Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

5: Always Classy, Right?

The party was only about a five minute walk from our flat, and was already booming with loud music and chattering people when we got there. Niall was first to step foot in the flat, after Harry, and saw my hesitation to walk in. I felt shaky at the idea that I would be sleeping in the same place as two boys. Two horny, sex driven, extremely sexy boys. Before I could turn around, Niall grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. 

I liked having Niall’s hand in mine, even as a friendly gesture, it felt comforting. I tend to hold people’s hands and snuggle very often, which sometimes give them the wrong impression, but that’s not my problem. 

The music was pounding and the whole bottom floor of the flat was filled with sweaty, possibly drunk, and obviously horny teens/young adults. This is my type of place. 

“Let’s go to the dance floor,” I yelled at Niall over the music. He smiled at me and followed my lead to the floor. 

We found a comfortable spot and started bouncing to the music. It didn’t take long before Niall’s hands were on my hips and my back was at his chest. I need to get drunk. 

“Logan!” Zayn called from the kitchen, as if on cue. I turned to Niall and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and apologetic smile, then ran to Zayn.

“Got the booze?” I asked the pretty boy. 

He laughed. “So Niall wasn’t lying when he said you can down some, eh?” he joked. He pulled out some whiskey and I took a glass, throwing it back, and ignoring the burning in my throat. 

“No he was not. What else did he tell you about me?” I asked as I took another down. Zayn smirked and downed one himself. I could already feel my head lightening a little; perfect. I don’t plan on getting completely white girl wasted, but definitely tipsy enough to say some great shit without regrets, and hopefully hear some from others.

“Well,” Zayn started, “he said you are at almost every party he’s been at, which is a lot. He also said you always manage to look good, which I can agree with for sure,” he winked. Don’t wink at me like that you little shit, it’s extremely sexy. To say I’m not turned on right now would be a lie. I may have only slept with one or two guys, but I swear my lady parts are just as, or more, hormonal than a literal slut. 

I leaned toward Zayn, exposing some cleavage. We faced each other, leaning on our elbows over the kitchen counter. 

“I could say the same to you,” I said, making sure he noticed me checking him out. I took another shot, determined to kiss Zayn’s lips, and needing a little extra confidence boost to do it. A smirk played on my lips as we held our intense stare. Needless to say that there was sexual tension there. I giggled and waltzed out of the kitchen, trying to look very sexy, but probably failing due to the tipsy swerve to my walk. 

As I paraded through the crowd of people, I ended up in the middle of the dance floor. I took this as an opportunity to shake my ass and go fucking nuts. So I did just that. I was shaking my ass harder than I ever knew I possibly could, and my hands roamed over my body. My eyes were closed, and my head was pounding with the bass. 

I suddenly felt a pair of big hands grab my waist, not saying a word. Mystery man, I like it. I continued my dancing and the mystery man pulled me closer to him. I felt him move my hair to one side of my neck. He brought his lips down to my ear. 

“You look so fucking hot,” said a raspy voice. I turned my head to lock eyes with green ones I knew only belonged to Harry. He slowly leaned away from me, realizing what he’d just done. I turned towards him and grabbed his hands.

“Thanks babe,” I smiled and winked. He obviously didn’t know it was me when he said it, but hey, if he said it then it’s true right? I slowly let go of his hands and continued to sway my hips to the music. I kept my eyes locked on Harry’s. He’s gorgeous. A slow smirk spread across his face, showing his dimples, then he looked at the ground and lightly chuckled before swiftly turning on one heel and walking away.