Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Twenty-One!

A/N: I decided to be nice and update a bit early since I'm going out of town this weekend :P

Thank you for all the ideas of the 'contest', it helped me know what to write next xD

Oh, and I just got a Mac, and I'm trying to figure out how to use it with documents and such still, so it might take a bit for another update past the next one (: 

Anyways, enjoy, leave a comment, rate, and tell me whatchu think :D

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“Are you sure these disguises will work?”  I mutter, combing my small mustache and glancing over at the other boys in their ridiculous outfits.  Louis is dressed in a full-blown cowboy outfit.  Complete with the large boots that have the spikey heels, a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, some ripped, dirty jeans, and huge yellow straw hat.  Zayn took the opportunity to dress as a girl, yet again, with a blonde shoulder length wig, white flats, and a long white, flowing dress that showed a bit of cleavage and a lot of shoulder.  He looked pretty hot for a girl if I must say so myself.  Harry decided to straighten his hair and dress like some sort of athlete.  Wearing a blue and white striped headband, neon green with stripes of neon orange running Nike shoes, really short blue sports shorts, and a black Nike “Just Do It” shirt, he seemed to fit the part of a trainer or athlete.  Liam just wore regular street clothes.  A black tanktop with the London flag on it, casual black and grey shoes, and a holey grey pair of skinny jeans, along with a long brown fake beard attached to his chin so he could join in on the ‘disguises’.  The boys all decided they were in charge of dressing me up, so I ended up with my hair in a ponytail under a white and black striped snapback, a snugly fit white v-neck, a stick-on squirrel-sized fuzzy black mustache, and purple skinny jeans.  Their fashion sense is either very off or they enjoy embarrassing me, anyway, we all look ridiculous nonetheless.

            "I’d say so.”  Lou fakes an awful southern accent, tipping his hat towards me as he leads our group into the bar.  After researching online, Zayn had decided this bar deemed best fit for our ‘celebration’ of Harry and I being friends again.

           “I’ll be the designated driver.”  Liam sighs, following behind me and letting the door shut as the bell rings above it.  The bartender yells something inaudible over the blaring music from the DJ across the floor.  As we cross the crowded, hot room in search for a table, the endless looks of “what the fu-“ follow us around as we walk.

           “Or we could call a taxi, if you wanted to get a drink.”  I poke Liam’s chest and he shrugs.

           “Not really in the mood to drink tonight, you know how shit-headed I get when I’m drunk.”  His cheeks flush embarrassingly bright red as he refers to the night before.  “Besides, we have our only car on the island parked outside; we can’t just leave it here.”  I shrug and agree silently, sliding into the torn, red ‘leather’ booth Louis managed to find available.

           “Alright,”  Zayn yells over the music, “drinks or dancing first?”

           “Drinks!”  Harry and Louis chorus.  Zayn glances at me and I shrug, going with the flow.

           “Liam, you getting anything?”  Again, Liam shrugs.

           “Nah, not tonight.”  Zayn elbows Liam in the shoulder.

           “Come on, one drink?  It’s to celebrate!”  Liam sighs and shakes his head no.

           “Not tonight Zayn.”  Zayn pokes out his bottom lip and whines.