say in unison.

“Come on, the rest of the lads are over there,” Louis says, taking our arms and pulling us towards them.

When we get to them, we say hello to everyone – of course they were on the VIP section – including Louis’ and Liam’s girlfriends, Eleanor and Danielle. It was a bit weird for both, Mari and I, but soon enough we started talking with them and they were really nice. Zayn and Perrie are going to arrive later, and I must say that I’m a bit nervous to meet Perrie, but if she’s like Danielle and Eleanor then there’s nothing to be worried about.

As we keep on talking I can’t help but notice that a certain someone is missing. I try looking for him, but he’s nowhere to be found. I didn’t want to ask someone because I was a bit shy about it, but at this point I don’t care anymore.

“Hey, where’s Harry?” I ask Louis whom I was talking to as well as Eleanor.

“Uh,” He says, turning around. “Ah, over there,” He says, pointing at the bar. I was expecting to see a mop of curls, but instead I find him with a quiff? Well, this is new, but I must admit that he looks really good, at least from where I’m looking at him.

“Thanks,” I say to Louis, making my way to where Harry is later. As I get closer, I can see that he’s talking with someone. It’s a guy, and it looks older than Harry. He’s a bit skinny and has dark hair, just like Harry’s. As I stand behind Harry, I soon recognize the other guy. It’s Grimmy, from Radio 1! I love his show!

“Hey curly,” I say into Harry’s ear, startling him, making me laugh.

“Ivette,” He says, and the way he says it makes my heart skip a beat. “I didn’t know you were already here,” He says.

I shrug. “We came not too long ago,” I reply.

“Uhm, Grimmy, this is Ivette,” Harry says. “Ivette, this is Grimmy, from Radio 1.”

“Nice to meet you, Ivette,” Grimmy says, offering his hand for me to shake. I gladly take it and shake it lightly.

“Nice to meet you, too,” I reply. “I’m a big fan of your morning show,” I add.

“Ha! In your face, Styles,” He exclaims. “She knows who I am, which means that she’s a bigger fan of me than of One Direction!”

Wait, what? Does he know about me not knowing who One Direction was? But—

“Shut up, Grimmy,” Harry exclaims, smiling, pushing him lightly. Grimmy laughs and then he excuses himself, shouting to another man some things I do not understand. In a playful way though. “Sorry about that,” Harry says. “I kind of talked to him about you,” He adds, and I honestly don’t know how to react to all this. Why did Harry talk to him about me? What did he say? And even more question filled my head, but I decided not to pay attention. I had to play it cool.

“It’s fine,” I say, smiling. He smiles back and in that moment I swear I forget about everything.

“So, do you want something to drink?” He asks.

I nod. “Sure.”

“What do you want?”

“Surprise me,” I say smirking.

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I don’t know what time is it.

I don’t know where everyone else is.

I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had.

And honestly, I don’t care.

All I know is that I’ve been with Harry all night. We’ve been dancing, talking, drinking and just having fun. I was actually having a great time, or maybe that’s just the effect of the alcohol talking. I don’t even remember what Harry gave me in the first place, but as I kept drinking more of it, it made me feel good. So good.

I don’t remember having this much fun since, well, ever. And I don’t remember acting this way with a guy before. I know it’s the alcohol, but damn, I wish I could always be this confident. I didn’t expect this, but Harry really can dance. He moves really well according to the beat and as his hands rest on my hips, I can help but bring him closer by wrapping my arms on his neck. Our faces are really close, I can literally feel his breath on my face and I thought it was the hottest thing ever. I start giggling out of nowhere, and even though I must look stupid, I can’t stop. Stupid alcohol.

“What’s so funny?” Harry whispers, chuckling later. He must be drunk as well. Maybe not as drunk as I am, but still.

I shake my head, my nose rubbing with his in the process. “Nothing,” I reply. I giggle again, and bring my face closer to his. I can kiss him, God, I can totally kiss him, but I won’t do that. I’m too drunk and I want to able to remember it if it happens one day. Besides, I’m so drunk that if I kiss him, I might do it really bad given that it would be my first kiss. So instead of kissing his beautiful, baby pink lips, I move my head and kiss his cheek instead. I feel him tense a little, but I’m so drunk that I don’t pay full attention to his reaction. I keep kissing all the way to his jaw, moving to his neck, just below his ear. His grip on my hips tightens, this time his large hand moving around my waist, and I can’t help but smile as I keep on kissing that spot.

“Ivette,” I hear him say. I’m not sure if it’s a moan or what, but I just reply by humming, my lips still pressed to his neck. “Oh God,” He breathes.

This time, I can’t help it, I giggle and pull away, turning around and giving him my back. His hand are still around my waist, but now my hands are covering his, helping him move my hips at the rhythm of the music, grinding on him a bit. I’m surprised when I can feel something hot on my neck, but I relax when I realize it’s only Harry breathing on it. That’s how close we are. What I didn’t expect though, was for him to kiss my neck just like I was doing with him a few seconds ago. It felt so good, and now I understood that when he was saying my name, he was actually moaning, because I was about to do the same thing.

I’ve never felt this great in my life. Is this what people do when the go out with friends, because if that was it then I wanted to do it every weekend.

Not really, that’s probably the alcohol talking. Again.

But I seriously feel great. I’m having a great time, I feel confident, and I’m with a really nice guy. Right now, nothing could go wrong. Or that’s what I thought.

Why is it that you have to forget most of your night when you get drunk?

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Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen. What I was trying to explain is that Ivette hates that, the next morning, she forgot everything she did with Harry. I'll probably explain it better in the next two episodes.

Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! I enjoyed writing it.

More interesting things are about to come, so stay tuned! ;)

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