What about Pakistani butterflies?

Valerie’s POV

I can’t believe I can’t stop thinking about Harry. Since El’s goodbye party I’ve been avoiding him like crazy. How embarrassing was the fact that he didn’t want to have sex with me? To be honest, I don’t remember everything that happened that night but I do remember that he rejected me and I think I play the piano for him for some reason. Tomorrow will be a week away from that day already. I know this is so childish but I don’t know how else to figure this out.

I am not talking about the sexual rejection anymore which was the main cause at first since I was too embarrassed to talk to him again. However, the problem is bigger. I was so damn jealous when he ignored me to hang out with Cara and I let him know, I played the piano for him for god’s sake and I looked at him as an idiot afterwards. I am falling for him. I am falling for him and I don’t want to. I can’t fall for him. I don’t want to get hurt again and I know for certain he will hurt me. Plus, I’m just not ready for this. Why on Earth wouldn’t Sandra be here?

He has called me thousands of times this week and I wouldn’t answer. I need a girl talk with the one person that I know is going to tell me what I want to hear. I dial Cameron’s name wondering why I didn’t do this before.

-Hey, Valerie! Fuck, it has been so long! – I laugh at her cursing; no doubt it’s Cam.

-Cam! What are you doing?

-I’m taking all the sun I can possibly take since I’m pale as a corpse.

-Jesus, Cam, what a simile! – I whine disgusted.

-You know me; just trying to be poetic. – I can hear her astonishing smile.

-I need you to tell me I’m being stupid. There is this boy.

-Geez, what has he done? Who do I have to murder? – I laugh as I’m sure she has a frown now in her pretty face. Seriously Cameron is such a model.

-He looks at me with those green eyes and that smile with those dimples and he is messing everything up with his damn British accent, you know.

-British green eyes? What the hell is Douglas doing with you?

Fuck that is so true. Douglas is British and has green eyes too. I hope it is just a coincidence and that I’m not obsessed.

-Douglas? What are you talking about? No! It’s this guy from One Direction, Harry Styles. I don’t know if you know who I’m talking about.

-Are you kidding me? That hottie is hanging out with you bitch? What have you done?

She makes me laugh.

-Well, he is, but he is messing everything up I insist. I need you to tell me there are so many more fish in the sea. – She laughs.

-Alright, come over. You and I are hanging out tonight. I’m showing you how many more fish there are over here.

-Thanks, Cam. – I smile. – That’s what I need.

I drive over to her place ready for a pool afternoon of girl talk before we hang out tonight. She insists I wear something of hers and I’m sure she will do my makeup and hair so I don’t have to think of what to wear. I’m wearing the bikini I bought with Louis when we went to the mall together. I remember how hard I laughed when I stick my head out of the fitting room and found him wearing a bikini top on his head all naturally sitting on the waiting stool. I swear he is the weirdest guy I’ve ever met.

When I get to Cam’s pool after parking my car at the entrance of her house I find her laying on an inflatable mat in the middle of the pool so I decide I’ll take my dress off and jump to the water right next to her.

-Fuck, what the hell? Holy shit, Valerie; I almost had a heart attack. – We both laugh and I kiss her cheek whilst she curses because I’m wetting her face.

So we talked about Harry and luckily Cam came to the same conclusion that I did. I knew she was gonna think that and that’s why I call her to be honest. I just needed someone to tell me I was right. I need to remember we are just friends or I’ll get it for him knowing that we will have to say goodbye in a couple of months. God knows for how long. It is just meant to be so the right thing to do is not getting attached.

When she is done with my makeup I look at myself in the mirror and smile to myself. I like how I look tonight. Cam has lend me a short black dress which is pretty much a black top and a black short skirt which are joined together by a narrow piece of black fabric that covers the middle of my belly and my spine. It would look good on everyone, really.

-I mean – Cam says looking at me with a bitchy face – you can keep that if you want. It looks way better on you; I’m not wearing it again anyway.

I laugh and we both end up in a bar where Cam is dancing with me like a freak. The bar is all dark and we pass a corridor before we get to the huge dance floor. There are green and orange lights which illuminate bits of the dance floor and there are some people dancing just having fun. Looking at them makes me smile. At the right side of the dance floor there are lots of tables and couches for those who look for a laid back moment in the middle of the dance session.

Nevertheless, Cam and I both head towards the bar which is at the left side of the dance floor and order some cocktails whilst the waiter tries to flirt with Cam. What a classic.

We are both drunk as hell and I remember this is what I like about Cam. Whenever I’m with her it’s just like life is all wonders and have neither worries nor problems. I mean I can’t do what she does, like to be like this all the time. I need to pay my bills and to stay well grounded but for a few days it feels great, I guess. Cam says it’s time for us to hunt some men; she uses that rhetoric all the time. She grabs me by my hand and we both sit down at a stool in the bar and she orders two beers. She starts to flirt with a blond guy who is across the room and who for some reason looks familiar to me. At some point he and his friend decide to come over; his friend looking to his feet, a shy one, I suppose. When they get closer I get to see who they are. Holy shit. The blond one who is flirting with Cameron is Robert Hoffman and the other one is this actor dancer who is hot as hell.

