"Mia, you're coming tonight whether you want to or not."
Liam's my best friend. We have been for a few years now. I think of him more like a brother. He annoys me sometimes like right now but I could never be mad at him.
"Alright." I huff. tonight is his birthday. I guess it's the least I can do.
"The party starts at seven. I'll pick you up around six thirty." Liam adds before opening the door to exit my apartment.
"Wait!" He turns around and lets go of the door handle and waits for me to speak.
"It's a club right?" He nods and laughs at my dumb question before stepping out and closing the door.
Great. I don't know what to wear to a night club. I'm not really the 'party' type of girl. Lets just say I like to have fun but partying isn't really my thing.
I sigh and make my way to my wardrobe. All I can find is a black knee length dress. I grab it and lay it out on my bed and grab my scissors before cutting a few inches off and sewing the hem to make the perfect edge.
I go to school part time for fashion and design. I hope to get an intern in the near future but I don't see that happening.
I hold the now shorter black dress up and it reaches mid thigh. It's okay I guess. I glance up at the clock. 5pm. Without thinking I jump in the shower and clean up. A few minutes later I'm wrapped in my plush pink towel.
Going back into my bedroom I put on my best push-up bra and a pair of black underwear. I debate on whether on not to wear spandex under my dress, but I decide against it.
Then I slip into the black dress. It fits nice and snug. I go back into the bathroom and dry my mid length dirty blonde hair. Once it's completely dry I decide just to leave it straight as it is. Then I put on some foundation, jet black eyeliner and mascara. Good enough for me.
I check the time again. 6:15. I decide to add some black eyeshadow since I have some time left. I also add some red lipstick to finish off.
My phone beeps.
' here.' I throw my lipstick into my purse, along with my phone and my wallet. I then grab a pair of black heels and head out the door.
"Hey." Liam says as I open the car door.
"Hey, birthday boy." I joke. He's already nineteen. I can't believe how fast time has been going.
"You look... slutty." He jokes. I playfully slap his arm.
"Ow! That hurt!" He says in a high pitch girly voice. I roll my eyes and look out the window.
"So who all is going to be there?" I ask looking down at my fingers.
"A few friends. You remember Zayn and Louis right?"
"Yeah. Isn't Louis two years older than us?" I question.
"Yep. He's pretty cool though. I talked to him a lot throughout school." He giggles to himself. "Ha. I just rhymed."
"You're such a dork." I smile and turn to him.
Once we get to the club called Funky Buddha, the parking lot is jammed. Liam finds one of the last spots.
"You ready?" He asks.
"Of course." I reply, opening the car door.
I follow Liam up to the large door that lead into the building. The inside was dark and filled with balloons and people already dancing.
Liam was immediately greeted by his friends. While they chatted I just stood next to Liam awkwardly.
"So are you guys together?" A boy with curly hair asks.
"Me and Liam? Oh no were just friends." I give Liam a little smack on his arm.
"Good." He smirks. I can't help but check out his features. His green eyes sparkle in the dark and his jaw line is so prominent. I spot tattoos on his arms below the sleeves on his black low neck tee.
I look back up at him and follow his eyes as they rake down and back up my body. I get a feeling in my stomach. He's so hot.
"Want to go get a drink?" Liam asks me, taking me out of my trance.
"Y.Yeah." Liam drags me over to the bar area and I feel eyes on my body as I walk away.
"Who was the curly haired boy?" I ask Liam once we find a bar stool to sit on.
"His names Harry. I met him through Zayn. I think he was checking you out." Liam nudges my arm.
"What do you want to drink?"
"What ever you get, I'll have." I say matter of factly.
"Okay then." He smirks. "Two shots of Goldschlager please." He tells the bartender who pours the alcohol with gold flakes into the shot glass.
"On three. 1, 2, 3." I raise the glass and pour the liquid down my throat. It burns at first but once I swallow, it tastes like cinnamon. Liam looks at me to see if I handled it okay.
"Lets do another?" I say almost more as a question.
"If you want." He asks the bartender for two more.
"To my best friend being 19!" I state proudly before we cling the little glasses together and take the shot.
This time the alcohol doesn't burn nearly as much. As I set the glass down I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and spot the curly haired boy.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks. I look at Liam and back to Harry. I don't want to be impolite.
"Sure." He smiles at my word. Liam gets up and Harry takes his spot.
He orders two shots of vodka. I slam it down as soon as the bartender sets it on the table.
"Do you drink often?" He asks.
"No. Not really." I giggle a little. I can feel the alcohol as I feel more calm and free.
He sets his hand on my thigh, sending shivers throughout my whole body. It's almost like his touch brings me to life.
"Dance for me." He says demandingly.
"Excuse me?" I snort. I look at him. his face is serious. I get the idea to tease him. I smirk as his beautiful eyes once again peer down to my breasts.
"Why would I dance for you?" I place my hand on his thigh as he did to me but I slowly move further up. His mouth agapes with my touch. This feels great. I'm too curious and out of it to stop myself.
"Dance for me." He asks again. What is with this boy?
I oblige this time and begin to walk over to the dance floor. I feel his eyes on me as I move. Once I reach the dance floor, I turn to Harry and begin moving my hips. I really don't know what the hell I'm doing but Harry gives me a satisfied look as he takes a drink of his beer.
I continue strutting around to the beat. Harry's eyes never leave my body. Just as the song changes, Harry gets up off the bar stool and makes his way towards me. I swear his black skinny jeans are way tighter than before.
I decide to give him a little chase so I make my way through the sweaty dancers with him hot on my heels. I turn back every so often and give him a smirk. He glares at me intently until I finally let him catch me. He grabs me from behind, placing his large hands on my hips. He presses himself against me and brings his lips up to my right ear.
"I don't like all your teasing babe." He whispers in a seductive tone.
Just for that I push my behind harder on to him and brush my hips back n' forth on him. To my amazement, he groans which sends tingles deep into the pit of my stomach.
"I want you so bad." His voice nearly cracks.
Without thinking, I turn to face him and kiss his plump lips. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his torso. As our lips are connected, he moves through bodies and finds an exit.
He breaks our kiss and places me on the hood of his black vehicle. I watch as he tries to unlock the door. Once it's finally open, he picks me back up and places me in the passengers seat.
