Ianthony oneshots (discontinued)

Dj got us falling in love

"Guys, I don't know about this," Ian mumbled, pushing his black glasses up his nose.

"C'mon, live a little!" Amelia laughed, skipping down the dark road with her arms stretched out.

"You might meet a girl," Jacob winked, opening the dark door to, Ian's description, hell.

Ian pushed his glasses up once more as he walked into the building, bright lights lit up the dance floor and shined on the sweaty bodies that was dancing. He blinked as he stepped under the dim lights which almost seemed broken, lots of tables was scattered around with glasses filling them all up.

"Over here!" Amelia grinned, motioning them towards a fairly big table with a brown sofa. "Isn't this amazing?" she sighed happily, looking around the hot claustrophobic room.

"Feels like home," Ian mumbled, sitting on the hard wooden chair.

"Lighten up, man, look gets some drinks and you'll be like them in half an hour tops!" Mark smirked, pointing to the bodies on the dance floor.

"Ooh, can't wait," he rolled his eyes, getting up once again and slowly dragging his feet towards the bar.

"Alright, gentlemen and..whatever you are," he winked at Amelia who rolled her eyes. "Let's see who can get laid first for.." he reached in his pocket, pulling out a five pound note. "C'mon, put something in."

The two copied him and dropped what they could on the table with a loud clash. "Okay, we got six pound fifty, a paper clip and a used gum- ew! Seriously guys?" She rubbed her hand on her black jeans.

"Hey, what about Mr Moody?" Jacob nodded towards Ian.

"We can't add him! He can't get anything, I mean, look at him." Mark laughed.

Their heads turned towards the teenager who once again pushed his glasses up, a nervous habit of his, as the lady at the bar winked at him.

"Well, I bet you he will find someone," Amelia grinned, turning back and resting her arms on the back of the sofa.

"Seriously? You're on, girl," Mark laughed. "What's this for?"

"The loser buys the next round."

"That's stupid, we could be here all night!"

"Scared you will loose, Marcus Right?" She raised her eyebrow.

"You are on! Rules you cannot help Hecox in any way."

"Same with you," their hands grasped together, shaking in a silent bet.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Ian's voice suddenly filled their ears. He placed the glasses on the table and sat down, looking up to see smirks on his friend's faces. "What?" He slowly pushed his glasses.

"Nothing, cmon let's drink then go dance!" Amelia grinned, grabbing her glass.

Ian copied, the alcohol quickly vanishing from his glass.

Smirking, she held out her hand after he placed the empty glass on the table before hesitantly taking her hand.

"Hey!" Mark frowned as she turned her head, shrugging playfully at him as she skipped to the dance floor.

"Um, I can't dance-"

"Dude, have you seen these people? No dancing will be required," she laughed.

After ten minutes of awkwardly swaying, Amelia tapped him on his back. "I'll be back,"

"Um, sure."

-

Half an hour later and no bright blue hair girl in sight, he sighed and began make his way back when he got stopped.

"Hey, cutie," a brunette stopped him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Guys, he's talking to a girl! Damn, she's hot."

"Why is he walking away? What is he- no, go back. Great she's gone now."

"What is he up to?"

Ian watched happily as the girl walked away before looking around, "what now?" He shrugged, swaying to the music once again.

-

"You're a good dancer," a deep warm voice filled Ian's ear, he shivered and closed his eyes.

"I know, I'm a professional," he chuckled, turning around to see a beautiful man. His breath caught in his throat as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I can tell," he laughed again. "Why are you on your own?"

Ian watched with wide eyes, butterflies filling his stomach as his laughter took over his mind nearly making his miss the question. "Oh, um, I'm just here to make everyone jealous of my moves."

The beautiful laughter rang through his ears, "ah, I think my favourite move was the swaying one but it is a hard choice."

"That's my 'get all the bitches' moves, I see it worked!" He smirked, the inside Ian was screaming and cringing.

"It definitely did," the man smiled. "Anthony," he held out a hand.

"Ian," shaking his hand, shivers ran through his body and only built up his confidence.

"Well, Ian, do you have anymore room for other dance moves?"

"Of course," he pushed his glasses up.

Anthony grabbed Ian's waist and began swaying his hips, smiling as Ian copied. He rest his chin on his shoulder and brought his lips to Ian's ear, "this is called 'I don't actually know what I'm doing so I'll just copy everyone else'."

"I-it's a good move," Ian closed his eyes, repeatedly pushing his glasses up his sweaty nose.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"What?"

"Pushing your glasses up your nose all the time."

"It's a nervous habit," he shrugged.

"I make you nervous?" Smirking, he swirled Ian around and pulled their bodies together.

"N-no," he caught Anthony's brown eyes before smiling, his whole body felt calm except for the butterflies.

He didn't know why he did it.

He didn't know if it was the alcohol in his system.

He didn't know if it was just the way Anthony looks so beautiful under the flashing lights.

But as soon as Ian pressed his lips against Anthony's and he responded back by placing his hands on his waist only to pull him closer, he knew he made the right choice.

"Oh, damn, guys!" Amelia grinned, pointing towards the couple making out.

"What?!" They both jumped up only to see that it was clearly Ian and some black haired guy.

"Pay up, boy!"

Mark grunted, getting up and slowly dragging his feet towards the bar.

A/n

Hey there!

My inspiration was when I was doing my art homework and 'dj got us falling in love' was playing, my mind was already writing the fanfic so now I'm here posting it when I should be doing my work.

Hope you enjoyed this little one shot, bye :)