Sex, money, and drugs.
When she becomes apart of a band that her brother was in, she slowly begins to realize why exactly she didn't like to fall into a group due to distant association.
The longer she stays, the more she realizes that everything se...
No more excuses, you always do this I know what I want, I know what I want No more excuses, no more excuses Shawty I want, shawty I want Whatever you want, whatever you want
In for it- Tory Lanez
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(This was quick so it's a bit bad but...)
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I don't know what I expect when they said club, but I can safely say I didn't expect this.
The club was jammed-packed with many people, but that didn't take away from the scenery of the club. As I follow behind Niall, passing by many unknown faces and bumping into many unknown bodies as Niall slips through the cracks as if he knew this club like the back of his hand.
There was a bar towards the entrance, but we already passed it. Along with black lights and red lights illuminating the whole club, keeping it dark yet light enough to see the subtle reflections of any light colors in the club. The dance floor we were passing through was huge, music blaring through the speakers mounted onto walls, a stage where I'm guessing performers come and play, and many large tables scattered across the floor.
But this was just the lower level we were passing through, there was also an upstairs. Which is where we would be going because it was the V.I.P section. And as we all got to talking in the limo, Niall had said there was also a bar upstairs. But how the upstairs was set up, it overlooked everything at the bottom layer of the club.
Niall's head turned back, flashing a quick glance to me before looking behind me to make sure everyone was following. Niall wasn't the one leading the way, I'm certain Iann and Liam were in front of him, but Harry was behind me and Zayn was behind him along with Louis.
Niall's head turn back to face forward after he saw everyone was still following. And we already began to start the walk up the stairs. Well, Iann did since he was the one in the very front, but it was a surprisingly short timeframe to get from the large crowded dance floor to the less crowded area's the held tables, private rooms with curtains blocking them out, and many well-dressed people crowding them.
