Perfectly True ~ Niall Horan story

twenty

(This is a long one! Sexual content ahead! 😅 please Vote and comment! Enjoy xx)

L I L L I A N N A

Sweaty bodies pressed against others, the smell of pure sex and sticky alcohol lingers in the air and instantly takes me back to a time when I depended on this exact situation.

Everything was worth the pounding headache and the vomit and the regret the next day.

Now, the slight shift is obvious to me. This is the first party that I have been to where my motive hasn't been to get revenge on my management or to get so drunk to provide relief from my own issues.

I'm actually having fun.

Once we gather ourselves from climbing in through the window, we follow the dancing crowd and our wrists become slapped with neon yellow wristbands at the door.

Niall reaches back for my hand and laces our fingers together whilst we are forced to narrowly squeeze past drunk girls, dressed in shorts & cowboy boots and boys who are furiously chugging alcohol.

"Where's the alcohol?" Niall asks them, his frat boy voice making me laugh hysterically.

Once we are directed to a large table filled with bowls of punch, Niall pulls me up next to him and slams his hand on the table.

"Do your worst!" Niall yells over the obnoxious music to a shirtless frat boy who is seemingly managing the booze.

The guy looks us up and down before holding up to solo cups. "I dunno, what do you like?!"

"Anything alcoholic," I laugh, smiling at Niall who moves his hands to my waist.

The guy begins to pour us Fireball shots and within seconds Niall and I down the shots in one, laughing hysterically at our scrunched faces.

"Keep them coming," Niall playfully instructs the guy who looks somewhat impressed as Niall and I immediately down shot after shot after shot in expert fashion.

"What's this?" I ask a girl beside me who is pouring a purple liquid out of a large bowl into her cup.

"It's punch, you should try some but it's quite strong," the girl smiles, laughing slightly at herself as she stumbles into the table.

I look at Niall who nods in agreement and so within seconds we have poured the purple liquid into cups and are chugging them.

I wait for any sort of effect but there is none and by the look on Niall's face he is also confused.

"Is this alcoholic?"

The frat guy laughs, believing that Niall is joking and so we awkwardly laugh along with him.

"Have you got any vodka?" I ask him, scanning the table for a stronger drink to overpower the mixer.

"We have Smirnoff ice-

"No thank you, straight vodka would be better for us," Niall explains, gently interrupting the guy.

The man hands us an entire bottle of vodka that looks like it has barely been touched and within seconds Niall is pouring it into our cups.