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Zorra walked into the club, her heels clicking against the pavement. Looking around, Zorra saw no sight of Zayn or any one else she might know. Sighing, the girl took out her iPhone, and texted the boy. 'Hey, where are you? xx' The club was crowded, with many sweaty bodies pressed up against each other. Zorra loved the night life, how everyone seemed to just glow. The girl sat down at the bar, staring at her phone.
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|Mood; Excited;|Where; The Club ]|With; Nicole|
|Mood; Excited;|Where; The Club ]|With; Nicole|
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The blonde Irish boy walked into the club. Niall pushed his way through the crowds of people dancing, and waved to the occasional friend. Finally, his blue eyes locked on the girl he had been looking for all night. Nicole. She was sitting in a bean-bag chair, looking lonely. "Hey beautiful." Niall said with a smile, kissing her on the cheek.