-Hello, ladies. – Robert says looking at Cam and when he looks at me he raises his eyebrows surprised. – It’s a pleasure to meet you two beautiful ladies. I’m Robert.

I nod smiling at him while Cameron introduces herself. Geez, she is drunk. I mean I am a bit drunk too but just a little little little bit. That makes me laugh. I’m hilarious.

-He is Ryan. – Robert says pointing at his friend and I remember he is the guy from Step Up Revolution.

-Gosh, sure, you were absolutely amazing at Step Up. I fell head over heels in love with you. – Okay, I might be drunk too.

He laughs sort of embarrassed and when Cam goes with Robert to dance, Ryan takes a seat next to me. I order a beer for him and he laughs.

-It is usually the other way around. I am supposed to invite you.

-It’s never how it is supposed to be when it’s about me, you better get used to it. Plus, you can invite me to the next one.

Ryan smiles.

-So how long have you been dancing for? Man, you are incredible.

He laughs again.

-Well, pretty much for my entire life. I love it. It’s as simple as that.

-Dance loves you back, man. – I say sounding as Jay Z and he laughs.

-You are funny – he takes a sip of his beer – and beautiful, but that’s obvious.

-And drunk. – I add pointing at his face and he laughs.

I smile until he drinks his beer completely and I take it and put it on the bar.

-Dance with me. – I tell him smiling and he nods smiling back.

As we get to the dance floor Loving you by Enrique Iglesias is on replay and we both dance but it’s quite embarrassing for me to dance with him. He really knows how to move and that’s just hot. He grabs me by my waist and I like his confidence.

-This is so embarrassing; I’m like an elderly woman next to you. – I confess.

-I think you are so sexy. You know how to move those hips of yours.

That’s actually what my salsa teacher used to tell me when I took salsa lessons whilst I was studying drama at London. I’m gonna show him how I can move my hips.

-Can you salsa? – I ask him.

-Can I? – He says making fun of me.

-Wait here. Don’t change your dance partner! I’ll be right back!

I go ask the DJ to put some Marc Anthony salsa version and luckily the DJ is such a cool guy and after laughing at me for trying to challenge Ryan Guzman he accepts. I get to Ryan when Ahora quién by Marc Anthony is on replay. I turn around to give a thumb up to the DJ and he smiles at me. Ryan is smiling at me because he has no idea of what I’m doing. Then I start to move my hips as my salsa teacher taught me a few years ago and he looks at me smiling like a surprised kid. He then comes to me dancing and grabs me by my waist and by my hand and we both move together. At some point in the song, I give in this salsa dance step where the woman sticks her leg between the man’s legs and bends down quickly while he takes her hands and when I place my head next to his again I see that he has thrown his head back laughing surprised at that. I mean I myself am surprise. When the song ends he takes my face with his two hands and kisses me. When he pulls out, I notice we were pretty much alone in the dance floor and some people around us are applauding at us. I take it and salute them dramatically out of breath. I’m drunk as hell and after this dance with Ryan I am heated up in every single sense of the word heat.

-What was that? Where did you learn to dance that way? – He says laughing impressed.

-In London a few years ago. It’s part of the drama training, you know. – I laugh as he shakes his head and kisses me again.

We end up making out passionately next to the bathroom door and he grabs my butt with his two hands while I kiss and suck his neck.

-Jesus, Valerie. Can I take you home? – He says almost moaning in my ear.

-Please. – I tell him before crushing my lips against his.

I say goodbye to Cam interrupting her make out session with Robert and she winks excited at me. I’ll call her later to check on her and make sure she is okay because she is crazy.

Ryan and I take a cab and continue to make out inside no matter how rude that is. I am eager as a tiger and I don’t even know why. As soon as we make it to his place he places his hand on my inner thigh and that’s everything it takes for me to moan on his mouth. I remember I haven’t had sex in a month or so and I’m not used to that. I kiss him hard as he teases me with his hand in my crotch. I pull out to take off my dress and he looks at me with lust in his eyes. He practically devours my mouth as soon as I crush my lips with his and I undo my bra. He moans in my mouth when I take his hand and brings it to my breast. He cups my breast and even though that usually gets me, for some reason I feel like it is not enough.

-Fuck me. – I whisper in his ear and he curses shit while he hops me on top of him and leads me to his bedroom.

He lays me on the bed and then hops on top of me and I kiss his chest as I unzipped his trousers. He takes them off and takes a condom from his night table and once he has put it on, he hops on me again and gets inside of me without even asking. I sink my head in the pillow trying to recompose myself from that pleasurable pain. He keeps on thrusting himself inside of me and kissing me. He is good, I’ll say it and he has this incredibly dancer body. Jesus, he is hard and I mean his entire body is. I let go and reach my climax and a few minutes later he quivers on top of me, falling next to me on his bed.

-That was amazing. – He says while he gets his breath.

It might have been but I can’t help but to think it would have been better with Harry. Fuck him, shit.

Notes

Hey you guys!

I know, I know, what the fuck is Valerie doing? She doesn't want to get attatched to Harry.... Well, good luck with that my friend.

Do you think she'll get it? Let me know!!