Incognito (One Direction)

Chapter 19

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The music was loud and thrumming. Everything was pumping throughout her body. The music was vibrating throughout Eliza. Her eyes were closed and she could feel the alcohol mixing into her blood system.

Her hands ran through her temples, in an attempt to get the hair away from her face. Eliza was drenched in sweat and drinks.

The boys immediately got a table, with them being who they were. She didn’t want to just sit around.

They ordered one round of drinks. She got some 151 in her system. With the lemon still in her mouth, she went down onto the dance floor without telling them. They saw her leave. They knew where she was. Paul had four bodyguards go along with them, so it wasn’t like they were in harms way.

Zayn had followed her into the crowd though, and easily got close with her. She handed him one of those translucent things she had.

He was right behind her, and her hand was sliding down his neck, and she kept her body moving to the beat of the music.

The drug mingling with the alcohol was doing wonders to her senses. Zayn’s touch felt good. If he was thinking about that secret girlfriend of his, he sure didn’t look like it, since he had his lips on the space between her neck and shoulder.

He had to raise his voice so that she could hear him over the music.

“Aren’t you of all people going to tell me off?”

“Why?” she said, not even bothering to wonder why he was even talking.

“I’m still with Perrie remember?” he said, looking like he wasn’t even concerned if anyone found out.

She was him and put her lips close to his ear. “I honestly don’t give a fuck about Perrie or if she even cares, which she most likely doesn’t.”

“That stuff you got is sick,” Zayn said, grazing his fingers on her arm. “Want to get out of here?”

She laughed. “It’s too early for that.”

She made her way through the crowd so that she could get to the bar. She didn’t like getting mixed up with people she worked with, even if it wasn’t anything serious. It happened once and it didn’t end very well. Zayn would be reliable in a sense that he wouldn’t think anything of it if something happened tonight, since he was from a boy band and he alternated through girls like he was changing clothes.

Eliza just didn’t like mixing business with pleasure, and Zayn was too much of an easy target.

There were plenty of girls by the bar that were hardly in any clothes. The bartender wasn’t even paying anyone of them any particular attention. Eliza observed his demeanor and made a quick profile of him from assumptions.

She saw a guy beside her and took his arm and said, “Could you do a favor for me so we can both get a drink?”

The guy gave her one glance and grinned. He didn’t need to do any work, since a girl went for him instead. Why turn down that offer? “We can give each other favors.”

“That bartender is gay,” she said, pointing to the one that was closest to them. “Get his attention and we’ll have our drinks.”

The guy raised his eyebrow, but did as she said. He acted in a way he probably would if he was talking up a girl, and it was pretty good, aside from some of the cheesy cliché lines. They did get their drinks anyway, with Eliza ending up with a A Hole in One, and the guy with some bourbon.

“How’d you know he was gay?” the guy shouted, since the music had gone up.

“I just guessed!” she shouted back, smiling smugly. “What’s your name?”

“Enzo,” he said. “Yours?”

“Liz,” she said, smiling and assessing whether or not she was planning to stick to one or maybe move on after talking to this one for a bit. She found it a bit funny how she used her real name to people who she would never see again.

He was of slight build, one of those men who didn’t get fat, but worked out anyway. Enzo was tall, and that was nice. Other than those significant features, there really wasn’t anything else remarkable about him. He had that generic face that could be interchanged with anyone.

“You want a dance, Liz?” he asked, jutting his head in the throng of people.

She was aching to be surrounded in writhing bodies. One warm one dancing specifically for her was even more desirable. She grinned and held his hand. Eliza felt a little smug. She still hadn’t lost her game. She hadn’t tried anything since the last time she went wild, which was back in Hong Kong. That had been a few months ago, right before she flew to London to speak with Simon.

A few minutes into it, his hands were around her waist and he was pressing her to him in a sort of possessive way.

Her head felt like it had drums inside that kept beating. She loved how reckless she was feeling. She felt warm all over, because of the added alcohol. Her eyes just glanced at the VIP section, where she knew the boys would still be. The bodyguards wouldn’t keep them too far away in their sights.

Enzo’s hand crept up her shirt to grab the skin of her waist. She turned around and raised her head. He got the message quick, as he went in and put his lips to hers.

He tasted like cigarettes and obviously, bourbon.

Eliza was definitely buzzing right now. The laser lights were starting to hurt her eyes. Everything felt nice though. He even smelled good, which was sort of weird. She expected him to just smell like that smelly sort of sweat that guys had.

He edged her slowly off the dance floor so that they could get to where the sofas were. Enzo apparently had a VIP table as well.

Eliza contained her laughter as she locked eye contact with some of the lads. They didn’t seem to realize that they weren’t the only ones who were able to hook people easily.

It was quieter here.

“If you had a table, then why did you have to go over to the bar for a drink?” Eliza asked, sitting down on a couch and facing him.

“All the good-looking girls will be there,” he said simply. It wasn’t even a pick-up line. He was just stating it, as if it was obvious. “You didn’t come here with anyone?”

She pointed her head in the general direction of where the boys were. They were still giving a few looks her way.

Enzo raised his eyebrows. “All boys?”

“I don’t really think that’s going to worry you,” she said.

“Not really,” he said, grinning smugly. “There must be something wrong with them if you left them.”

“Or maybe it’s the other way around,” she said, leaning forward and distracting him again. She really didn’t want to think about the boys right now. She was constantly worrying about them and this was one the only time she would get the luxury.

“Let’s get another drink.”