Limerence • h.s.

21.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" My fist is in the air as we cheer Niall and Frank on as they try to see who can shotgun a tall boy the fastest. Sometimes their rambunctious attitudes can be incredibly entertaining and when both of them pause to catch their breath I laugh loudly. Harry is the calmest of us, resting against the bar and watching all of us as he sips on his own drink To my surprise, they finish at the same time and both pump their chests together in celebration.

Megan and I cheer before finishing our own drinks. Frank wipes his face before bringing Megan in for a kiss. Niall looks at me, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I let out a laugh, throwing my head back. "You owe me a drink for that one," I say, making him shrug with a smile before stepping to the bar. He taps his fingers on the table and gives Harry's shoulder a smack. I stand behind Niall, Harry's knees nearly resting against my thighs from his slouched position.

I smile at him as I reach forward to rest my empty glass on the counter, leaning back and chatting with Megan while Niall orders me God knows what. Frank is dancing on his own behind us, making Megan laugh. Niall taps me on the shoulder and I turn to a pint in front of my face. "Guinness, nice touch," I say, realizing I could have guessed he drank the popular Irish beer. He gives me a wide smile before quickly dropping a shot glass into the drink. My eyes widen as I feel the weight of it in my hand.

"It's a boilermaker!" He shouts, smacking his own glass with mine before taking a large drink of it. Harry laughs at my reaction and I flip him off before Niall urges me to take a drink. I take a huge gulp, the foam settling on my top lip before I bring the glass down and wipe my mouth. To my surprise, it's actually a good drink. I like Guinness on its own, and I'm usually not a fan of whiskey, but I shoot Niall a thumbs up.

"Chug!" He yells, knocking his back quickly. I watch him chug his for a second before I shrug and begin chugging mine as well. The shot glass inside rests against my upper lip as I finish it, the four of them cheering me on as I raise the glass in the air and wipe my top lip once more as I swallow the last of it down.

"Another?" He asks, taking the empty glass from my hand. "Just a beer this time, please," I say as Megan and Frank sit down at the bar. I plop down in the seat next to Harry as Niall stands in between us. He finishes his own drink before ordering another. Megan orders another round for her and Frank and I play with the zipper of my wallet for a moment.

Just as Niall slides the beer in front of me and I take my first sip, Megan's scream catches us all off guard. For a moment I'm confused but once I hear the familiar song playing throughout the bar, I squeal with her and jump to my feet as she drags me by my wrist to the dance floor.

Last Nite by The Strokes blares through the club as we dance. With our drinks left at the bar, our hands are clasped together as our bodies move to the song. I throw my head back, my hair all over the place as we pull each other around.

Megan and I twist our bodies, everyone else around us giving us the space to act crazy. My mind is calm for the first time in hours as I let loose and move to the beat, singing the lyrics lowly to myself. Megan's hands pull me to her and we sing to one another.

"Oh, baby, I feel so down, and I don't know why! I keep walking for miles." Megan and I sing the words loudly, belting them out with our chests. Megan twirls me and I begin to move my hips with the song. Our hands disengage as we both get into the song, singing along together.

"Last night! She said!" I laugh as our faces get close to one another as we scream the song, the three boys sitting at the bar and watching us go crazy. Our backs rest against one another's for a moment as we sing and dance, my hands high in the air. We turn around to match the lyrics, facing each other again.