Treacherous

Chapter Thirty-Three

*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

It's when I'm on my third or fourth drink I hear someone sit down next to me.

"Hey, I've got to warn you." It's Louis.

"About what?" I ask, confused as to what he could possibly warn me about. He just told me to let go and have fun.

My head already feels fuzzy and I know that if I try to walk right now I will fall flat on my face.

"Um..." He then mumbles something under his breath that I don't quite catch.

"What was that?" I question, giggling at the end. One more drink and I will be too far gone to care anymore.

"Niall's here." I was about to take a sip of another drink, but it all ends up back in the cup.

"What?"

"I am so sorry. I swear that I didn't know he was coming tonight. I would've never brought you here." He makes sure to let me know that he didn't do this intentionally, and I believe him. He would have never taken me if he knew Niall was here.

"It's fine." I wish I hadn't drank so much already. Then I'd be able to think straight. My brain is so jumbled up that it's hard to form a single thought.

If Niall comes over here how am I going to react without completely breaking down again?

I rub my temples, trying to clear my head up so I can think properly, but it doesn't help much. Maybe I really should just let it all go tonight and drink as much as I want. Louis and Eleanor will make sure Niall won't come within 20 feet of me tonight.

"Do you think you can just keep him away from me?" I ask. "I feel really bad for asking, but I can't face him right now."

"Don't feel bad. Even if you didn't ask I would still do that. You need a night of freedom. Just pretend he isn't here. Maybe I shouldn't have told you he was here... You can't see him anyways." He starts to doubt himself and his actions.

"No. I'm glad you told me. At least I know now. Thank you, Louis."

"You're welcome. Well, I'm going to find Eleanor and maybe slap a few of these horny dicks." I giggle at his jealousy. No doubt some of these guys in here are looking her way.

Niall used to get like that. He always made me wear longer dresses whenever we went to clubs.

Stop those thoughts, Amie. You're going to poison you're mind before you're night even begins.

With that thought, I take another sip of my drink, coughing a little from how strong it is. What in the world did that bartender give me?

Not having a care in the world, I take another large sip and close my eyes as it slides down my throat, burning me on the way down.

Someone else decides to sit down next to me, and for a second I think it's Louis coming to tell me that Niall left already or something.

That's not who it was.

Turns out that I looked a little too attractive tonight and, as Eliza said, my dress attracted male attention. And so far I'm not sure if it's good or bad attention.

He orders me a drink and I chug it down immediately, missing the slight sting of the alcohol already. It was a cheaper drink, and not at all as strong as the one I originally had, but not everyone can be as rich as Louis and afford those expensive drinks.

"So, who broke your heart?" he asks right off, his words slurring a bit.

"Is it that obvious?" My words come out a lot slower than I intended. Why am I talking to a random stranger? Oh right, because that's what lots of people do at bars.