One Direction Imagines

Alice's Imagine....CONTINUED: Undeniable Proof

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH. 2,000 reads is such a big deal to me, I actually can't believe it has happened. It is so hard to express how I feel. I may have to put some sort of gif or something in the side bar of the next imagine if I find one good enough.

So, this is the second part of Alice's imagine and now I am free to do other imagines for people. May have to explain a plan to you at the beginning of the next imagine, but I'm in an inner debate with myself, so I'll post it if i decide to do it.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it Alice...

"Niall? What the fuck are you doing here?"

Well, it's too late for polite introductions now, I suppose. 

I feel sorry for the poor blonde. His dazed expression probably means he is either tipsy and doesn't know who I actually am, or maybe he's just realised surprised to see me in New York. Probably the fact I'm in New York. I'm still not over the shock.

Before he can even reply, Grace and Leigh snatch me away.

"Alice, are you feeling ok? How much have you had to drink?" Graces screams at me over the music blaring from the speakers and the surrounding crowd of noisy beings.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why didn't you tell me you were...er...well...er...you know...DANCING WITH NIALL HORAN?" My arms flailed around as I shouted back at her, gathering attention from other people in the room. "If you don't recall, he is my ex boyfriends band mate and friend. Did you not think I would need to know that my ex who I haven't spoken to yet is possibly in his very room, watching me right now?!?!?!? Hmm...did that thought even cross your mind?" Her expression went from dazed to anger as she pulled the guy closer towards me, his face finally being shown to me without all the bright disco lights affecting his features.

I now realise why she is annoyed with me. I had ruined a big moment for her with this guy, who wasn't Niall. I will give it to him, he looked slightly similar to the Irish lad but of course, it wasn't. 

Now who was the crazy one.

"Hi, I'm Sam." The blonde lad extended his hand towards me, his thick New York accent breaking through the music. It really wasn't Niall. His hair looked like it was naturally blonde, rather than dyed and his eyes were an emerald green, instead of a piercing blue. His handshake was manly, but light and caring, coupled with a toothy grin. 

I released his hand and left them to dance, attempting to drag Leigh away, who was too busy flirting with a   towering guy, who in my opinion looked as if he should be a model or something. His tanned face rolled back on it's neck as he guffawed at something Leigh said. She couldn't contain her glee as she smiled wildly at me, before returning her attention to the man she had set her glittering eyes on. 

A light spark hit my heart as I finally felt the pangs of loneliness hit me. Everytime they had slightly hit me, someone had been there to keep me pre-occupied, but today I was stuck in a room full of people enjoying themselves, competely and utterly alone.

I pressed myself up against a wall, trying to blink away the tears that were taking over my vision before a figure blocked my eye line, effectively erasing me from the world. His fingers rose to my face, attempting to stroke me, as his other hand gripped my thigh. 

I was stuck, pinned to the wall. Screaming was useless, reasoning with him was useless, due to him beign obviously drunka dn completely out of it.

I was useless and pathetic and worthless. 

I wish someone would save me. Maybe not Harry but just someone...

I wish Louis was here...

A loud crash brought my quivering figure back to reality. My head rose to find my captor on the floor, flailing and moaning whilst holding his palm firmly to his nose.