This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 28

Cleo's P.O.V

Niall parks the car in the spot on the left of Lana's car. Macie starts dancing in the parking lot because she can hear the music from outside and Diana is telling us to hurry and get out of the car. Niall gets out then comes around to my side and opens my door.

We go inside and Niall instantly snakes his right hand around my waist.

"Logan!" Diana yells. She gestures for him to come closer to us. Logan says hi to us and buys him and Diana shots of tequila. A muscular tan guy comes up behind Macie and puts his index finger over his lips signaling for us not to make it obvious that he was behind her. He puts his hands over Macie's eyes making her sight go black.

"Who is this?!" Macie says getting freaked out. She then gets turned around by the buff guy and he kisses her.  

"Tyler!" She says wrapping her arms around his neck and they randomly begin their heated make out session.

"Get a room." Lana says to them.

"Get a boyfriend." Macie replies simply raising her eyebrows into a smirk.

Niall and I are on the dance floor dancing. I keep laughing because Niall is a funny halfway drunk person. He keeps singing the songs that they're playing on his beer pretending it's a microphone. Someone grabs me from behind by my waist pulling me away from Niall, making my eyes enlarge dramatically, but I reach my arms out and fist my hands onto the fabric of Niall's shirt to bring myself closer to him. Niall snaps back into reality and yanks me in by my waist, winning the tug-of-war battle with whomever grabbed my waist. I stumble into Niall.

"Niall stop it!" I say turning around, but no one was there. Whenever Niall tugged me into him he spilled some of his beer on me by accident.

"Sorry babe, I'll get it." He was genuinely sorry at first then began to smirk once he realized he spilled it on my chest. Niall gets his left hand and brings it up to swipe across my chest. He was drunk, so he thought that by him rubbing my boobs was going to make the beer go away.

We go back to the booth and Niall orders 6 shots of Vodka. The bartender brings them over to us and drops a wink at Niall, but he's too drunk to even notice. More alcohol is the last thing Niall needs right now, but he splits the shots with me.

"I only want two." I inform Niall. He nods and gives me two, leaving himself with four. We grab our shot glass and touch them in the air making a clinking noise. Niall counts to three then we quickly tilt our heads back, downing the alcohol. It burns my throat so I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. We repeat it again, but Niall does it more because he had more than I did.

As soon as I get up to clear off our table by returning the shot glasses to the bar. On my way back to the table, Niall is already standing up walking towards me. He grabs my hand and heads out on the dance floor. I spot Macie and Diana with their dates. Then I see Lana with the same guy that she was dancing with earlier. They gesture for us to meet in the middle.

We all dance with our dates. I didn't want to grind on Niall in front of everyone. Niall puts his hands on either side of my waist, lowering them down and guiding my hips to the beat of the music. He pulls my hips closer into the front of his pants. I can feel his bulge because we're grinding so hard.

Once I notice how intimate the other girls are dancing in the clubI I suddenly stop caring. I close my eyes shut and feel the music. My right arm goes up and my hand finds it's way to the back of Niall's neck. I lean my head to the left on Niall and he places his head on the right side of my neck, leaving kisses everywhere and sucking.

My eyes open, still dancing with Niall, I look around for the rest of the girls. I looked for her date and saw him talking to a bald guy with a full beard. They were looking down. They looked up at the exact same and I see someone that I was absolutely terrified of. My uncle.

"Niall, I want to leave." I turn around looking at Niall, but his eyes are swirling.

"Babe, just dance and relax for a bit. You're so serious and uptight about everything, just have fun, okay?"

"No! Not okay, I said I'm ready to go!" Now I'm mad. I am not uptight.