Sweet Mistake

Oh hell no

Annabelle's POV

Eleanor and I pulled up to the club. Like in Thrift Shop by Macklemore. I pull up to the club like aye I got a big cock! Okay, let's not. Inappropriate! Bad Annabelle. Stop fucking talking to yourself. I'm such a loser. Okay knock it off. Seriously. Archelli's sheets piiiiissssssssss! Okay we're done here.

"You excited?" Eleanor grabbed my arm breaking my mental argument.

"Yeah, except I can't even dance with Harry." I sighed.

"You be all grinding up on Zayn." She teased making grinding motions.

"El, don't ever do that again. Please. For my sanity, and the seat's sanity." She just laughed and pulled me out of the car. We walked inside and it was packed. There were people everywhere you looked. We walked over to the bar and got a couple drinks. Mine being a martini with an olive. Am i not allowed to be fancy? Screw being trashy. I'm a lady. We stood there and chatted while sipping on our drinks and waited for the boys.

"Hey baby what do you say about me getting you wasted and us heading to your place?" I deep voice said behind me. I didn't even turn around.

"Listen creep, I don't want anything to do with you and your nasty ways of proving you are not a homosexual even though you clearly are. Now stop hitting on innocent women and go creep up on some guy in tight jeans that you'll have trouble getting him out of at the end of the night, okay?" I slowly turned around to meet the man's face to give him a bitchy look. But when I faced him Harry was standing there looking shocked and the boys were behind him cracking up.

"Damn Annabelle, you're mean!" Louis laughed hysterically walking over to Eleanor's side.

"Tell me about it!" Liam wheezed from laughing so hard. My cheeks turned scarlet. Harry continued standing there looking petrified and made an "oi" sound.

"I didn't know it was you!" I couldn't help but join in the giggles. I hugged Harry tightly and he hugged me back.

"I bet you're sure glad she knows you!" Zayn added in ordering a drink.

"I can't believe my own girlfriend just told me to find a homosexual man to have intercourse with." Harry said jokingly.

"Guess she doesn't like ya' anymore mate!" Niall was still laughing.

"I know, she's leaving me for Zayn. Oh the heart break!" He leaned back putting his hand on his forehead.

"You drama queen." I chuckled and Zayn came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "What are you-"

"Paps." He cut me off whispering in my ear. I looked over at the entrance and saw paparazzi standing there with their cameras. Does this ever end? I just want to kiss my ACTUAL boyfriend in public without bitches taking pictures. Is that too much to ask? Really? I saw them make their way over to us. I groaned and turned around facing Zayn leaning against the bar. The paps made it to where we were standing and we all looked at them. There were three here. Two men and a woman. The men were scrawny and the woman had glasses. They looked so innocent.

"O-One Direction?" One of the men stuttered.

"That's us." Liam raised his hand.

"C-Can we ask a couple questions?" The woman snorted and pushed her glasses up.

"Actually we just kind of want to enjoy our night if that's not to much to ask?" Harry looked at them sympathetically.

"Okay that's understandable." The last one finished. They all scurried off and disappeared. We shrugged it off.

"Well now that they're gone, if you don't mind Zayn, I would like my beautiful girl back." Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. Zayn raised his hands in defense.