Give Me Love: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen

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This chapter (and some other parts in our book) has a lot of talk about how being drunk is fun. Now since I've never been drunk idrk but I doubt being drunk is this fun (it's just for the sake of the story) and UNDERAGE DRINKING IS NOT OKAY WHATSOEVER okay so just letting you know that we don't support underage drinking AT ALL

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Chapter Nineteen:

Josie's POV:

I guess I like being wasted. Ha. This is fun.

I had a drink in one hand- what was I drinking? I don't know... Oops- and my other hand around Niall's neck, who was dancing behind me. Well, grinding. Oh, well.

This club was playing really old music. Did that matter to me? Nope. No Hands by Waka Flocka Flame started blasting through this club's speakers. Niall bent down and started reciting the words in my ear.

"Imma sip Moscato, and you gon' lose them pants," he murmured sexily, "and imma throw this money while you do it with no hands,"

I giggled stupidly at his suggestive words. Twisting around in his arms, I kissed him sloppily since, ya know, I was drunk. Whatever, he still liked it.

Anyways, we ended having a pretty heavy make out session in the middle of the dance floor. His mouth tasted gross. Like alcohol. I guess it wasn't that bad. After all, I had been drinking all night.

"I want you so bad," he growled in my ear.

"Well, come on then," I took his hand and led him through the sweaty, grinding bodies to find the rest of our friends and tell them where we were going. Harry and Paris weren't anywhere to be found, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.

I called Katie to come pick us up, although I don't remember much of the conversation. She sent Zayn instead.

"She's totally wiped from, you know, being pregnant and all," Zayn helped us into his car and drove us home.

The last thing I remember was almost-fucking my boyfriend, but we were so drunk we passed out before we could go all the way.

*****

I woke up the next morning with possibly the worst headache in the whole wide world.

Fuck alcohol. I fucking hate it.

Standing up out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom. Someone was inside? At least I think someone was. I could faint sobs through the door.

I knocked, "Who's in there?"

They didn't didn't answer they just opened the door.

Harry.

He was a mess.