Deception |H.S|

Four

The body's wet from the salty sweet, dancing up against each other.
The music banging against the walls, meanwhile people were spilling they're drinks on the already sticky floor.

It was the same every time
Drinking, throwing up, more drinking, fucking their brains out in the bathroom stalls, more drinking and more throwing up.
It was an never ending cycle.

I kinda liked that it was like that.
In a way you always knew what to expect but at the same time, every new day in the club was different.

Today had been a very strange day.
First Harry started spamming me with inappropriate messages.
Then I passed out on the beach, waking up again literally on top of him.
I just wanted to be drunk ass fuck tonight, not remembering a single thing tomorrow.

As I made that goal, I threw my head back, feeling the strong liquid running down my throat.
I shot my eyes together and shook my head, not fully prepared on how strong it actually was.
The burning spread in my throat and my stomach, warming up my hole body.

I cleared my throat quickly before I repeated my movements, by taking another shot glass after another, until all seven of them where empty.

The burning took over my body making my facial expressions go crazy.

Emma and Ellie started laughing at me, knowing how much I hated vodka, while Niall's Irish laugh sounded loud through the club, making a smile appear on my lips.

We ran out on the dance floor, Niall and Harry not moving from the couches.

Our three bodies moved against each other's, the white silk material rubbing against my skin.
We bumped into everyone, dancing like teenagers getting drunk for the first time.

I stopped my dancing, looking for a way out from all the people, and over to the toilets.

"I need to go to the bathroom" I yelled to them between our laughs, and through the unhealthy loud music.

Half naked people dancing up against each other, not giving a shit about what others thought of them.

I opened the brown heavy door, opening up to the dark red bathroom.

The black toilet stalls stood in a row all the way down the wall on my right.

I looked myself in the mirror, and quickly fixed the edges of my lipstick.
After that I went towards the stalls, and looked discreetly to see if somebody else was in here.
My black high heels clicked as I walked down the shiny floor, and into the last stall at the end.

The walls of it where so close that I almost got claustrophobic, being in there.

I quickly got out again and walked up to the big mirror.
My brown hair was a bit messy, from all of the dancing, which made a lot of sense.

I separated my eyelashes and popped my lips before is pulled down my dress and tried to walk as confident out the door as possible.

"What the fuck are you talking about!!?" Spat the familiar British accent into his phone, as the door closed behind me.
He was like a meter away from me, but I still managed to notice the big vein pumping over his temple.

His black nails were digging hard into his hand, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were locked at the floor.

I hid behind a group of people not wanting him to notice me spying on him, especially not when he was this mad.

I mean he was in general kinda scary, but I couldn't even imagine how terrifying he would be when he was angry.

"Fuck sakes-" He mumbled leaving me wondering of who he was talking to.