Rosey's POV
By midnight we were all totally smashed.
Oh Well.
"Whos got any crayons?" I piped up, playing with a napkin.
"Obama does!" Niall shouted.
"I keep some in my pillow case, with the.. the pepperoni" Harry said, lifting up his hands and staring at them in amazment. I heard Sobbing from behind Louis
"Zayn, Mate why are you crying?" Louis whispered to Zayns nose, loud enough for us to hear.
"I ju-just really love y-you guys" He sniffed, crying harder.
"I love you too buddy" Liam smiled, hugging Louis.
"Lets go dance guys, woo go America!" Ally screamed, grabbing a crying Zayn and a soppy Liam, who had no intention on letting go of Louis anytime soon. So the four of them made their way over to the dance floor.
"I'm gonna go find the fairies" Niall told us, being dead serious.
"Okay Marge" I yawned.
"I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.." Niall chanted, walking off somewhere
"That just leaves me, you and a lot of time to fill" Harry winked at me.
"Really? What about the wizard in the corner." I pointed to a man in his 40s (I think) dancing with a shorter girl. "And his elf"
"Santa has elves baby" Harry whispered in my ear
"Santas fat." I stated bluntly "I'm fat Harry. I'm a whale" I burst into sobs the moment i said whale.
"I like whales" Harry threw his arms around me, His curls tickling my bare neck.
"I like your dress Harry" I mumbled.
"I like your dress, it would look better on my floor though, if I were being honest" He then looked me in the eyes, His green ones brighter than ever. His long arms snaked around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. "And you should know, that I dont lie" He whispered seductivley, pressing my forehead to his. His alchohol induced breath tickled my cheeks.
"I dont like you" I told him. "And you have a girlfriend".
"And I dont care" He retorted, attatching his lips to mine. It turned into a heated snog pretty quickly. Then the stupid idiot slipped his tounge in my mouth.
So I bit it.
He took it the wrong way, thinking that I bit him because I LIKE his tounge. Dont get me wrong, I like his tounge but,
It all went down hill from there.
Lets just say, He can carry a girl up a flight of stairs, into a lift, through a door, onto a bed and undo a dress zip in lightning speed
He wasn't lying, My bra really did look better on his floor.
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Daydreamer. (A Niall Horan fanfiction)
FanfictionMeet Ally and Rosey. Just two normal girls from a little town in Ireland? Not anymore. With Ally being a Rising Pop star, and Rosey being her crazy bestfriend, life at the moment is treating the girls pretty well. And as you can imagine, when One D...
