multiple mojitos, martinis and daiquiris later, you were having the time of your life on the dance floor with the girls. they'd brought you to an underground club with a small bar in the corner. it was vintage styled, gold and red interior design, solid wood dance floor but modern music blared through the speakers. it was pop'n roll night, a mix of pop and rock music. songs from the 1975, oasis, fleetwood mac and george michael played. this was perfect, you were so happy you took your time before going out, because it was definitely worth the wait. the end of raspberry beret by prince came closer and you felt the urge to need to use the bathroom.
she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes...
you froze, looked up and stared straight into the mirror, trauma spreading over your face. a voice you hadn't heard in so long and didn't plan to hear for so much longer filmed the club. the song written based on a dream harry had about you turning rebellious. a moment he shared with you, a moment the pair of you laughed at.
hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect...
you felt your heart begin to break, once again. you clutched the sides of the sink, hyperventilating. tears fell out of your face, uncontrollably. you tried to hold it in, but you just couldn't. this unexpected reminder of harry hit you right where it hurt.
and all the boys they were saying they were into it...
the bathroom door crashed open and the girls flooded in. they held you close, stroking your hair and letting you cry. eloise stood up and stood against the door, blocking anyone from coming in. they hushed you and told you it was okay. you begged to leave but they told you that you couldn't. after asking why a thousand times, they looked to each other.
such a pretty face on a pretty neck...
the only line of truth, he always said. he knew you weren't the rebellious sleep-around he was singing about but he knew, and always reminded you, of how beautiful you are.
"char, please. why can't we leave?"
"harry's here, he's on the dance floor just outside."
oh i think she said, i'm having your baby...
your heart stopped and your jaw dropped. you were trapped between a rock and a hard place, between staying in this club bathroom, listening to harry or actually facing harry. the girls noticed the defeat written all over your face.
"i'll go out and distract him, take him to the bar or something. rose, char, take our girl home."
you looked up to eloise, grateful for her taking one for the team. she winked at you before slipping out the door. after it closed and you were back in private, you stood up in charlotte and rosie's arms. they collected your bag before exiting. rosie looked out the door moments before you left, making sure the plan had worked. and it had. you and the girls made an exit before you had to face your lover from once upon a time.