50 shades of niallhoran☹☻

The Club (Part 1)

Niall's POV:



Well, it's been 15 days since I've made contact with Karen. I gotta do it somehow.



Beep Beep. Text message?



From Louis; hey nialler , we're going 2 the club wanna cme?



I thought about it for a second, but thought about Karen also. Was she going?



To Louis; is karen goin ?



Beep Beep.



From Louis; of corse she is , u hav to face her someday!!



I cringed for a bit before sighing. I guess I should live a bit, I mean, I'm Irish.



To Louis; k I'll go , txt me when ur goin



He texted me back with a 'k' and I decided to calm down before I went to the club. I remembered all the bad stuff me and Karen had done to each other, and I was thinking a second thought about this club thing. Maybe... I shouldn't go. But I got interrupted by my phone beep.



From Louis; get ready , we're cming now



I started to hyperventilate as I saw that text. I tried to breathe, exhaling and inhaling but nothing came. I knew I was claustrophobic and I knew it was really hard for me to breathe.



"Shit." I gasped, running to the bathroom. I rummaged the cabinets before I reached my item. The Inhaler. I quickly took a whoof of it and I sighed of relief. I took another breathe and I was back to normal. Oh no, the club. I almost forgot!



I grabbed on a white shirt and changed while I was going down the stairs. I had on skinny jeans and grabbed on some high tops and jumped out the door, and thankfully, Louis and the boys were there.... and also Karen.



"Hey lad! Come on!" Liam smiled. I opened the door, and sat next to Karen in silence, ignoring her stares for a little while.



Finally, after I thought was 14 hours, we reached the club. It was very loud, and was filled with disco lights, and probably filled with drunk, disgusting people grinding against each other.



"Lets go." Harry yelled over the loud music, and was the first to leave the car and go.



"Why did I say yes?" I heard Karen mutter, rolling her eyes. This was gonna be all long night.



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Karen's POV:



Ah fuck it. I'm just gonna get drunk and fuck anybody. I was to careless to even know what I was doing here. I went to the bar, and ordered 5 shots of vodka, knowing how powerful it is. I took every single sip, shivering as the burning sensation in my throat passed through.



I knew I was drunk, and mainly not sober enough to even drive. I jumped down from my seat and danced onto the dance floor, ready to grind on anybody. I shook my hips sexily and licked my lips seductively until I finally felt a guys front on my back. I grinded on the guy's dick, shaking every movement. He let out a shaky accent groan, and cussed.



"Fuck yeah." He sounded Irish... so familiar.



I couldn't see him, since my vision was blurry.



I groaned as I grinded harder, and I felt his hard on getting stronger.



"Let's take this somewhere else eh baby?" His voice was aching. And this was what I wanted.




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A/N: I'm making a part 2 u horny bitches