Short Stories of the Boys: One Direction

Saving Me

This is going to be a bit different then what I normally write but lets try this? Lets see if you like it, comment/ vote to let me know, please?
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Liam's view point

I sat alone on the black leather couch as the rest of the people surrounding me had what seemed to be the time of their lives. I had two bottles of beer and was nursing the third one of the night. I held it in my hand as I spun it around in its glass jar. Music was blasting so loud, I couldn't make out what the song was. Barley could I even hear my own thoughts. The club began to smell like sweat, smoke and crushed dreams, but the crushed dreams was just me smelling my own personal scent.

A man across from me had found his pleasure with a women who seemed to be a few years younger then himself. A girl to my left laid over top of the bar with men surrounding her. Her hands reaching up to grab one mans head as she arched her back to connect lips with another. She must have been putting on a show because not once for the hour and a half had I been here did they take their eyes off of her.

From the few glimpses I had seen of her, I saw that she was wearing expreamly tight, short blue jean shorts and a red laced bra. Her hair was dark brown, curled, and flying around in her face from where she kept moving to the rythm of the music. I'd be lying if I said she wasn't hot, but  a women had already caught my eye. More to say she stole my heart years ago.

Back when I was only 17. It was her first day at the high school. Knowing it had to be tough being the new girl, I showed her around. After awhile I began to catch a thing for her, however,  the feelings I had didnt seem mutural. I crushed on her all throughout high school, but never did I have a gut to tell her.

After the long time of sitting there, I decided it would be the best to go on home. Lydia, the girl I had came with would be alright considering I lost her the moment we walked into this place. Passing by each person, I held up a hand to clear a path to find the escape. Until, I felt a hard smack on my ass.

"Hey, watch where you-!" I started to hollar until I saw the brown haired girl in the red bra smile proudly behind me.

"Leaving so soon are we? Why, you didnt stop to say hello? Now, you couldnt possibly leave without saying a word to me, could you?" Her hands had roamed all over my body as she batted her eyelashes through her sparkling blue eyes.

I didnt know what to say, I had no clue who this women was, but she seemed to having a knowing of me. I wasn't in the mood to sleep with a strange girl tonight, nor was I in the mood to even touch her. Something about her remined me of Lydia, I couldnt put myself through this.

"No, I was actually about to go find the girl I brought to.."

"Oh that girl, the one you came with. She doesn't have to know. I'm good at keeping secrets. Unless.." her hands continued to roam my body, lifting my shirt to run her fingers up and down my chest. They made their way up to my pectoral muscles then back down to where my jeans met my hips. While her other hand connected to my cheek, drawling lines over my jaw line.

"..unless you wanna know my secret." She kept at it for a good few seconds. I tried to politely push her off of me only making her grip on me a bit tighter.

"Excuse me." A perky voice said harshly twords the women on me. "I dont know who you are or who you think you are, but please get off of my boyfriend."

Lydia stood as tall as she could have only being a little under four feet tall. In her white long sleeved shirt with her red skirt pulled up to her high waiste with her black stiletto heels, she squeezed her hands into a fist. I was confused on what she was saying. Matter of fact, I was shocked.