Over Again (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Clubbing and an unwelcome guest

A/N guess what. I already have another fanfic planned. A ha ha. It's a Calum from 5 Seconds of Summer.

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Dyandra POV

Ugh. This dress is so uncomfortable. I've been squirming in my seat all night. Amy scolds me for moving to much and wrinkling the dress. Screw the dress. I'm a person, it's an inanimate object.

"We're here you impatient child." Amy grumbles and walks out of the car. Now for Amy to do what she always does to get into a club. She flashes the bouncer. And he looks at me pervertedly asking with his eyes for me to do the same. I shrug and follow Amy in the club. That's how it always goes.

We walk up to the bouncer and he looks us up and down hungrily. Nice job being obvious. Ugh I feel disgusted.

"Are you on the list?" The bouncer asks, his voice low and scratchy. He smokes, I can tell.

"Yeah my names Amy Lines." Amy pipes up and I look at her with an eyebrow cocked, a face saying 'no almost public nudity?'. She rolls her eyes at me as if I'm too stupid to insult. I huff at her and the bouncer opens the red velvet rope. We walk in and I go death for a second. The music is blasting some song by 5 Seconds of Summer. Ashton's a total babe. I mean.

"Let's go get a drink!" Amy yells over the music. I nod my head and follow her. We weave our way through the crowd until we reach the bar. We magically find two stools and sit down before someone else can get to the seats. I order an ice water while Amy orders a vodka.

"It's summer break. Loosen up. Drink. Get drunk. Party like there's no tomorrow. That is the point of clubs." Amy explains to me and I just shake my head and look around. The music stops for a second before playing Don't drop that thun thun thun. Isn't everyone sick of this song already? Seriously.

Sweaty, smelly body's are twerking and grinding on each other. I roll my eyes annoyed and watch Amy get up, drink in hand, and walk up to some tan boy with black hair. I only see the back of him but he looks "tough".

"You come here often?" I hear an Irish accent ask me. He's inside and has glasses on. Pretentious. He has blonde hair that's in a messy quiff.

"You can cut the bull crap. I'm not a one night stand. And that's the worst pick up line ever." I snap at the stranger, even slightly surprised at my own outburst.

"I just uh. Wow. I just wanted to start a conversation." The boy chuckles and I hear him mumble something about somethings never changing.

"I never come here. Today's the start of summer break for me and my friend forced me here. I would much rather be home in pajamas than here with these drunk idiots." I just said a lot. Why am I rambling? I must look like the biggest idiot right now.

"Pajamas and a movie sounds like some fun. But me and my friends would much rather meet girls if I'm being honest." His thick Irish accent fills my ears and then I realize the strong stench of alcohol on him. He has had a few drinks for sure.

"How much have you had?" I ask, referring to alcohol.

"Ten? Or twelve. Most likely twelve. But what can I say? I'm the reason there's an 'Irish people drink a lot' stereotype." The boy chuckles at himself and I can't help but smile. That sounds like something I heard when I was little. Weird.

"So. You wanna dance?" The boy asks me, cocking his head slightly.

"Uh." I look back at the dance floor. This place is awful. But I feel funny. I think the bartender spiked my drink.

"With all of those people? Really?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. The boy sets his hand next to mine, my darker complexion making him look pale. That or it's the lighting.

"Where else would we dance?" He asks and grabs my hand. He drags me onto the dance floor and I feel claustrophobic instantly. My breathing becomes kinda ragged. Great.

"Well, move. Do something." The boy chuckles at me and I glare at him, my brown eyes scanning the area. I see a taller boy with curly hair grinding with Amy. What happened to tan guy?

"I don't. I don't feel good." I stutter, needing my inhaler. I hurry away from the boy and realize I don't have my purse. I left it on the counter of the bar. I run to my seat and see my purse. I practically dive for it and dig around for my inhaler.

"No no no no! I can't have left it at home!" I yell frantically at no one in particular. I look up for Amy but she's to busy sucking Curly's face off. He has glasses on, too. His are blue. Why do I care?

Mystery guy comes to my side and looks at me worriedly.

"What's wrong? What are you looking for?" he asks concerned for me. How sweet.

"My. Inhaler." I choke out and the mystery guy reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out a gray inhaler and hands it to me. I could care less about germs right now. I shove the inhaler and click the button, breathing in the magic. Ahh. I feel so much better.

"Thank you so much." I praise the boy in front of me. I hand back the I inhaler and our hands touch. I feel a shock go through me and I accidentally drop the inhaler.

"I'm so so sorry!" I apologize as he goes to pick up the inhaler.

"It's no biggy." The boy smiles and bends over to grab the inhaler. Just as he grasps the inhaler, his glasses fall off. He grabs his glasses and shoots up, trying to slip on his glasses. Then I finally see his face. He has piercing blue eyes that seem sad. Wait.

"Niall?"