A/N: I have already failed, because the firt two ones were hard to write to with out it becoming a copy of what I've heard before. So, I'll try with this, should be easy, right?
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You put the cool glass against your lips, the liquid shooting into your mouth and down your throat. It swirls and spins, before it finally settles down, with a blurry vision as reminder of its exsistence. Turning the chair you look out over the dance floor. Short dresses, mostly black ones, dark jeans, and sneakers. You scan the crowd, the liquor getting slightly to your head.
A blonde catches your eyes. He stands with his hands in his pockets in the outer corner of the floor, together with some people you guess is his friends. His eyes goes from side to side, looking through the crowd just like you did. Something about him tell you that he wants to dance, but doesn't have anyone to dance with. Maybe it's your own head convicing you that. You jump down from your chair and start making your way to him. He looks your way just when you come with in sight.
"Hi." You smile. "Come and dance." Pulling his arm you bring him into the crowd of partying people, away from the small voice in your head screaming that it's a bad idea.
The blonde boy doesn't stop you, which you take as good sign. You turn to him, swaying to the music. He looks at you with a small smile, mimicking your moves, which encourages your to let go off some of your boundaries. The music sweeps you up, and the blonde laughs with you when you twirl around.
"What's your name?" He asks when the music lowers to change. His smile glows, and he looks much happier and excited than before. Your head is spinning, he's really cute. A name that you aren't sure if it's yours or a drink's pops up in your head.
"Georgia Rose." He smiles.
"That's beautiful name." You smile back, stepping slightly against him, but backing away when he moves closer. You try to hold back your laugh, but it falls from your lips. He smiles sheepishly. "I'm Niall."
"Nice to meet you, Niall." In the small space that you two are allowed you circle him, only once, but close enough for it to be clear what intentions are behind it. Niall swallows, keeping his eyes on the flashing white light. Your mind clears up a bit, and you laugh again when you think over what might be going on in both his head and pants. Continuing your teasing you keep your eyes on his, watching a thousand things fly by in his head.
"Can we get out of here?" Niall's voice is lower than it was earlier. You bite your lip, pretending to think even if you already know the answer.
"You can leave if you want, I wanna stay and dance." He groans, and you turn around, pretending to believe that he is going to leave. A hand grips around your wrist and turns you back to face him.
"Well, aren't you quite the tease?" He smiles, but does no move to leave you behind. You smile innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck, still moving to the song, singing along with the well overplayed lyrics. His voice follows yours, together with at least half the club, quietly, and close enough for only you to hear.
The music changes, and he spins you around, stopping you only inches from his face. You look at his lips, then you meet his eyes. With a small tug you get out of his grip, as he is far too focused on your tounge going over your lips.
"You don't play fair." He smiles, holding out his hand, other hand on his back. You laugh and take his hand.
"Neither do you." You quickly kiss his lips, catching him off guard. He looks surprised, then a smile grows on his lips. "You know, my dad's a dentist, and I'd say you would need to brush your teeth from all that alcohol." You smile, scrunching up your nose in fake disgust. He laughs, pulling you to him by your waist. Standing on your toes you kiss him again, this time much longer. His lips curves up, and you softly bite his bottom lip.
You dance for a couple songs longer, before Niall asks you if you want a drink. You nod and he leads you back to the bar. A buzzing sounds muffled in the noisy, music filled room. It's your phone, a text from your friend.
"GIRL CRISIS! Y/F/N's boyfriend cheated on her and brought the whore to her house to tell her! My place in 10!" You look up. Niall is talking to a friend at the other end of the bar. Biting your lip your guilt over your friend's misfortune wins, and you are just about to tell Niall that you are leaving when a girl comes up to him. Whoops. You leave quietly, hoping you haven't caused him any trouble.
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A/N: I know, bad excuse to get her out? Oh well.
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One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)
RandomSo I was going to try to actually make a book out of these. Update when I have time, but will try as often as possible.
