Niam One-Shots

Shut Up And Dance With Me

"'M not sure why you're bringing me into this," Liam muttered, staring at himself in the mirror. He smiled proudly, liking the way he looked. He was wearing black jeans, not too tight, but just the perfect snug fit. He wore his biker boots and a white t-shirt with a leather jacket over it.

"You look hot, now let's go. And we just want you to have a nice night and probably get lucky, hm?" Zayn, his best friend, winked at him.

"What're you feeling tonight, Li? Bird or a bloke?" Harry, his other best - and gay - friend asked, green eyes intimidating.

Liam smirked. "Hm, a nice small bloke with a tight ass would be nice. Preferably innocent and a virgin,"

"You animal," both of he boys said in unison, laughing and shaking their heads.

"Well, let's go since you've got me all excited,"

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"Ni, you look so hot," Louis winked, admiring his work.

"You sure? I don't look like a cake-face?" Niall asked.

With an overdramatic gasp, the brown haired boy said, "Are you saying I look like a cake-face? Is that what you're implying?"

"No! Lou, you know I'm always jealous of you. I just usually put mascara on when I'm going out to a club or something, nothing more,"

"Babes, you look great. Look at yourself," Louis handed Niall the mirror.

Niall gasped at what he saw. He looked beautiful. He looked pretty. He looked like he could take over the world and have any guy wrapped around his finger. Which was the goal for tonight. Niall knew he could be a tease, Louis knew as well. Both of them could make any straight guy go gay for them, which has happened more than once. But they're not the bragging type.

"Let's go," Niall grinned.

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Liam was bored out of his mind. Zayn was at the bar, chatting some blonde girl up, while Harry was snogging the life out of an incredibly small feminine boy who was wearing makeup. Damn, Harry knew how to get them. The small boy had his legs wrapped around Harry's waist, hands in his long hair. The green eyed boy was literally holding him up by one arm, his large hand on the boy's large bum, while his other hand was gripping on his feathery hair.

And Liam? Well, he was sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand, doing absolutely nothing.

The music started to change and he actually liked the song, so he felt a little bit better.

"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.
I said, 'You're holding back,'
She said, 'Shut up and dance with me!'
This woman is my destiny.
She said, 'Ooh. Shut up and dance with me!'"

"Hi there," an Irish voice said.

Liam looked up to see a beautiful sight. A cute, small blonde boy with makeup on and tight booty shorts with a loose black crop top.

Holding back his smirk, Liam smiled instead. "Hi,"

"'M Niall,"

"Liam,"

"We were victims of the night.
The chemical, physical kryptonite.
Helpless to the bass and faded light.
Oh, we were born to get together,
Born to get together!"

Without a word, Niall grabbed Liam's arm and brought him to the dance floor. They stood there for a second before Niall smirked and started to dance in front of Liam, looking at him innocently.