Way Of Life - H.S & N.H

You're The One That I Want

The four friends had managed to squeeze their drunken bodies into the karaoke room.

Harry and Niall were sat on the couches, sipping their drinks and crying with laughter at Heather and Shayla. They were belting out the words to Best Song Ever. Doing all the actions and dance moves too. Surprisingly coordinated for the amount of alcohol they'd consumed.

"ANYONE WOULD THINK YOU'RE BIG FANS OR SOMETHING!" Harry called over the music, winking at them both.

The girls were smiling from ear to ear and laughing in between singing.

The song ended as they both bowed and thanked their audience. Harry and Niall were clapping wilding. Harry did his infamous whistle with his fingers and Niall was cheering.

"Alright alright. It's your turn!" Heather exclaimed, pointing at the boys. She nodded at Shayla and winked. Shayla knew exactly what she had to do.

She walked over to the song selection and scrolled through looking for the perfect one.

The boys were laughing, but took the microphones from Heather and stood up.

"I dread to think what this is gonna be H. Shayla has an... 'eclectic taste' in music." Niall leaned in to Harry.

"I mean don't we all Ni." He chimed in response.

Just as they were about to talk again, the intro to 'You're The One That I Want' from Grease came through the speakers.

"You've got to be kidding me!" they shouted in unison. Both Shayla and Heather were laughing hysterically but egging the boys on to sing.

"You've gotta do it!" Heather cried.

Harry and Niall just looked at each other and shrugged. From that moment they put 100% effort into the singing and dance moves. Harry took on the role of Sandy and Niall was Danny. They were making their way around the tiny space, re-enacting the scene from the film. Swaying and shimmying along to the music.

Shayla and Heather had tears falling from their eyes watching them as they frolicked around the space. The energy in the room was electric. Nothing but positivity and good vibes. Just four friends having the time of their lives.

The song ended. The boys were panting, chests heaving up and down from all the dancing.

Heather and Shayla stood up on the couches and screamed like they were at a concert. Arms in the air and cheering for them both.

Niall and Harry had the biggest smiles on their faces watching their girls acting like maniacs in front of them.

"Okay, okay I need a drink. And maybe a lie down." Niall panted. He walked over to where Heather was stood on the couches and helped her down. Harry did the same for Shayla.

"Thanks Gorgeous." Shayla beamed.

"You're welcome... Gorgeous." He smirked back.

He loved that they called each other that. They hadn't been together long but nicknames were already being thrown around.

The past month had been hard not being around her. He really liked Shay and didn't want to mess it up. His relationships in the past had been hit or miss. Shay was different though. She made him better.

"Uhhm gorgeous?" Niall cheekily called for Harry. He was taking the piss out of the nickname.

"For fucks sake. What?" Harry muttered, going slightly red. Shayla chuckled, and snuggled into his side.

"Nothing just wanted to take the mick!" Niall laughed.

"Ni!" Heather shoved him playfully. She then pulled him closer. They fell back onto the couches.

"Woah. We have company Petal!" Niall murmured. He'd buried his face into Heather's hair and kissed the top of her head.

"Petal?" Harry chuckled. Now he was the one to take the mick.

"Harry don't. I think it's cute." Shayla chimed. Winking at Heather.

"C'mon. We should duet together love." Harry pulled Shayla towards the song selection.

The next couple of hours passed by in a flash. Each of them taking turns to duet together. Song after song they kept going. The drinks kept coming and the energy never died.

The last song of the night was a Disney classic.

'You've Got A Friend In Me' from Toy Story.

All four of them were up, Niall and Shayla sharing one mic, Heather and Harry with the other. Everyone had their arms over each others shoulders.

Their faces were bright and smiling. Niall's laugh bellowed out over the music causing Shayla to laugh too. Too drunk to sing properly.

Heather and Harry were taking it seriously
though, hitting all the notes perfectly.

The music faded and they all collapsed onto the couches. Clutching their stomachs from laughing.

"C'mon. We should probably head home." Harry broke the silence.

"Yeah it's... *hiccup* getting late." Shayla spoke but got interrupted. Harry looked over at her and couldn't help but chuckle at how drunk she seemed.

Drunk and happy. He always wanted her happy.

Heather was also watching Niall. Trying to send a text but failing miserably. Chuckling she got up and went over to pulled him up. She took his phone and sent the text for him, then placed the phone into his back pocket seductively.

"Oh. It's like that is it. Just wait till we get home." Niall whispered in her ear. His voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Not in my house you won't!" Harry was watching the interaction, whilst helping Shayla put on her jacket.

"How the fuck do you hear everything H?!" Niall quizzed.

"Magic."

"Bullshit. Anyway, I'm sure you two will be at it as well."

"Niall. Look at Shay. She's drunk. She can barely walk." Harry chuckled. They glanced over at Shayla who was mumbling something to herself while trying to steady herself. She failed and ended up falling down onto the couch again.

Heather, Niall and Harry burst out laughing.

"Hey! Why is it *hiccup* that I'm always the drunkest?" Shayla called out to them.

"C'mon gorgeous. Let's get you home." Harry placed his arm around hers and started to walk her out.

Niall and Heather followed. Niall had his arm slung over Heather's shoulder, both whispering and giggling like school kids.