"Go, go, go!" Your friends shout as you chug down your drink. You slam the glass on the bar with a smile, and wipe your lips with the back of your hand, as the other two laughs and applauds.
"Way to go, Y/N!" Y/F/N cheers, smiling.
You had meant to stay at home, just watch some movie with a bag of popcorn as company, but your friends had other plans. They showed up outside your door, pushing their way in before you had a chance to protest. Your living room got temporarily turned into a dressing room as they dragged everything you owned out off your closet, holding them up against your body, before throwing it back in the pile on the couch. Then they fixed your makeup and hair, before pulling you with them to the car. About halfway to the place you agreed to that sitting inside all night maybe wasn't the best way to spend a free Saturday night.
As you now look out over the crowd you notice a boy standing by the opposite wall. His arms crossed over his chest as he leans back against an old jukebox that stands there for some reason. The neon light glows faintly up his features, leaving some parts to shadow. Dark eyes, light hair, stubble covering his cheeks, and a black jacket over his big torso.
"Who's that?" You ask, slightly out of breath. Your friends turn to look in the way your gaze goes.
"That guy?" Y/F/N asks. "No, stay away from him." Confused you look from the boy, who gives you a quick look to then look in front of him again, to your friend.
"What, why?" Y/F/N shakes her head.
"He's, like a bad boy." She turns you around so you can't look at him. You turn back around, meeting his eyes.
"LIKE a bad boy? So, he's not an actual bad boy?" The boy chuckles, the shadows moving around his face, and you can't help biting your lip. His eyes shift focus, to the door, and your friends pulls you out off trance.
"He's toxic." Y/F/N explains, accepting the drink from the bartender. "It's hard to get out." You look back at him.
"And you know from experience?" You take the drink from her, taking a sip. She shakes her head to answer your question, taking the drink back, doing the same.
"Just word." You look back at him. He's looking at those dancing.
"I think I can change him." Jumping down from your stool you leave your friends, eyes glued to the boy, as you push your way between dancers.
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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.
