Clarys` POV:
“This is...wow”, I whispered as we entered the gym.

“I never thought they´ll be able to change this grumpy, sweaty place in something so festive and beautiful”, Harry added, while looking around.

The hall sparkled in thousands of little lights and I felt like we were laying under a starry night. Music was surrounding us and the air smelt like too much perfume, hot breaths and different textiles.

“Wanna take a horrible picture, which will be nothing more than an old memory in forty years?”, he asked and I giggled.

“It can´t be horrible. You´ll be in it.” I blushed while saying it and felt stupid to still do it after all this time we spent together. He shook his head unbelievably and pushed me softly to the photographer.

“Mister, you have to look into the camera”, the man said and I looked up to him, seeing his eyes were resting on me.

“Harry, I want a pretty picture and a great memory”, I smiled about his stubbornness. That moment I saw the flash of the camera. I turned and the photographer shrugged his shoulders.

“I can´t wait forever”, he said and forced us to make room for the next couple.

“Now, it´s officially a horrible picture”, I laughed.

“Just like I said”, Harry replied and winked down at me.

“Hey!”, I heard Taylors´ voice behind me and turned.

“Oh my god! We´re looking for you guys everywhere”, she screamed excited and I had to confess that she looked better than most girls in the gym, even with her baby belly.

“Wow, Clary”, Connor whistled approving and I blushed again.

“Stop it”, I grinned and boxed his shoulder, but I felt flattered.

“Wanna rock the dance floor?”, I asked and Taylor laughed.

“If you´re okay with me rolling over the dancefloor, sure!” I grabbed her arm and we headed for the moving crowd in the middle of the room. As I looked back over my shoulder I saw Harry and Connor still standing on the exact same spot.

“Oh, c´mon! Move your sexy booties!”, I groaned. Harry starred at me and started to laugh out loud.

“I don´t think we have a choice, man”, he said to Connor.

“That´s right! This is prom and we`ll have the time of our lives tonight! We´re young and sexy!”,

Taylor shouted and now Connor joined Harrys´ laughter. She was right: this was our night!


Harrys´ POV:

She looked gorgeous on the dance floor.

Free, somehow. Carefree.

The green dress flowed around her like it had been made for her and her smile made me more than just happy.

“You´re having fun?”, she giggled and took my sweaty hand in her. I turned her and pulled she closer to me.

“I love every second of it”, I screamed over the loud music and kissed her neck. She laughed and turned to me. Before I knew what she wanted to do I felt her lips on mine.

They were warm and soft, tasting like cherry lipstick. God, she drove me crazy, while biting my under lip. I had to stop before I wanted to take of that pretty dress of her in front of all these people on the middle of the dancefloor.

“I grab some drinks”, I whispered on her lips and I felt her smile on mine.

“Okay, but hurry.” I quickly moved away from her and headed to the bar. I still wondered about my smile, which lasted the whole time.

Crazy. Like hell.


Clarys` POV:

I expected Harry as someone tapped me on my shoulder. In joyful anticipation I turned, but my smile frowned that second.

Stella was standing in front of me, wearing a red, sexy and tight dress and a drink in her hand. I stopped dancing and stared at her.

“What do you want?”, I asked her frosty and her face turned into a mean smile.

“I wanted to let you know, that you look like a grown-up woman tonight! Like hell what happened to you childish cardigans and jeans?”, she spatted at me and I could tell that she drunk. Her voice was like a elongated chewing gum and I thought about something great to answer.

“At least I doesn´t look like a slut. Not know or any other time”, I snapped back and wondered where my bitchy reply came from. Her eyes blinked angry at me.

“You´re the slut in here! You gave your virginity to Harry Fucker Styles! That´s nothing special and then you walk around like your his new favourite toy, but everybody knows that he´ll get bored of you and leave you! Fucking someone, who just uses you is nothing special, honey! Besides we had fun before you made your little scene in the bathroom that wedding night!”, she shouted over the music.

My mouth hung open and I glared at her and hoped she would die right in front of me.

“How dare you? Just take a freaking look in a mirror and think about the slut thing again! You´re more fake than this gym turned into a ball room! And at least Harry´s having sex with me and that even without me stripping down to my underwear in his bedroom without an invitation!”, I yelled back at her.

The next second I felt a hand on my right cheek. She slapped me. My own hand flashed up to my burning cheek and I blinked at her.

“Who do you think you are?”, I shouted furious and pushed her backwards. She was way taller than me and I used all of my power.

“Hey”, I felt hands on my elbows, holding me back, but I tried to free me angrily.

“You´re a stupid bitch!”, I shouted. Someone hold her back as well.

“You´re the cunt in here!”, she snapped back. I fought against Connor, who tried to calm me down. She slapped me, damn it!, I thought enraged.

“What´s going on?”, I heard his voice and stopped to fight against Connor.

Notes

Heyho. Have you heard story of my life yet?
It´s perfection, honestly. So good.

Song - Story of my life!

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