The incessant music, the multicoloured strobe lighting, the crowds of people, they were all starting to piss me off.

I was on vacation in New York with my best friend, Trish, and her family. Tonight was a night I hadn't particularly been looking forward to, but Trish had insisted we hit up at least one nightclub during our stay here.

After some arguing, I had eventually agreed to go along with her.

Her parents didn't know we were at a club, of course. We'd convinced them that we'd joined a new reading group, and miraculously, they had believed us.

I was starting to wish we really did join a book club.

Drunk.

Everyone was drunk.

Or high.

Or both.

I didn't want to be bitter, but it was no fun being the sober one.

I slumped against a counter, sighing. Trish was way more into the party screen than I was. Maybe it was the element of being in a place where I didn't know anyone that made me so eager to leave this place.

I was suddenly aware of someone standing behind me. I grit my teeth, and turn around. "Can I help you?" I asked, frowning.

The green eyed, brown haired guy stares back at me, an annoying little smirk on his lips. "Hey, I'm Sam, and you're-"

"Beautiful. Yeah. I've heard this shitty pick up line before."

Besides, I didn't really feel 'beautiful' at all. With my blood red mini dress, and black stilletos, I kind of felt like a whore.

"Ooh, feisty," Sam comments. "So can I buy you a drink?"

I tell him exactly where he can stick his drink.

"I'm only trying to be friendly," Sam pouts. I sigh, and run a hand through my hair, feeling like a horrible question. He's right, I shouldn't take my frustrations out on him. Plus, he's sort of cute.

I'm sorry," I whisper, sighing again. I force a smile, and take his hand, pulling him towards the crowd of dancing people.

Trish spots me, and winks, and I roll my eyes.

She'd been worried about the fact that I'd never had a one night stand forever, claiming it was a 'vital part of my development'.

Crazy, right?

As we get to the dance floor, thankfully, a slow song started before I could embarrass myself by dancing to a slow one.

Suddenly, Sam pulled me against him - way too close.

I tried to console myself with the thought that as as this song was over, I could make some excuse, and escape. I loved Trish, but I wasn't willing to suffer any more here.

About a minute into the song, I could feel his erection against my stomach.

I groaned, my disgust coming through. Sam obviously thought it was a moan of pleasure, because he pulled me even tighter to him, grinding against me.

"Stop," I told him, attempting to step away again, but he just held me tighter to him, making me feel sick.

"Don't fight it, cupcake," he whispered in my ear.

Cupcake?

Whata douche.

I jammed my knee upwards, into his crotch, and he finally released me, pain, calling me a crazy bitch.

I took a deep breath, and walked away from him, going back to sit at the bar to calm down a little before I went... Well, anywhere else but here.

"Nice shot," Came a deep voice from behind me.

I sighed. Another guy, obviously. I turned to tell him to leave me the hell alone - then stopped. He was tall, very tall, so I had to look up to see his face.

He had an amused smirk on his face, his hazel eyes sparkling. I continued my assessment, looking at his sexy mess of blond hair, his pink lips...

"Thanks," I managed to say in response to his question, "You saw that, huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I saw it." He tilted his head to the side. "So, let me guess - you're not from New York, right?"

I grimaced, trying not to let him know that I was mentally undressing him. "Is it that obvious?"

"You don't seem very comfortable, that's all,"

I was starting to feel a little more relaxed talking to him. He seemed... Well, incredibly sexy, of course, but nice, too.

"I'm in New York on vacation, with my friend and her family... I didn't really want to come, but she made me,"

"Well I'm glad you did," he said, his smile lighting up his face. I gulped, and it took me a moment to remember how to breathe.

He stepped closer to me. "You okay?" He asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"I'm fine," I said, my voice breaking.

He chuckled, and I noticed his breath smelt like champagne.

"You sure?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes in a way that made me weak at the knees.

"Um, y- yeah," I stammered, internally face palming.

Real smooth, Dawson.

He laughed, and winked at me, and I pouted at him. "You're doing that on purpose," I grumbled, folding my arms. He eyes darted down to my cleavage when I did that, and I surprised a smile.

"Maybe." He replied.

"There's no 'maybe' about it," I grumbled.

He shrugged, and sat on a stool next to me. "So, tell me about you."

I sat, too. "What do you want to know?"

He smiled. "Let's start with your name."

Oh, right. "It's Ally," I told him.

As soon as I said it, I became wary. Should I have told this stranger my name?

I shook away the thought. I was in a different state - the chances we would ever see each other again were nil.

"My names Austin."

I felt a shiver run through me as soon as he said it.

"Nice name," I said, then instantly feeling stupid for complimenting someone on their name. "It's like the place... in Texas..." Shut up, shut up, shut up, you idiot!

