he scoffs as he laces up his sneakers. on the one hand, she really craved a night out and they'd been told that that one was a great one; that they'd fit right in. on the other one, she didn't want to make their respective significant others uncomfortable.
"darling, look. we're going out, getting drunk, nothing out of the ordinary. what can niall do, forbid you? you'd kick his bum in a hot minute babe."
half minded, she nods checking the mirrors as she she pushes and pulls at her dress. tossing her hair back, she follows him out the door. a cocktail would come in handy.
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at first, no one notices them, all engrossed in the atmosphere in the club. the scene on the stage in front of her has her coiled up tight, stomach in somersaults.
louis holds on to her waist as they navigate the club, bodies close to another. it feels warm, the alcohol cursing through her veins increasing the exhilarating feeling of the club.
hips pushing and pulling, moving back and forth, she loses herself in the feeling of his body in tune with hers. the fear of anyone noticing the two there, like that, disappears. she lets herself go.
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she registers getting into a car and being walked and directed into a bedroom. her mind is hazy, despite not having drank enough. her body is floating, overworked and overwhelmed. the club had seemingly drained her.
a hand combs though her hair, a water bottle is softly pushed through her lips. at some point she's laid down. not sure, she thinks she smells harry. the thought is fleeting as she falls asleep. she reckons a nap won't hurt.
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a.n.: hiiii,
this was in my drafts! i'd forgotten about it and figured it would be a good bonus piece for you!
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