“Chug! Chug! Chug!” the crowd around me chanted as I downed the rest of the bottle. Crazy, right? This wasn’t how I usually acted. But one too many cups had thrown me far off my game. The only one who seemed to mind was my friend Abby, though she had stopped caring after she too, had drank a bit much. Or maybe a lot too much was more appropriate, as she was on the table in front of me, dancing.
I slammed the empty bottle on the table, panting. The room spun a little and the bass echoed in my ears painfully. It seemed I’d lost the hoards attention though, as they had turned to coax a different drinker. My mind got fuzzy as the space around me got smaller and smaller. Sweaty bodies closed in on me and I suffocated on the smell of booze. All I could think was that I needed fresh air. Now.
Shoving my way through the tipsy clubbers, I stumbled out the back door. My balance just wasn’t the best, and I felt myself fall to the ground. Time seemed to slow as I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the impact. But it never came. As I peaked an eye open I saw two strong arms around me. Cliche, I know, but totally romantic.
“Alright there?” I heard an Irish voice inquire as the stranger lifted me back onto my feet. It didn’t help though, I just stumbled and fell on my butt. That was when I got a full view of him.
His Supras were new, and vibrantly white, blinding my drunk self. As my eyes moved up, I began to recognize him: Light jeans, plaid shirt. It still didn’t process in my mind until I heard his characteristic voice spoke again.
“Umm... you can take my hand now.” I glanced up and realized that, yes, Niall Horan was offering me his hand. He was just trying to help me up, but I was still awed. I giggled and gave him my hand. Before I knew it, I was on my feet, his hands steadying my waist.
My drunkenness delayed my reactions and I stood there, entranced. His hands lingered on my side and tension seemed magnetic as we invulnerably leaned toward each other.
I found out he was drinking too when his breath poured over my face, smelling of beer and mint gum. It sounds bad, but I didn’t even notice it as my eyes fluttered close and our lips touched the slightest bit, igniting a fire within me I didn’t know was there.
He must have felt it too, because he pushed me into the wall, our lips attacking each other. My arms wove themselves around his neck and I pressed myself further into him. It was magical.
Our heated session ended though, when a little sense came back into my mind and I gave a slight push on his chest. Niall understood my gesture and pulled back, though not far. I blushed, that was so unlike me. He seemed unperturbed though, as he stared at me a small smile tugging on his lips. I stared into his deep blue eyes, searching, and saw my brown ones reflected in them. My own eyes seemed to judge me, scolding me for the incredible deed I had just committed. I seemed lost in his eyes, my mind somewhere far away My gaze didn’t waver even as he spoke.
“So... do you have a name?”
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I peered into the same crystal blue eyes, but this time I saw a sparkle of excitement that wasn’t there before. The white roses in the background faded as I stared only at him.
It smelt like flowers, was all I could say. Lots and lots of flowers. The bells that Niall had insisted on rang and the doves he adored made a loud swooshing sound as they burst out.
Anxiety creeped up on me but I quickly quenched it. This was no time for second thoughts. I took a deep breath to reassure myself, as my mother had suggested, and opened my mouth.
“I do.”
