Disguise♔ z.m

Fourteen

I am little pumped up about going to a club. I had visited a club once, a few years ago, during my university years, but that was the last time I pretty much entered it. I witnessed people throwing up about the place as well as intoxication filling my noise, so if I am to witness any more of that act, I might end up getting a drink and re-living last Saturday.

"You look nervous." Elle, who is sitting next to me, whispers.

"I'm fine." I lie while looking into her deep eyes that seemed to understand how I felt at every moment.

"Really?" She asks and tries to make it as quiet as possible before anyone else in the car hears a bit of what I say.

"Really." I confirm, leading her to plainly smile and look out the window. She is really sweet, no doubts to that, but that did not alternatively mean I could trust her. I still am the most judgmental person to walk the grounds of Earth.

Front seat were Liam and Zayn, while beside me, was another guy, who I did not talk to. He did not try talking to me either, so I suppose I have nothing to really argue about. The car strops in front of a red carpet that had a line of people standing over. We get out of the car, Elle immediately linking her arms around mine.

"What-what about Zayn?" I stutter out my question but Elle continues pulling me forwards.

"Don't worry. We will meet him in," she gives me an encouraging smile before we finally walk past the long line of people and pass the doors where we were met by the bouncers of the club.

The nerves in my body ignite. I take in deep breathes, counting until ten before I run out of this place or maybe die from a heart attack.

One

Two

"Finally! I thought we'd never get in!" She comments as we enter the suffocating joint.

Three

Four

Elle disappears from my sight, to be replaced by Liam, who had his warm features returning.

Five

Six

"Pity we didn't meet before this day," before I know it, he has his arm wrapped around my back, leading me to the spot where we are supposed to be sitting at.

Seven

Eight

"What could have changed if I met you earlier?" I ask lowly during the time we squeeze through the grinding clan. I forget about the counting as a result of waiting for his reply.

He replies with his signature grin, which indirectly means my question will never be answered.

We come to a secluded area that is just a step higher than the normal ground. Gladly, I was wearing converse, which meant I had no worries in walking faster and higher than usual. He tightens his grip around my figure, pushing me forwards as we climb the single step. I feel uncomfortable from his touch but I don't have any choice. I don't want cause a scene with him, neither do I not want to have him hold me this way throughout the night, but I might as well flow with the waves.

I've been really held back for most of my life, so letting a guy hold me is not a big deal, is it?

We near the people I saw earlier in the arena, hoping I don't look like a misfit. Everyone seems to be buried in their drinks to notice our presence, however, Liam clears his throat for attention and everyone looks at us, some remembering my name.