Something in the Mist. [Niall Horan fanfic]

1. A Night full of Regret.

I actually remember a lot from that night, even though it was three weeks ago, even though I was really drunk. Maybe because I made a huge mistake that night.

It all started with my friend Gabrielle, who confidently walked into my flat, laid down on the sofa and looked at me with a grin on her red lips.

“What is it now Gab?” I said and crossed my arms. Without answering she opened her bag and slowly held up three tickets.

“What are they for?”

“VIP at Funky Buddha!” She exclaimed happily. Funky Buddha was a really popular club here in London, but it was impossible to get in.

“How the hell did you get those?”

“Mission Impossible you think huh?” Gabrielle said. “But, I found out that this guy that I sort of had an affair with, you know Daniel?” Daniel was one of Gabrielle’s many love affairs, but usually those ends by the end of the sex, but Daniel more or less fell in love with her, and did not want to leave her side, even though she wanted him to leave. Don’t get me wrong, Daniel’s a great guy, but he was kinda needy and never left Gab alone, so she ended it and he was crushed. But sometimes Gabrielle asks him for a favour (even though it is mean and bad!) and he’s happy to do it. Poor, stupid boy. But good for us! “Apparently Daniel knows one of the owners, and when I asked if he could get us tickets, he gladly handed me some!”

“Wow, you are a bad person”, I said and laughed.

“So you’re not coming?” Gabrielle said and grinned.

“Of course I am silly! But it’s still mean to take advantage of Daniel like that, especially when you are probably going to end up with another guy that night.”

Gab laughed waved her hand in an ‘I-don’t-care’-kinda way. “Eh, he’s fine. He should know by now that I’m not much for relationships. So Friday night, you and Julie are coming to my place by eight, we get dressed and all that, and then we can finally have a girls night out.”

“What do you mean? You, me and Julie have plenty of girl nights!”

“Ha! We don’t seem to have the same definition of Girls night out. And when he have a so called girls night out, we just go to dinner and talk all night long. That’s not how twenty year women should act.”

“Okay, yes, its fun to go out to clubs, but you can’t do that all the time. We need to be responsible; we can’t drink our life away.”

“But that’s only one night when we get irresponsible, and then you can have you knitting clubs back.”

 “Haha, good one Gab”, I said.

“Sorry, but you have to admit Meredith, you are too much of an adult sometimes.”

“Okay, maybe I am. But that’s a good thing, and I’ve already agreed one going out on Friday, so why are we having this argument?”

“You’re right, sorry, let’s just call Julie.”

**

Friday night came and we were in Gabrielle’s flat, in front of her bathroom mirror putting mascara, lipstick and eyeliner on. I was wearing a short, black dress that barely covered my boobs. I don’t know if it was the red wine in me talking, but I thought I looked really good and sexy. When we had put our heels and packed our clutch bags, which would probably be gone tomorrow, we left Gab´s apartment, took a taxi, sang and laughed of excitement and finally arrived to the club. I could see right away that it was really popular, and that it was going to be a wild night.

The club was really crowded and I found it hard to breathe right away, but I didn’t want that to ruin the night I thought would be perfect.

We got some drinks, and I found my old, shy self getting replaced by the Meredith that only came out when I hade alcohol in my body.

I, Julie and Gabrielle busted some moves on the dance floor, and I could even feel some man grinding against me. Suddenly Julie dragged us towards the bathroom and as we stood in front of the mirrors and put on some more makeup both Julie and Gabrielle gave me small glances.

“What?” I asked. “Why are you looking like me like that?”

“Someone is going home with someone tonight”, Julie said while she put some more blush.

“That guy that grinded himself on me, ew no thanks.”

“Not that guy, the other silly!” Gabrielle exclaimed.

“Uh, I haven’t had any contact with another boy tonight.”

“So you haven’t noticed a boy practically starring at you?” Julie asked. I shook my head. “Let us show you, and you will totally recognize him.” We walked out of the bathroom and they looked around for a couple of seconds until Gabrielle poked me on the arm and made a nod in a direction towards the bar. And they were right. There a guy sat and looked at us. He smiled and waved. Realization hit me three seconds later. That boy was Niall Horan.

“Is that-“ I started.

“Yes!” Gabrielle exclaimed. “Go talk to him!” She pushed me in his direction and I suddenly felt really awkward in my high heels and the dress that showed way to much skin. I sat down next to him.

“You finally noticed”, he said in an Irish accent. To be honest I did not know much about One Direction, I just knew their names and looks. And this was definitely Niall Horan.

“Noticed what?”

“That I’ve been looking at you the entire night.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked and chuckled.

“I tried to get your attention.”

“Why?”

“I think the answer to that is pretty obvious”, he said and gave me a flirty smile.

“Actually its not”, I said. “I’ve got too much alcohol in my body so I don’t think I can think right.”

He laughed. “You’re beautiful, and which guy wouldn’t want a beautiful girl’s attention?”

I laughed. “You’re only saying that because you want to get in bed with me.”

“Maybe”, he said and grinned cheekily. “But I’m not lying about the beautiful part.”

I don’t know how the rest of the night happened. I guess I got over confident after the drinks I ordered while we talked, but the next I know we were in a taxi, making out, in our way to my flat.

I wanted him, I really did. And I knew he wanted me. So it’s obvious what we did the rest of that night, and it was really amazing. But that wasn’t the best part. The best part was falling asleep with his arms wrapped around my body, thinking that he maybe would stay the morning after.

But I was wrong. When I woke up I was alone in the bed. All is clothes expect a pair of brown socks were gone; he didn’t even leave me a note. I had just made love with a popstar, but he was probably to drunk to remember it and I would never meet him again. That hurt.

Especially three weeks after, when I sat on the toilet lid in my bathroom that smelled like roses, with a positive pregnancy test in my hands.