Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Four

*Lauren's POV*

When we arrive at the club, we are escorted in by a fleet of body guards. Since all the boys are going with the exception of Niall, we have a huge group surrounding us. The pulse of the music can be heard from outside the club, and I’m already bobbing to the beat ready to dance. I am standing next to Zayn, who is staring down at his phone.

"Get off your phone and enjoy the night!" I nudge Zayn, who looks up at me and slides his phone into his back pocket.

"Sorry, I was texting Perrie." He sighs and itches the back of his neck.

We move forward following Louis into the club and towards a secluded section. I can see Harry already there, and talking to some fans who are hanging all over him. I am vaguely aware of the flashes that follow us wherever we go. I automatically feel sick to my stomach and grab Zayn's arm.

"Let's hope I have enough self control to not go crazy tonight." I yell into Zayn's ear over the music and point to Harry.

Zayn follows my direction and takes my hand, squeezing it.

"Try not to worry about it Lauren," He yells into my ear. "You know it's just to stop rumors."

I do know that, but it still bothers me. When we approach everyone gathered in the secluded section, I try not to look at Harry. Not because I was being dramatic, but because I couldn't stand watching other girls flirt with him, especially right in front of my face. I need to stop getting so jealous.  I need a drink.

I slid my long straightened hair over one shoulder and pull down my clingy dress that had edged up a little too far. I feel the vibrations of the music pulse through me and look at the crowded dance floor.

"Want to go dance?" I asked Zayn, arching an eyebrow and grinning at him.

"You know I'm not much of a dancer..." Zayn starts to say and I grab his arm.

"Bullshit!" I yell over the music. "Let's go get drinks first!" I lead Zayn over to the bar and we order some shots, throwing one down and taking a couple more.

I shiver feeling the alcohol go through my system. Teetering on my heels, I turn around to look for Harry. He is still over by the secluded section, and is talking avidly with a blonde girl who looks slightly older than us. Even buzzed, I feel like I am getting kicked in the stomach.

"I'm really a jealous person Zayn." I tell him over the music. He leans back against the bar and smirks at me confused.

"What do you mean?" He asks, sipping on a drink he just ordered.

"I need to stop being bothered by Harry talking to girls." I explain to Zayn, ordering two more shots and taking them.

Zayn's eyes widen and he holds a hand up to me. "Nothing good can come out of being jealous and wasted, slow down!" He tells me all fatherly.

I roll my eyes and grab his hand. "Come dance with me then!" I yank him towards the dance floor and pull him towards the middle of the dance floor.

 I turn my back to Zayn and start grinding on him laughing. We dance to the music and sing when we know the words. We were in hysterics trying to twerk when clearly; we both don't have the coordination. We go back to grinding and I smile glad I had a friend like Zayn to cheer me up and keep my mind occupied.


* Harrys POV*

I pose for another picture, the flash momentarily blinding me. I take a large swig of my drink, wanting to feel the alcohol in my system. I look around for Lauren and see her talking to Zayn at the bar. My pulse quickens slightly, and I look away trying to keep my focus on what the girl next to me is talking about.