*Still Chey's POV*

Cara didn’t use to live so far away but, when she turned 16, Cara was inVogue Magazine.She explained she had to move to London, UK to full-fill her modeling career. We cried, because we both knew we weren’t going to see/ talk to each other a lot. This is actually my first time seeing her in 3 years. I knock on the door, making the old beat I used to knock to. The door opened. I looked down, I saw Nike Air’s, and baggy sweatpants. I knew who it was. I looked up in joy.
“Cara!” She smiled.
“Chey!” We hugged each other. I missed her so much.
*Later on…*
So, I found out that I’m here to get ready for my date…because I’m getting my eye brows plucked right now!
“Ow!” I held my eyebrow, and mugged Cara. She shrugged.
“Hey! Beauty is pain. I pluck my eyebrows, too.” I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry I don’t have perfect, Cara Delevingne eyebrows!” She paused, and did a pose. We laughed. We heard a knock on the door, It was Cara’s mom.
“Hey, Chey. Someone’s here for you..” She left and closed the door. I got up, and looked out the window, I gasped.
“How the hell did Harry know I was here?” I looked at Cara. She smirked.
“I texted him on your phone when you were getting dressed.”
“What did you say?” She cleared her throat.
“Harry, I’m at Cara’s. Come pick me up from there, Okay?” I burst out laughing.
“That was the worst American accent EVER!” She laughed.
“Come on, get your shoes on! We don’t want to keep your man waiting.” I smiled.
“Thank you, Cara. Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten a perfect outfit for this night. I love you girl.” I hugged her.
“Your welcome, I love you too.” She led me down the hall, and down the stairs. (Her outfit on the side, with Cara!) Cara opens the door, letting Harry step inside.
“Cara…” He nods at her.
“Harry…” She nods back. Harry looks at me, I’m certain Cara has done a great job, cause the look on his face screams, “I WANT HER!” I laughed at myself.
“Hi, Harry.” He was still in a daze. I grabbed his hand, and turned to Cara.
“I will make sure he brings me home before 12:00.” She nods. I walk out the door, dragging a dazed Harry with me. Cara yells behind us,
“NOT ANY LONGER THAN 12:00 HARRY! SHE HAS A CURFEW!!!” I laughed. Harry got out of a daze, and opened my door. He got in. I looked at how cute he looked.
Forget hard to get. His sexiness is a bitch.
*Later on…*
We parked outside of what looks like a bar. He gets out and opens my door. We both head inside. All over the place were grinding bodies, and people in different corners making out. The smell of Alcohol lingers in my nose…This can’t be good.
Ah, my head. I open my eyes, a bright light blinding me. Where am I? I sat up, a pain shooting in my head. I look around. This isn’t my room. I see a body sleeping beside me, Oh god! I looked down, wooh yeah, I’m still wearing clothes. I look under the sleeping bodies cover…It’s Cara. I sighed in relief, it’s her room. I got up, and walked to her bathroom. I closed the door behind me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was horrified. My hair was messy, my make-up was smeared, and my bra wasn’t on. What the hell happened last night!? I grabbed my phone, and called Harry.
“Ello?” His morning voice was so hot- stop it!
“Harry! What the hell happened last night!?” I could hear him chuckle.
“Well..- *Last night, after the bar.*
Harry carried Chey to the car. She was drunk.
“Look Haz! A Unicorn!” Harry laughed.
“Cheyenne, you’re really drunk!” He opened the car door, and put her in. He closed the door, and walked to the other side. Harry and Chey sat in silence. Chey spoke.
“Harry?” He turned to her.
“Yes, love?” She looked nervous, but shrugged it off and became hyper.
“WANT TO SEE MY TATTOO!?” She moved around, facing Harry. He gulped, but nodded.
“Okay, I have to take my bra off for this since, you know, it’s under my…chest.” She shrugged, and reached under and around her shirt for her bra hook. Harry wasn’t going to stop her, no. He wanted to see her tattoo…Hehe.
Cheyenne finally got the bra hook undone and slid it off. She lifted up her shirt, a little for him to see the tattoo.
“Wow, it’s beautiful.” On the side of her body, starting from under her left breast, all the way down her side, was a (War Bonnet ) She smiled, said thanks, then pulled her shirt down. Harry smiled, his thoughts were full of only one thing…Chey.
He drove her back to Cara’s, and looked at his watch. 11:50. Good. He got out the car, and opened up the passenger side for Chey, she go out. She was half way sober, but still not there yet. Harry walked her to the door.
“Thanks for going out with me-*Chey gives him a kiss on the lips.*-“
“Night Harry.” Chey turns and opens the door, walks in, and closes it shut. Harry touches his lips, smiles, then goes home.
*End*
“Yeah, and Your tattoo is beautiful by the way.” Harry laughs.
I shook my head at the story. What Harry doesn’t know is that…I was sober while showing him my tattoo, and giving him a kiss. But, shh. It’s just a Little White Lie, but in a Drunk way. (;

Notes

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*A/N*
I’m going to start doing Chapter’s where the girls have their own POV in one chapter. Kay? Next chapter is Annie’s…