Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 8

I go back to my room and lay down on my bed. I was feeling so low! I guess I need some sleep. I close my eyes and try to relax myself when I hear a knock at the door. "It's open!" I cry.

"Perry being a sleepyhead!" Louis cries as he jumps up on the bed.

"Let me sleep!" I pout and cover my face with a pillow.

Louis hits me with another pillow, "C'mon Perry it's Friday!! Who the hell destroys a Friday night sleeping?"

I remove the pillow from my face and quirk my eyebrows, pouting.

"PeryPery looks cute when she is angry!"

"Stop calling me that! It's annoying!" I complain.

"Sorry but I can't stop calling you that", Louis leans on a pillow, beside me

"LouLou!" I grin.

"Weird name!" Louis says, rolling his eyes.

"Felt cute!"

"Convinced!"

"Wow that was really fast!!"

"No! I mean I convinced your mother about the project! Absolutely not convinced about that weird name." He explains.

"Thank you LouLou!" I laugh. Louis hits me with the pillow. I laugh harder.

"Listen! This time somehow I convinced her about the project but I can't do it again when it comes to an important thing like your career! You have to do that!" He says.

"I think once I complete this project I can convince them! Let's see! By the way did she leave?" I say.

Louis sits up. "Yes your mother already left. Now get up!!!!!" he says, pulling my hands.

"Ugh, why??"

"Go get ready! We're going out clubbing!"

"Are you insane? No! I need to think about the project and make arrangements!" I burst out.

"You have plenty of time to do that! Now you're coming with me, luv!" Louis grins.

"Where is your girlfriend? Why don't you go with her?" I ask.

"Eleanor is out, on a girls night, with her friends! I'm extremely bored and very much unemployed! So don't be a spoilsport, let's go Perry, please?" Louis begs.

I finally agree and soon we land up at a nearby club- Neon Nights! I've been here a couple of times before with Tracey.

I was wearing high waisted trousers with a strappy cami top and comfortable nude heels and Louis was in his black jeans, denim jacket and white sneakers.

The beat is vibrating off the walls as we enter the admission doors; the crowd is out in force and ready to party. The drinks are flowing across the tables just as fast as the bartenders can make them, conversation is loud and people are struggling to hear over the raging music and the dance floor is filled with sweaty bodies swaying to the beat.

In Neon Nights the good vibes flow like a virus, but a good one. There's love in the air, all hyped up and ready to give us a good time. Ivan, the bartender, waves through the guys and girls like a pro he is, his smile wider than the golden gates; God I love that man.

Louis and I walk up to him and order few shots of vodka. We take a seat in front of the counter.

"Hey, you met Harry today, so what do you think about him?" I ask Louis.

"I don't know him but he's hot!" Louis winks at me.

"Isn't he beautiful?!" I say.

"Huh! Not more than me!"