It was early on a saturday night, and I was already curlsd up on the sofa with a nice warm blanket over me, a blue WKD and some Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream; this is the life I thought to myself.
Of course, any other saturday night I would be out partying with my boyfriend, or should I now say, ex-boyfriend. I let my thoughts drift back to how much I had loved him, despite the fact that he used to beat me. I don't know what it was about him, but I just couldn't stop loving him, no matter what he done to me, it wouldn't change my feelings for him, and I hated myself for keep going back to him.
I sat remembering all those amazing times, times I lived for back then, back before he started to abuse me. They meant everything to me, he meant everything to me, but the feelings were clearly not mutual. I looked down at my wrist to find the bracelet that he had engraved for my 18th birthday, which was exactly 2 months ago today. I took it off and twirlded it around in my fingers, reading the text that said 'Josh and Molly forever3'. I instantly felt sick. Everything he had said to me, about how much he loved me, how he would never leave me. He didn't mean any of it, I mean if he had meant it, he would't of started to abuse me, knowing that I loved him too much to leave him, and he definitely wouldn't of broken up with me earlier today; over text. He knew that it would completely destroy me.
I snapped out of my thoughts, and took a long swig of drink, enjoying the way it burned the back of my throat, and tried to push back the tears that were threatening to fall. I would not let this ruin me.
I've loved and lost before, and I know eventhough it may take a while, I will get over him. So, for now, I will sit here and drink and eat away my sorrows, just as every other girl does when they get their heart broken.

Finding the T.V remote, I flicked on the telly and put on some boring chick flick, as I heard they're meant to make you feel better, although I was too busy trying not to cry to concentrate on anything else.
I picked up my phone to check the time; 5:45. 'What is my life coming to?' I thought to myself and let out a slight chuckle at the patheticness also known as my life. Just as I was about to lock my phone, it vibrated to show I had recieved 1 new message. Thinking it was Josh, I locked my phone and didn't even bother to read it. When my phone vibrated again, I also ignored it, ready to smash my phone up leaving him with no way of contacting me if he tried to text me again. *beep beep* My phone went, 'right, thats it' I thought to myself, and looked at the phone but was pleasently surprised when my phone screen light up and the name 'Charlotte' was on it, I answered without hesitation.

We had a massive conversation, and I dont know quite how, but by the end of it, she had convinced me to go out clubbing with her for the night. She told me it would help me forget about Josh, and to be honest, I was ready to try anything to forget about him, even if it was only for a night.

-1 HOUR LATER-

Me and Charlotte arrived at the club to find hundreds of girls outside. We wasn't really to sure why, but didn't really think much about it. We became more suspicious when the doorman had to ask us if we knew anyone in the club, as tonight that would be the only way we could get in. Luckily, Charlotte knew the owner, so we got let in. I was about to go and get a drink, when Charlotte grasped my hand and dragged me to the crowded dancefloor, and we started dancing wildly.

I must of lost track of time, but we didn't care how long we'd been there, what the time was or anything, we were having fun and I was forgetting about Josh.
The music just kept getting louder, the lights kept flashing and we were getting more and more drunk.

Charlotte had gone off to get us some drinks, and left me to dance by myself, not that I particularly cared at that moment as I was too drunk to function properly. Thats when I felt it. A hand. Two hands. On my shoulders. Whoever it was started to dance with me, but I didn't back off, I was having fun. I found out when he whispered in my ear that it was a boy. "Hey beautiful" he said, and sent shivers down my spine. 'Where have I heard that voice before?' I thought to myself, but shrugged off the thought and carried on dancing. I had completely lost Charlotte by this point, and felt like I needed some fresh air, so when the mystery boy whose face I still hadn't seen, asked if I wanted some fresh air I quickly accepted. He clasped my hand and led me through the sweaty bodies and out through the back door. He turned to face me, and thats when it hit me. The person I had just been dancing with for ages, was Harry Styles. THE Harry Styles...'So THAT'S why I recognised his voice, and that's why all those girls were outside tonight' I thought to myself whilst trying to act calm as he stood so sexily leaned against the door waiting for my reaction...