Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Two

Note: Remember this is a fiction; I’m changing Harry and Niall’s personality a BIT. Onto the story, enjoy :)  

{Chapter 2}

            What could the next level possibly be? I think to myself. Harry smirks like if he heard me. I know that there's nothing worse than getting a permanently tattoo, of a male name on your arm. I sit on the edge of the bed, with my elbows on my knees and looking without paying attention at the telly before me. I'm mad, no, I'm furious at him for making me get a tattoo. Now my mum thinks I'm gay and a criminal, what's next?







            "You're twenty, and you still care what your mum has to say about it?" Harry asks. Of course I do, she's my mother for God's sake. All she wants is the best of me and she's scared I might turn into those celebrities that end up in drugs. I don't want her to worry. I’m not being exaggerating, do I? I’m a well educated son.







            Harry notices my silence and snorts.







            "Pussy" He wounds and I ignore him, "You do know you didn't get a massive tattoo, just an unnoticeable one, right?"

I pull up my sleeve and touch the spot, making myself wince.

 "Yeah, I do know that." I sigh. There’s no reason to be mad at him anymore, at least I’m over it and I’m secure of who I am. I inhale and exhale, turning to see Harry.







            "What's the next level?" I ask him giving in for another step. He looks at me impressed, maybe he thought I already give up. I am also surprised at my curiosity.

"I’ll tell you something first,” He states and sits next to me, "What happens here stays here. When we get back, do not say anything of what we did to any of the boys. If Paul ever finds out that we were at a club, messing around, Modest will cut our dicks off.”

“Alright” I reply unsure, “What are we going to do tonight?”

“I told you, we’re going clubbing tonight.”

I’ve never been to a club before and it’s because I don’t have the age – even if I did, I wouldn’t go. I hope that Harry will get us to the back doors and get inside without being caught. If we are, we might be at the cover of the newspaper and get scolded at by our managers. Harry makes me borrow his black clothes because the clothes that I brought were sweaters and other types that weren’t for partying. His tight jeans make my balls hurt, how can he even walk?

Adrenaline runs through my blood when we arrive to the club. I’m too desperate and ready to find what’s inside. I didn’t even notice that it was dark, it was getting chilly. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leave the car with Harry. People are crowding the place, and the securities seem busy, asking for I.D’s and checking the line.

“Act casual.” Harry muttered.

I started walking slowly to the back of club, but Harry chose to run. Way to act casual. “We got caught, run!” He shouts and I look back, noticing one of the buff securities running after us. I swallow and run, catching up with Harry.  He opens a door and I come inside, he does too and closes the door behind him.

Once we are in my eyes have to adjust to the darkness. There are multicolored flashing lights on the dance floor. It's very crowded, very crowded that there’s in no way those securities will find us if we get lost between everyone. Harry makes his way to the bar and I follow him. Dancing sweaty bodies bump and rub up against me, I am disgusted but… it feels fun. The music is too loud, vibrating the place and it’s too hard to listen what people are saying. “Do you want Vodka?” Harry repeats for the third time and I nod, almost understanding him. I am sweating, already, but I have the energy to move to the dance floor. I sit first and wait for the bartender to prepare our drinks.