out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 62

He laughs. "Come on, let's go." His head tilts to the side to point his head out to the door and to his white SUV. He starts the car by twisting the key in the ignition and the machine starts to roar. My favorite ever scent is flying through my nostrils and it becomes more familiar to me. I love the way it smells and the way I constantly picture Niall when I smell it.

"What?" I demand his eyes checking me out, focusing on the road, back and forth.

"Nothing, I've never really seen you like this before with tight dress revealing your private spots." He smirks trying to lock his eyes on the road.

"Or you can say you've never really seen me dressed like a slut." I snap.

"No! You look absolutely sexy, I just have to convince that no one can lay their eyes on you tonight." He grins.

"Shut up." I chuckle and take a look at my boyfriend with the baby chest hairs growing on his broad chest. He looks so hot it's irresistible not to look at.

We arrive and he parks his car on the driveway. We go inside the club without queuing on the red carpet and when we get in, all I can see is strikes of colorful lights and layers of smoke and bodies dancing through the dark room. Niall grips on our intertwined fingers and leads me to the stairs. I climb through the flight of stairs and when we get up, I take a look down on the first level and see the view of drunken souls grinding at each others body. I keep on walking, trying to keep up the pace of Niall's lead.

"Niall, how are you?!" The same accent as Niall's, screams throughout the loud hard music. He runs up to Niall and hugs him tightly. "Finally! The party is here! I miss you so much, lad!" He shouts still gripping his big tattooed arms around Niall.

"I miss you too, Harry." Niall shouts with a loud giggle escaping his lips.

I make out the vision of the guy and I can see a long curly brown haired guy, wearing a flamingo t-shirt with the upper buttons unclasped showing his broad chest covered with tattoos. He looks like a son of a rich mafia. And that he's drunk and when I get to be close with him, I can see the full romantic face of his. "And who is this?" He asks Niall and grips my shoulders with his palms.

I chuckle. "I'm Melanie, his girlf—"

"What?!" He shouts at Niall with his British accent pronounced more like 'wot' to me. I have no doubts that he's British because he doesn't have that kind of accent Niall specially has.

"I'm Niall's girlfriend." I raise my voice despite the loud house music.

"No, I know! It's just quiet odd to me for a guy like Niall would string to a girl and, to be frank, he has quiet great eyes on finding his type, though." He winks at me with his thick funny accent. "I'm Harry. I flew all the way here to see Niall and the rest of us are grabbing some drinks and chicks so, why don't you take a seat in our booth."

I nod and follow his lead. Niall cups my shoulder then sits next to me on a leather black sofa.

"So have you met the others?" Harry asks me lifting his drink with an umbrella on top of it just like in movies.

"No." I shake my head.

"Do you want some drink?" Harry calls out a waitress that is standing just outside of the booth.

"Uhm," I glance at Niall.

"Oh, I will have an Apple Martini." Niall answers, not bothering to look at the menu.

"Me too." I smile at the waitress and she walks away.

Niall puts his arms around me and smiles at me. "Who puts you into that dress?"

"You did." I chuckle.

"Seems that I'm a pervert." Niall jokingly smirks.

"Niall!" I spat his arms.

"You guys look cute together, how long have you been together?" Harry lays his back, relaxing his body against the sofa showing his tattoos almost everywhere.

"A month now." Niall answers.

Harry scoots his butt next to Niall and hugs Niall for the second time. I giggle at their bromance and their cuddly attitude. They talk and talk nonsense conversations and I don't want to interrupt their valuable time together, as the waitress comes in with the drink, I take a gulp and feels nothing but a glimpse of bliss and burn inside my throat.

"Melanie, have I told you that Niall is a sex god?" Harry jokes.

"Oh, believe me he's more than just a sex god." I remark. Niall bursts into laughter and so does Harry.

"Wey hey look who's here!" Niall raises his arms wide open to see three guys coming inside the booth. They are all covered in tattoos.