Closer

Losing it

The walls were lined with those who were so gone they needed to lean against something in order to stand. The air was filled with sweat mingling with alcohol as the dj left out banger after banger. Just your typical Saturday night out really.
I sipped my pint, trying to avoid looking at Stan sucking the face off of some poor girl that probably thinks they have something going on but Stan isn't like that. He prefers to keep it Short and sweet.
As the kids got more and more heated I decided that a stronger drink was definitely in order so I got up, took a minute to retain whatever balance I had left and strolled out to the bar, weaving in and out of all kinds of people.
"Two jägerbombs please."
"Do you have ID?"
I whipped out my fake ID and let him examine it before he hesitantly handed it back and started pouring the Jäger. The best £25 I ever spent in my life has to be on that fake ID.
Just as the shots were put on the counter a familiar enough looking lad shot his hand out to the barman, making me jump in surprise.
"My round yeah?"
The music thankfully muffled my weird shocked noises that resembled a blue whales mating call.
"If you don't mind that is.." He added, sensing my shock but who am I to refuse free alcohol?
"You really don't have to do that, I can pay for myself"
"Too late.." He shrugged while exchanging cash with the barman.
"Cheers!" And with that he handed me one glass and we both just casually downed the sweet yet sickly concoction.
"I never got your name"
"It's Louis. Louis Tomlinson. I think I've seen you around at school have I?"
"Zayn. Zayn malik. And yeah you probably have, it wouldn't really surprise me if I'm honest"
That's how we spent the next few hours, just chatting, sipping drinks, doing shots and even playing a bit of tonsil tennis but nothing serious. He's just a guy at a bar. We mightn't even see each other again after this.
"Excuse me you think britains got talent is better than the xfactor? Are you for real? Do you even own a tv? That's a f*cking disgrace lad!"
"Calm your tits Louis! You'd swear you were Simon Cowell or something!"
"I'm gonna need another shot to get over that... And I thought you had good taste but pffft!"
His hand reached across the table, touching mine as he winked and grazed his plump bottom lip with his teeth.
"I definitely have a good taste in men though.."
Billions of thoughts came crashing down on me at once. I could feel my face getting warmer and the sweatiness of my palms only confirmed my next words. "So do I..."
Next thing i knew we were kissing again but this time it was more urgent and needy but also sloppy and somewhat lazy. He kept dragging his tongue over mine in a battle for dominance which was easily won by him.
"Come with me" he said over the music, taking my hand in his and led me through the crowd of people who were spinning in my eyes. The multicoloured lights from the djs corner looked ace as they covered the walls and the people dancing. All of a sudden a blast of cold air hit me as I stumbled out into the cold winter air, giggling hysterically as I fell onto zayn who then fell on his arse on the path.
"Oops"
"You're langers man!" He laughed with tears escaping his flawless eyes.
"No you're a hanger"
"Oh my god" he laughed causing me to join in because why not?
"Cmon, my mate left his car around the back" his large hands tugged on mine as he guided my clumsy body through a car park full of people making out, smoking or the occasional vomitter squatting while her friends casually held back their hair. Not the most romantic setting but romance is for books and movies, not real life. Plus, were only 17, we don't have money for hotel rooms.
After a few stubbles and a couple of drunken murmurs and giggles later we were suddenly in a car, finger and toes tingling from the change in temperature as zayn went straight in for a kiss.
Next thing I knew our clothes were off, he was saddling me and I had a major decision to make... But I decided to go for it. What harm can it do as long as we use protection? Plus, he's hot as f*ck...