Ninas London (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 41

"I'll let you ladies off here," the driver says, pulling up to the sidewalk. "There's too much traffic to get any closer to the doors. Fabric's gonna be down the block and right around the corner."

"Thank you," Eleanor says to him, handing over the exact change and stepping out of the passenger seat. As Lauren pushes open the cab door, the cold night air hits me again. I start shivering, but it could very well be from nervousness. Out on the sidewalk, El waves me out, smiling. "You're going to have so much fun tonight!" she squeals. "I am honored to be a part of your first clubbing experience."

I giggle and nudge her as Caitlin and Lauren slide out from the back seat. They slam the door behind them and the cab is off, leaving us four freezing on the sidewalk. I pull my dress down a little to cover my shivering legs, but then the tops of my boobs get cold so I pull it back up.

"This way," El tells us, heading down the block to the corner. She leans over to whisper in my ear. "I'm just warning you now. The paps can't get in tonight but there could be tons by the line. Just keep your head down and follow me."

I nod, stomach churning. Cameras are my worst fear, but as long as we get inside quickly I'll be good. Caitlin comes up next to me and we link arms, smiling. Despite the freezing air and nervousness I have, it's nice to feel completely glamorous for a change. My self confidence is oozing in my high heels, LBD and new makeup and hair. Beside three of my flawless friends, I could never be happier.

"This way," Eleanor says, slightly tugging on my arm. She turns the corner and we all follow her, stepping into a more busy and brightly-lit street. It isn't hard to tell where Fabric is; the line of people waiting outside is huge. Girls and guys all around our ages pack the sidewalk, filling the roped-off sections and standing huddled in the cold. Everyone looks so gorgeous or handsome that for a second my esteem returns, hoping that I'll look good enough to be seen with Harry and the guys.

"Look down," El says through clenched teeth. I dip my head and through my hair spot a group of paparazzi waiting on the other side of the street, across from the building. Their cameras hang limply from their necks, waiting for someone worth photographing to walk by. They haven't recognized us yet. We all quicken our pace and El leads us briskly to the humongous line.

"Louis said he'd meet us at the door," she mumbles, looking around. I stand on my tippy toes to peek over the heads of staring girls, peeking at the front door. It's closed, guarded by multiple big men in black suits checking ID's.

"We're on a list," she complains. "But it'll take hours just to queue here!"

I sigh and scan the area. The ID checking is moving so slowly it isn't even funny. The ropes block anyone on the outside from getting to the doors. Except for a little section along the wall, where there's about three feet of space between the ropes and wall cutting in front of about fifty people. There isn't a way in from there, but it leads straight to the security guards in the front.

Hmm.

"Okay, ladies. This way." Taking a huge breath I step forward, to the little pathway behind the line I found. I squeeze in easily and turn to the others, who are staring at me with amused, shocked faces. I ignore the looks from the people in line and motion the girls over sharply. "Do you wanna get in or not?" I ask Caitlin as she follows me stifling laughter. Eleanor giggles nervously and pulls an excited Lauren behind her.

"You are freaking crazy!" Caitlin whispers fiercely. We scoot along the wall of the building, inches away from the rope. People stare at us and some even complain for cutting. I don't know if I even gave myself time to think before this, but I suck it up anyway and lead the girls along the wall.