the elevator

party in NY

9pm:

The warmth of the asphalt is dampening.
It is almost dark and the moon shines brightly in the sky.
A few stars can already be seen.
They shine in Niall's beautiful eyes.
I love his ocean blue eyes.
I take his hand and whisper to him:

"I am very looking forward to the evening. Thank you for being here. I am glad you are here."
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"Of course I'm here. My sweetheart has been promoted. What a bad boyfriend I would be if I didn't accompany you? I am always there for you. You know that."
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"You're right. You have to be here."
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He then pushes me slightly to the side and laughs at me for falling into a strange man. That was embarrassing. Of course I apologize to the man.
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"I hate you, Niall."
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"I know you love me."
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He smiled at me and I couldn't resist to kiss him.

On the way to the club, the rain gets a little heavier, but we don't mind.
We are standing in front of one of the most popular clubs in New York, Marquee.
I haven't been out partying for ages and I really want to be drunk again and forget all my fears.
Luckily everyone had time and we can celebrate together. I think this will be a great evening.

Alia with Robert,
Louis with Harry
and me with Niall.

The front door is huge and many other people, who look super rich, are standing outside the club.
I don't know one single face and then I realize that I really should go out partying more.

After a few minutes of waiting, we are let in and head straight for the bar, which is crowded. Niall finally spots an empty seat and squeezes in, to order us all a drink.
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Waiter:"What do you want, young man?"
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Niall:"Six Cocktails, please."
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Waiter:"Coming up."
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We get our drinks and we look for a free table, which wasn't easy because the club is crowded.
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Robert:"Ah, there's a table at the back!"
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Louis:"Quick! I don't wanna wait any longer."
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We never run so fast as we did at that moment. I mean, a table was at stake.
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"First!"
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Niall:"Second!"
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Alia:"Third!"
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Louis:"Fourth!"
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Harry:"Fifth!"
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Robert:"Last!"
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Niall:"So guys, lets have a toast to the greatest, smartest and most beautiful woman I know. And to her success, of course. To Madi!"
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All together:"To Madi!"
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"You're all so sweet. I love you."
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Then I turned to Niall:
"But I love you the most."
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"I still love you more, babe."
I kiss him passionately.

10pm:

We were drunk. Very drunk.
Luckily Harry was still a bit sober and could look after us a bit.
But we still fucked up a lot.
Niall flirted with a waiter who got offended by it and we got kicked out of the club.

So there were we.
Drunk on the empty streets of New York.
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Harry:"Guys, I don't think I'm sober anymore either."
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"Yay, Harryyyyy! Join us!"
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Harry:"Coming!"
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We were standing in the middle of the street. Then Alia suddenly turned on some music ‚Hangover by Taio Cruz'.

We started dancing until we reached the park.
I think Louis was the drunkest of all of us.
Louis suddenly runs off.
Louis falls down.
Into the grass.
And of course I don't let him lie there alone, so I lie down next to him and we burst out laughing.
A few seconds later, all six of us are lying in the damp grass, laughing and crying at the most unnecessary things.
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Alia*drunk*:"I want a tree. A tree in my living room."
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Niall*drunk*:"I used to want a unicorn. A pink fluffy unicorn. And a little pig."
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"Who didn't?"
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Harry*drunk*:"Everybody did."
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Niall*cries*:"Why don't they exist? I just want a unicorn."
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Louis:"Me too, mate. Me too."

11:30pm:

We are reasonably sober again and make our way home.
Niall is still pretty drunk, but I have control over my thoughts again and look after him because of that. When we got to my flat after a few minutes, we say goodbye to the others.
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"Bye guys. Thank you for the evening. It was great."
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Niall*drunk*:"I loved it."
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Harry:"Bye! See you later!"
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"Come on, sweetheart. We are going to bed now."
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Niall still couldn't walk straight so I prop him up until we got into my flat. Niall immediately lies down in bed and snores very loudly. I lay down next to him and he takes me in his arms.
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"Madison?"
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"Yeah."
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"I...I need to apologize."
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"You don't have to. Everyone gets drunk sometimes."
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"No, not about that. I lied to you."
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"What? About what? Is it bad?"
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*snore*
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"Great, he's asleep now. Good night, babe. I love you."
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I kiss him on the forehead.
What did he lie about?
Did he do anything bad?
What should I do now?
Should I talk to him about it again tomorrow?
No, I won't.
It's his decision whether he tells me the truth or not.
He doesn't have to tell me everything, but I just want to know the most important things.

I want to know what his interests are.

I want to know what his plans are.

I want to know what makes him smile.

I want to know what he is really like without pretending.

I just want to know if he really loves me.

Does he love me as much as I love him?

I am afraid. I am afraid of the truth.
It's probably just something unnecessary again, but I'm already thinking too much again.

But what if it not ‚just something unnecessary'?