1D bromance one shots!

Nouis-Alcohol Courage

This is something that Was prompted by a TV show. It's not really like the TV show, but it has the sort of background of it, as their in a club, dude dancing, other dude keeps watching him every night...blah blah blah... I actually wrote this at like 12am.... Sleep deprevision! Is that how you spell it? I'm a sucky speller... This  is a little long. Hope you like it!
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Niall's POV

The lights were dim, the music vibrating the floor and echoing through the room. I tried to keep my gaze on the floor but my eyes always found the boy as they always did every night. A hand in his hair, hips swinging gracefully, smirking lazily. I bit my bottom lip, watching the boy dance. Liam appeared beside me,grinning cheekily.

"Staring at him again, aren't we? Stalker." he joked. I jumped, spilling my drink on the counter.
"No...." I lied, a blush creeping up my cheeks. Liam just laughed harder at that. "You made me lose my drink, mate..."
"So your eyes were just staring at his ass in a coincidence?" Liam asked, ignoring what I said about my drink.
"Leave him alone, Li." Zayn came up behind him, smiling, obviously finding my embarassment hilarious."I mean, it is his first obsession."
"I'm not obsessed!"
"Right, so you just drag us to this damn club every night because the booze is great."

"I think you'll find that the alcohol is at premium standards here." Harry interrupted before I could snap at Zayn.Liam and Zayn both spun around to look at the curly-haired bartender. A massive smile broke out on Liam's fce when he saw Harry. "Harry!" Zayn yelled. Liam leaned over the counter and kissed his boyfriend's cheek, then sat down on the stool in front of the bar, his elbows resting on the bar.

"And they say I'm obsessed." I mumbled.
What was that, Nialler?" Harry said menacingly while Liam glared at me, daring me to say another word.

"Nothing. Nothing. Can I get another one, seeing as your boyfriend spilled mine?"
"Tryin' to get drunk, now, are we Horan/" Harry smirked, pulling a bottle of beer from under the bar and setting it in front of me.

"Liquid courage is what the call it, correct?" I joked, downing the beer. Lam stared at me in shock.
"You don't mean-" He started.
"You're gonna-" Zayn bean.
Yep." I said firmly, my mind starting to fog from the beer.

"Oh my god! I'm so proud of you!" Liam shouted, pulling me in for a hug.
"Look, Li! Our little Nialler is growing up!" Zayn joked. I grunted  at him.
"Never thought this day would come. We thought we'd have to spend the rest of our lives stuck in a club with just you guys as company. I still shudder at the thought." Zayn joked, nudging Liam, who nodded.

"He loves us, really." Harry teased. "But who the hell are you talking about?"
"Dancer boy over there, Niall's been stalking him for weeks on end, hence why we've had the pleasure of spending time with you, dear Harold." Zayn said, smirking. Harry leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar.
"Oh, the plesures all mine." He said seductively, his eyes flickering to Liam, who in turn, winked at him. Zayn looked a little uncomfortable and stood up. "Back later, lovebirds. Get in there, Nialler."
 and left, walking towards a blonde girl. I laughed at his awkwardness around Li and Haz.

"Another." I said, slamming the empty bottle on the counter. Harry chuckled. "His names Louis." he said. I looked at him, confused. "What?" "Dancer boy. His name's Louis. He's my flatmate and a really good friend of mine."
I looked at him, suspicious. "Not THAT way. I've got LiLi here." Harry said, winking at Liam, who smiled.

"He's a strange guy. Always hyper and jumping around. When he comes here, he becomes really flirtacious. Always flirting with guys, dancing with them."

I turned to look at Louis and I froze when our eyes met.He smirked and blew me a kiss, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers, before he went back to dancing with the boy he was with at the moment. I felt the color drain from my face as Louis kept looking over at me while he danced. I bit my lip and made a choking sound. Harry laughed. "He talks about you a lot. Asks a lot." Harry said, resting his chin in his hands and grinned at the midly drunk older lad in front of him.
"Really?" I asked, my voice showing how interested I was.
"He refers to you as the sexy guy who's always staring at him."
Sexy guy. I like it. I thought. "I can work with that." I said, nodding, gesturing for Harry to continue.