Show me your soul {S.M} (ON BREAK)

chapter 2

[ONE THING!!! I know the legal drinking age in the U.S is 21 but in this story it's 18. Oke? Oke ;)) ]

July 8th, 2017 23:38

"You're still not telling me where we're going tonight?" I ask her as we walk down the street, hand in hand. It's Saturday night and the city is full of life.
"Well, you are turning eighteen, and as an adult I kno-"
"U literally turned eighteen like two months ago." I cut her off.
"Let's not talk about unimportant details." She snatches back, giving me an angry glare.
"As I was saying before someone cut me off, as an adult I know how to really have fun."
I give her a skeptical look, fearing what she was going to say next.
"So therefore, my friend," she squeezes my hand to try to contain her excitement. "I'm taking you to the best bar in San Francisco!"
I sigh. Her eyes sparkle from excitement and the last thing I want is to take that away from her.

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00:04

After approximately fifteen minutes of convincing the guard outside of the bar, which actually was more a club than anything else but Leah probably felt like bar was a more "mature" word to use, that I'm actually of legal age, we both stumble into a dark, huge crowded room. Loud music is playing from multiple stereos and the lights shift from one color to another. Some people are dancing around, other are standing by the bar. I sit down at an empty table at the back of the local and Leah lets go of my hand and disappears in the crowd. After only a few minutes she appears again with two glasses of god knows what and hands one of them to me, before she also takes a seat. We both drink up.
"You won't believe who's standing by the bar!" She says as she puts down her empty glas on the table.
"What?!" I shout, not being able to hear her because of the music.
She repeats herself, louder this time, and I ask her who.
"Shawn fucking Mendes!" She shouts back.
"Yeah, sure!" I laugh, raising my eyebrow.
"I swear! Look!" She points towards the bar at a young man standing next to a woman. I can only see his back, but that back indeed looks a lot like Shawn Mendes.
"Go talk to him Lola! You love his music!"
I shake my head. She rolls her eyes at me and gives me the youdontunderstandanything-look.
When she stands up to walk away I grab her arm and pull her back.
"Where are you going?"
"To dance. And if you're not going to talk to him, I'll make him come to you." She adds.
I try to tell her not, but I know it's useless. When Leah gets something in her head, it's stuck there. I let go of her arm and she disappears in the crowd on the dance floor.

00:57

A couple of drinks and songs on the dance floor later most of my problems are forgotten, including the fact that Shawn Mendes is in the same local as me. I feel how my legs barely carry anymore as I make my way back to the couch and table where we were before. My hands gripe the glas, my eyes swiveling towards the back of my head in a distressed sense of headache. I tilt my head towards the edge of the couch as the walls become part of a fun house, changing figure in a blink of an eye.
Suddenly someone takes a seat next to me.
"Leah-" I cheer but immediately shut up as my eyes meet a pair of soft brown ones.