FEAR [n.h]

1.

Madison's POV.

"C'mon Maddie, you gotta come!" My best friend begged while holding an outfit. "I picked this out just for you, don't be stubborn."

"Aria for God's sakes, is the first day of summer, I want to rest, we literally finished our finals yesterday." I said while scrolling through my phone, taking my eyes off that red dress she was holding.

"Madison you can rest tomorrow; you damn well know that the best sleep is the sleep you get after a night out. C'mon, we have to celebrate that we just finished our first year of college, don't make me go alone." She took my phone, making me roll my eyes while I got up of the bed.

"Okay, you win, but I won't last long."

(...)

"You look great!" Aria said while applying lipstick to herself.

I sighed and sat down on her bed, waiting for her. We had been best friends since as long as I can remember. The blonde and the brunette, the perfect duo. Aria was a literal goddess though, she was tall, with her long black wavey hair always in a perfect style. She had blue eyes, and she knew how to work with them. I seriously believe she does magic or something, she always gets what she wants, as you can see. Even her little tricks work with me. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a turtle neck top, showing off her white bellybutton piercing, with her converse of course, she hates high heels. Like hate, hate.

"Are you checking me out, Jones?" She said, making me come back from my thoughts and looking at her.

"Yeah of course, whatever you say. Can we leave?"

Niall's POV.

"Are you sure you want to do this this way?" Louis said without taking his eyes off the clubs' door.

"Yes, I have done this before, I know how to handle this. It'll be even easier if she's a little bit drunk." I explained while taking the bottle of chloroform and stocking it on my pocket.

"You know the deal Niall, if something goes wrong just give us a call, we will be right outside ready to go." Harry said while looking at me, making me grunt.

"Can yall cut this crap? I don't need this; I know what the fuck I'm doing." I said while opening the car door, stepping out of the black van. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

I ignored whatever crap they said and closed the door behind me, taking a cigarette and lighting it before entering the club. Once I was in, I took a minute to breathe the air of the place: drugs, alcohol and hormones. I loved it.

I adjusted my jacket and kept going, getting myself into the crowd and looking for the thing I came for. And there she was. Dancing alone in the middle of the club, with her blonde hair moving and her arms up, wearing a tight red dress. I smiled and got to her, grabbing her hips gently and making her look at me with a flirty smile. Poor thing.

"Hey." She said while scanning my face. "Do I know you?"

"No, I don't think you do." I said while throwing the cigarette to the floor. "I just saw you dancing alone and thought that I could, you know, help. There are so many bad guys around here, you know?"

"I can take care of myself, but thank you." She said while putting her arms around my neck, with that flirty smile still on her face. I bite my tongue and breathe while looking at her, she's drunk. Drunk and gorgeous.

"How do you feel about us leaving this fucking crowd so we can have a conversation without screaming?" I asked while looking at her, waiting for the answer I knew she was gonna give me.