The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Twelve: Advantage

Chapter Twelve: Advantage

**Liam's POV**

My head is spinning with drinks. I'm not much of a drinker so every ounce of liquor I put in my body in the last couple hours count. I feel dizzy and disoriented. I can't even figure out which way is up from the floor. 

"Liammm," someone giggles and I feel their body press up against mine. I'm surrounded by people, loud music blasting around us. When did I get off the floor? Who was I dancing with? 

"Liammm," another voice says and there's a hand on my bum. Woah, that's my property.

I chuckle though because the feeling is foreign and weird. I spin whoever is in front of me so that they're facing me. Lilah, i recognize as soon as her face looks up at me. She's got this weird dopey smile on her face and I bet she drank twice as much as me, especially judging by the way she sways to the wrong beat. 

I don't remember the entire reason I got completely head over heals drunk, but I'm pretty positive it was from the phone call from Danielle. She kept saying something about not being able to come out to LA because she had family issues. We both knew it was because she was really considering her life with me. I bet she just used me the entire time for fame! 

Yeah that was it. That was the reason. I bet five hundred pounds that that's the reason.

"Why are you giggling silly boy?" Lilah slurs happily, staring up at me. I grab her waist and spin her with the music. 

"No more Danielle. No more problems. Happy Liam!" I dip her backwards. My stomach clutches and I feel like I might puke. Better not do that move again. 

"Oh good! Cause I really like youuu," Lilah slurs and wraps her arms around my neck. She's wasted. 

The music gets louder and I feel it with every cell in my body. The drinks, the party, the whole college experience. This is beautiful. I could cry in a corner for days from how great this is. Forget Danielle, I don't need her. I can be happy without her! Yeah! That's it. Maybe I'll date someone in LA. Maybe I'll meet someone who makes me even more happy than Danielle did. 

"Liam, spin me again! I like spinning. When I was little I wanted to be a ballerina, but everyone said I was too fat to be one. So I joined soccer. Do you think I'm fat?! OOOO CHOCOLATE!" Lilah suddenly runs out of my arms and heads towards the giant table near the dj. I giggle at the blond, green eyed girl. She was a very interesting person when completely drunk out of her mind. 

A tall guy steps up to me suddenly and I feel weird not dancing in the middle of the giant mob of people. "Can I help you?" I ask the tall curly haired stranger. I've never seen this guy in my life. Was he going to hit on me?! 

He grins suddenly revealing a perfect set of teeth. I squint at him. He seems really familiar. "Just to let you know, I've known Lilah for the longest time. I know that she gets really....out of hand when drunk and I'm warning you right now Liam of One Direction. You better not take advantage of her. She goes through phases of being drunk and her hangovers are even worse. If she realizes she did someone she isn't one hundred percent okay with, she's going to be devastated by morning. My advice would to just keep your superstar hands off of her. Got it?" He speaks rapidly to me and my muddled mind has to work fifty times harder just to understand everything he's saying.

What I picked up was "don't touch Lilah" and "gets really emotional afterwards, before, during, and everything after that." I'm pretty sure that's a good summary of the guy's dreadful monologue. Who was this guy anyways? Her  security guard? Her brother? Her boyfriend? 

"Whatever you say mate. I'll keep these paws to myself," I giggle and raise my hands at him. I never realized how strange my hands look at this angle. Maybe it's just a couple fingers are bigger than normal. What if something was happening to my fingers! Oh my god!