The Boy With The Blue Eyes [Louis Tomlinson Story AU]

Chapter 21

Louis

     When I woke up from my postition passed out in my bestfriend's lap, I noticed it was late. The boys were either not coming, or had already been here and gone. I was beyond frustrated at the moment. What was i supposed to do ? It wasn't like I could just snap my fingers and everything would be okay, or use my exstensive bank account to pay mother nature to reverse everything. Why did everything have to happen at once though ? Just when I was really getting to the peak in my life, where everything was coming together, this comes and hits me square in the chest. But maybe it's a good thing, maybe I'll get some closure from it.Closure or not, I stood and grabbed my coat and the car keys.

    By the time I pulled up to the club, the music was already pulsing so loud, the whole building seemed to shake. Perfect. Walking to the front of the line, I flashed the Security my black card, and walked in free of waiting in line. I immediately headed for the reason I came, flopping down on a bar stool, running my hands over my face. The bartender idled over to me, passing out drinks on the way.

    "What can I get ya, Son?" Irish. reminds me of Niall. No wonder he works in a bar. I internally smirked, then returned to the current situation, and looked the man in the eye. I knew my own Blue ones must have looked torn. Between leaving and being responsible, and the stabbing feelings that were brought back by Alice's memory. So I did what Niall does best.

     "I need to forget." He eyed me suspiciously, but didn't object after I flashed him my ID and Black card for the club. He set ten shot glasses in front of me, in a line. He filled each of them with hardly half an inch of a clear, vile smelling liquid.

     "This one," he pointed to the one on the farthest left end, "will taste like swallowing nails. But by the time you get to this one," he tapped the one at the opposite end, "it will taste like nothing has ever tasted before," he grinned at me then left, tending to another slurring man down the wooden table top.

      I knew I wanted to forget, but how bad did I want to? I consider this as I took shot-glass after shot-glass of the terrible drink, looking out at the dance floor. Eventually, the strobe lights, the colored beams, the people, they all became blurred together, hardly moving at a snail's pace. I didn't think of Alice, I didn't think of my responsibilities, I didn't think at all. My head was filled with pounding music, blurriness, and whatever drink the Irishman gave me. I stood, considerably steady for someone as drunk as me, and made my way over to the crowded mass of people. Dancing sounded fun.

      I slid through bodies smashed together, pressing closer and closer in the deeper I moved into the chaos. But I pushed through until I was in the middle. The middle of all this chaos, not the eye of the storm, where it was calm and peaceful. I was in the heart of the storm. And I liked it. Bodies from all sides pushed against mine, moving to the music. I spotted a girl, maybe three or four years younger than me, looking intensely at me. But tonight, I was confident, and not freaked out or bothered as I normally would be. I was ready to forget.

      I smirked in her direction, and watched her easily maneuver through the bodies until she was right in front of me. Her face was a tad blurry in my drunken eyes, but she was pretty. All curly hair, and bright eyes. Large breasts and an excellent bum was what pushed me to drag her by the waist to collide into my body, though. Then we danced. We danced until the sweat was pouring down our foreheads, mixing with the smell of my toxic breath, and the sweat of other bodies pushed into too close positions. Yet, I still didn't stop.

    "Wanna go somewhere?" The girl was on her tiptoes, whispering seductively into my ear. Oh boy would I. The more we danced, the more beautiful she had seemed to me. I was hyped up, and my drunkenness wasn't wearing off anytime soon, so I pulled her by her hand, dragging us from the club. The club wasn't very far from Harry and I's flat, so I just left my car, and lead the girl.