Are you worth living for? (A Niall Horan One Direction Fan fiction)

Chapter 3 ~I Love This Song~

Chapter 3 ~I Love This Song~

The impact of my sandals hitting the sidewalk made soft noises as I wondered around. I didn't have a clue in hell where I was going, but do you ever really know where you're truly heading?

I don't think so.

I began to bob my head up and down to a familiar beat as I walked and soon I was humming along to a song that had started from the middle of nowhere..

What the..??

I looked to my left and saw a tall, old, brick building with a neon sign on it's front that said SIN CITY. That was the source of the music.

Before I knew what was happening my feet moved towards it, and soon I was in line for a club. Oh god.

"ID?" A burly man with multiple piercings and black clothes on asked me dominantly. I was only in high school no way in hell did I have an ID.

"Ummm.."

"She's with me Tom." a man from behind me said before he placed a hand affectionately on my shoulder.

I turned around to confront my savior and came face to face with an extremely good looking boy. He had shaggy black hair that just grazed the top of his eyes, and good lord his brown eyes were gorgeous. He was definitely in shape. I mean holy crap his biceps were like bulging out of his white t shirt.

"Oh I'm sorry Daniel, I just thought you'd be with Lindsay tonight." Tom, the bouncer said with an apologetic smile.

"No problem, just let us in so we can dance." Daniel said in his husky voice.

The velvet rope was moved and Daniel ushered me into the entry room.

"Thank you soo much." I said gratefully. Was he going to ask me to dance now? I mean he was gorgeous so I would definitely say yes.

"No big deal kiddo. Just don't get hurt tonight. Now if you'll excuse me my girlfriend is waiting." he said with a smirk before walking away.

Oh.

As I walked into the club the overwhelming odor of alcohol and body sweat hit me. I saw gyrating bodies cover the dance floor...What the hell was I doing here? I didn't belong here; I wouldn't fit in here.

I shoved through the maze of people getting pushed in the chest multiple times causing me to stop and gasp. My freaking pathetic lungs couldn't handle this. I continued moving, occasionally a drunkard or pervert would grab me in personal areas but I would jerk them off and continue on my trail.

When I finally arrived at the bar I felt violated and exhausted, but at the same time I had never felt more alive.

"What would the pretty lady like to drink?" a tattoo covered bartender asked me with a grin.

"Just a pepsi please." I shot him a shy smile and soon I was sipping on my soda. The song "Cruise" by Florida Georgia Lines began blasting through the speakers and people started grinding to the beat. I was moving my head to the music when a deep voice made me jump out of my skin.

"Well little lady why aren't you out on the floor?" I felt the man's hot breath and the hair on my neck stood on end. I slowly turned around and came face to face with a rough looking guy. He had stubble on his chin and a huge skull tattoo blossomed on his neck. His brown hair was trimmed in an emo style and a black spike was driven through his ear.....OW.

"Umm I'm not much of a dancer.... Two left feet here." I squeaked out pointing at my sandals.

"I could teach you some moves." he twirled my black locks through his fingers and I froze in terror. For some reasons I knew he was implying to more than just dancing. What had I gotten myself into?

"I'm sorry but I would like to stay right here." A patted the bar and the boy shot me a glare, but didn't stop his advances. He began to slide a hand up my leg and I couldn't help but let a shrill scream escape.

"Listen here young man, I don't want any trouble in my bar. And from what I just witnessed I can tell you are likely to cause it so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." The bartender said before placing a hand roughly on the freak's shoulder.

I felt my breathing return to normal as the boy was escorted out of the room.

"Thank you so much sir. Now can I get a refill?" I asked the same bartender. He chuckled and quickly filled my cup back up.

"Hello there darling, would you like to dance?" An irish accent floated into my ears. I was about to refuse him when I turned around... Beautiful blue eyes were looking at me in anticipation. His blonde hair was whipped into a quiff and his cheekbones were so prominent and perfect. He had plump lips that I could just suck on.... And the be honest my description didn't even give him justice.

"I would love to." I blurted before I could stop myself. He gently grabbed my waist and led me to the dance floor... And soon I was grinding against a gorgeous boy that I didn't even know.

"What's your name?!" I shouted over the loud beat.

"NIALL! What's yours?!"

"LAUREN!" I screamed giggling.

"Well Lauren, you're beautiful! I Love your hair!"  he was running his fingers through my hair as I danced against him. My hair that would soon be gone..... No don't think about that.

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!" I shouted as 'Fuck you over' by The Summer Set came over the speakers.

"ME TOO!" Niall shouted before he began singing.

"Said that I'm a douchebag, won't call back.

The worst hangover you've ever had.

Felt so good at first, you knew that it could never last.

Wanna wash the dirt off my hands, wanna get this all off my chest.

But I'm no good at saying sorry, whoa oh!" He began laughing loudly as I sang the course.

"I didn't mean to fuck you over!

I just want to have some fun,

We can rock the world tonight and no it doesn't have to be love,

I didn't want to hurt nobody! I'm a throw my white flag up!

We can rock the world tonight and no it doesn't have to be love!"

"Wow you're good!" Niall complimented me and I blushed.

"Shut up you're phenomenal!" I countered, he really was. Like he really sounded like an angel.

I danced against Niall for hours. Occasionally stopping to bite his neck or kiss his cheek. I would rub my hands all over him and he mirrored my actions. I felt adrenaline running through my body and I loved it...... This was amazing.

After we had finished dancing we had decided to get a drink. I sat at the bar covered in sweat and exhausted. Niall was right beside me.

"I haven't had that much fun in ages... Not since my mate Louis and I rode Vespa's into a movie theater." his accent made butterflies erupt inside me.

"I had such a great time Niall, thank you." I said, biting my lip nervously.

"Oi! Lauren don't do that it turns me on!" He complained and an embarrassed giggle escaped me.

This was perfect... I looked at my phone and saw that I had 67 missed calls from my parents.

Awh shit.

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                                                                                      xoxo, Rachel