Austin just watched me, looking amused. I blushed, and looked down, and when my word vomit had eventually died down, he laughed. "You know, you're adorable when you're flustered. "

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

No one said anything for a while, but it was a comfortable silence, if you could call it that with Ke$ha blasting through the speakers behind us.

Austin talked to the bar tender for a while, getting us both drinks, and I watched him, and how he unknowingly did things that made me feel ... Well, hotter.

Ruffling his hair with his hand, biting his lip, and when he got up and stretched, his shirt rising up so that I could see his abs... Hot damn.

He placed my drink in front of me, and I took a long sip. It was nice, fuzzy and fruity at the same time.

"I didn't get you anything too strong," he promised me.

I frowned, somehow upset. "Why not?"

He smiled. "No offence, but... You seem more of a bubbly, champagne kind of girl,"

I folded my arms and raised my eyebrows. "Are you saying you don't think I can hold my liquor?"

"Well... Yeah,"

I looked at the glass in his hand. "What are you drinking?" I asked.

"Vodka."

I grabbed the glass out of his hand and raised it to my lips, draining the drink. I coughed a little afterwards, feeling the tasteless liquid slide down my throat.

"Like it?" he asked, his voice teasing, as if he was sure I'd say no.

I barely heard his question.

I was focused on the mesmerising way his lips moved when he talked.

"Kiss me," I whispered, biting my lip.

"Is that the vodka talking?" He wondered.

"No." I told him. It wasn't a lie.

He leaned in towards me and pressed his lips against mine, softly at first, then roughly. I gasped as his tongue swirled along mine, and he groaned.

"Ally..." He said, and I understood what he meant.

"We can't go to my place, so yours," I told him, twisting handfuls of his hair into my hands, something I had wanted to do since I first saw him.

He pulled away from me, his eyes even darker, and took my hand, bringing me out of the club.

"Austin..." I moaned, as he closed the door to his apartment, and pinned me against the door.

"I know, baby." He sighed, his lips against my neck.

His fingers found their way under my dress, and he used his thumb to stroke me through my thin panties.

I gasped, and pressed myself into his hand. He chuckled at my impatience.

His hand tugged at the hen of my panties, pulling them downwards, and setting me on the floor so I could kick them off.

His hand was there again, teasing my clit, trailing across my entrance. "Please," I groaned, my legs shaking. He laughed, and took my hand, leading me to his bedroom.

I raised my hands, and he slipped the dress up over my head.

He fiddled with the clasp of my bra, until it was on the floor, then he looked at me, his eyes trailing over my body.

"Ally, you're beautiful," He whispered.

I smiled at him. "Thanks." I whispered. He leaned down to kiss me, and I started to unbutton his shirt. We both moaned at the feeling of his bare chest on mine. He teased my nipples with the tips of his fingers, making me moan.

I ground into the bulge that was very close to my centre, so needy it almost hurt.

"Austin, please..." I begged, pulling at his belt.

He laughed, and pushed two fingers into me.

I groaned, my nails scratching along his back.

If his fingers felt this good inside if me, then...

"Austin.. I moaned, my voice pleading.

"Fuck, it love hearing you say that," he murmured, finally kicking off his jeans, and boxers.

And then he filled me, making me cry out his name, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Faster," I pleaded, my nails still on his back. He obliged, my screams, mixing with his moans for most of the night.

"This guy better be cute, Dez, if I'm busting my ass to clean up the spare room for him.

"You stay away from him," My brother warned me.

"Why? Afraid I'll steal him from you?"

"No, I'm afraid he'll get to know you and he'll move out."

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes.

For the entire month of August, the whole Dawson family had been preparing for the arrival of one of Dez's friends, who was moving here from New York to go to college here in Miami, with Dez.

I wasn't looking forward to his arrival.

I had met all of Dez's friends, and they were all creepy - but I was going to have the luxury of sharing a bathroom with this particular creep.

Yay.

I heard a car pull up in the driveway of our house.

"The Moons are here," my mom called from downstairs. I sighed and hauled myself off of the bed Dez's friend would be occupying, to get a look at the guy. I made my way downstairs after Dez.

"Hey Austin!" Dez called, a grin on his face.

I froze.

Okay, this doesn't necessarily mean anything. Just because his name is Austin doesn't mean...

But then I remembered every thing Dez had said about him. He's from New York, he has his own apartment there...

I still hoped that it wasn't the same Austin I'd had a one night stand with ... Up to two months ago now. The memory of that night never failed to get me all hot and bothered.

But as I saw a familiar head of messy blond hair from my seat on the stairs... I genuinely hated my life.

There's chapter one for you.

Would you do me a big favour and review?

I will love you forever.

Thanks for reading.