Enchanted || 5sauce

Chapter Eighteen

"Hey, Tia, fancy seeing you here," Michael smirked at me, and I returned the expression. "Aren't you underage?"

"Aren't you?" I shot back, rolling my eyes and huffing in annoyance. 

"Touche, m'lovely," he patted the top of my head, me grinding my teeth. "Are you aware that Ashton and Luke are looking for you?"

I nodded, fighting to keep my smirk in place.

"You don't care, do you?"

I shook my head, my smirk growing into an actual smile.

"Well, in that case, wanna dance again?"

I shook my head, and Michael's face fell. "I'm here with Liam and the guys, not you, you're just some random guy that I danced with at a club as far as I'm concerned."

"Not just some guy you met at a club, I'm also the guy you fell asleep on for three hours on a plane," Michael reminded me, a hint of hurt in his eyes. I felt guilt rush through my system, chilling my veins and giving me goosebumps.

I'm a bad person. I shouldn't have flipped at Ashton and Luke, I shouldn't have slept with Luke, I shouldn't have let Ashton kiss me, I shouldn't have let Luke kiss me, I shouldn't have left home, I shouldn't have become friends with Luke ever,  then i'd have a normal life, at home, with actual friends. I've fucked up again. 

"Mikey, take me to the bar, please," I begged, feeling tears prick my eyes. I'd seen this in many movies, read this in many books. The breakdown moment, when the tragic main character drowns their sorrows in alcohol. I'd also seen the outcome of these things, but never the less, its what I wanted. 

"Tia? Are you okay?" Michael asked, concern laced in his vocals. I bit on the inside of my cheek, nodding my head. 

"I'll be fine, just give me a shot of something strong."

~*~

Around a hour had passed, and I was back on the dance floor. I'd had around six shots of cherry vodka, and three of tequila, and everything was hazy. Liam was dancing with me and Michael, one on each side of me, whilst I lost myself to the beat of the music. 

"Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me," I sang spinning around and falling into Michael. "Oh, hey, good looking, come here often?" I winked sloppily at him, then continuing to laugh obnoxiously.

I grabbed their hands, pulling them over to the bar and ordering myself and the boys another shot of cherry vodka each. I handed them theirs, watching as they both threw them back, their Adam's apples bobbing as they swallowed. Damn, that's attractive.

"So, talk to me about why I'm your dream girl," I giggled, leaning towards Liam and throwing down my shot. He laughed loudly and obnoxiously, putting his arms around my waist and kissing my head. He lent in close, his mouth grazing my neck and going towards my ear.

"That's going to be a short conversation," he pulled back, smirking. I almost screamed from my laughter, hitting his arm and pouting after.

"That's mean! That's so mean!" I laughed again, falling into Michael and pouting at him. "Mikey, Lili-pooh is mean."

Michael eyed me warily, then putting his arm around me and turning to Liam. "I'm gonna take this one home, thanks for looking after her, man," he said, pulling Liam into a man-hug. I stood, watching them converse, growing impatient and pulling Michael away from Liam and flinging myself in his place.

"I'll miss you Liam!" I giggled into his shoulder, then pulling back and smiling at him. He smiled back, a small dimple appearing in his left cheek. I pressed my finger into it, giggling louder as he sucked his cheeks in. 

I studied his face for a while, taking in all of his features, keeping a stupid smile on my face. If there's one good thing about alcohol, its the fact that it makes you act on impulse. If there was one bad thing about alcohol, it would also be the fact that you act on impulse. And that's exactly what I did.

I lent in, pressing my lips against his for only a moment, then pulling back and smiling broadly at him. "See you later, pumpkin!" I grabbed Michael's hand, dragging him over to the other bar.

"Order me one last drink," I instructed. "I want to do a toast, to the first night I have ever let myself, be myself, and I want it to be with you, and only you" I slurred. 

Micheal sighed, his eyes boring into mine as I smiled stupidly at him. "Last one,"he gave in, ordering me a peach vodka, claiming that it's sweeter than the cherry, and doesn't burn as much when I told him off for not getting my cherry vodka. 

"To us," I smiled at him, throwing it back and smiling at him.

"To us."

~*~

SO HEY

back to school tomorrow, buT I'm already halfway through the next chapter yayayayay.

((pls dont make me go back to school))

UhKayBye

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