Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

36: The Actual First Kiss

        

The show is over. It was amazing. We danced and screamed along with every song.

Now we're at the back exit of the stadium, where we have access to because of our backstage passes. Harry and I have agreed through our texts to meet here.

When the guys come our way, they look more handsome then ever. They've all showered, and the looks on their faces are so particular, full of adrenalin and exhilaration.

"That was amazing!" Leah squeals, and the guys grin.

"So you liked it?" Niall asks.

"Yeah, totally. I liked it when you forgot your lyrics, Liam." I say.

Liam laughs. "Yeah, that was pretty stupid."

"So, you wanna do something? Go out for drinks?" Louis suggests.

Leah and I nod. "We'd love to."

So we take a taxi to some street where we've heard are nice places to go out. It's a strange experience, being escorted by all these security people.

We go to this café where music is blasting out the speakers, and we take a table all the way in the back. Harry sits down next to me. We order cocktails just because their names sound funny, and when we've all had three, we take a shot of vodka. It's too much, we know it, but we're all laughing so much and at some point, Harry's hand finds mine under the table, and we let out hands and fingers play with each other without anyone seeing.

When we realize we've had more than enough to drink, we go out of the café, not really knowing where to go next. Louis can't really walk straight anymore, and Leah keeps stopping and sitting down in the middle of the street saying she's tired and can't walk anymore, and I have to keep pulling her up and convince her to keep walking.

Harry's arm is slung around my waist, and I don't remember how it got there. It's nice.

Then we walk past a karaoke bar.

"Oh my god, we should totally go in there!" Liam shouts.

"Nooooo! Bad idea!" I scream.

"No we really should!" Louis says.

"I'm not singing." I state.

"You are such a pussy. You have a great voice." Leah says.

"I don't!" I protest.

"Do you really?" Niall asks. Leah nods exaggeratedly, answering for me.

"We don't need to go in there." Harry says.

"Yeah, actually, we do." I say. Everyone frowns at me.

"You four are going in there and you're singing one of your own songs." I say, a challenging look in my eyes.

The boys all widen their eyes at me and start shaking their head, but Leah screams: "Yeah that would be sooo funny!"

So we practically drag them inside, go over to the computer and pick the song for them.

When the first chords fill the room, they all groan. "We really have to do this?" Liam asks.

I nod. "Yeah, you do." We push them on the stage.

The guys start singing, and after a couple lines they surrender. They stop looking at us like they hate us, and they start singing like they would do on stage at one of their shows.