You've Got That One Thing

CHAPTER 9

The club was bouncing. Blue, pink and red lights shot across the dimly lit room. The bar was light in a bright purple colour, I searched the room to recognise someone. I found Niall.

‘Niall!’ I laughed, ‘I can’t find anyone!’ I shouted over the music loud.

‘I can’t either!’ He laughed, ‘It amazing in here!’ He yelled back,

‘I know! Lets get some drinks!’ I yelled.

We walked to the bar, Niall ordered some crazy mixed drink, in a funny shade of purple, after I’d drunk that I began to fell tipsy.

‘Have you ate today?’ He asked

‘No. Why?’ I giggled. Everything seemed funny.

‘You’ll get drunk really quick you know!’ He laughed, his Irish accent was so sexy. We walked over to the table and sat with the rest, I downed shot after shot. I’d drank far too much by a few hours. Suddenly the music stopped, Beyonce and Shakira came on the music, singing Beautiful Liar. I remembered a dance I’d learnt to it a long time ago. It was a sexy song, I wanted to dance. I wanted to show Niall I could dance. I grabbed Nialls hand,

‘Cmon, lets dance!’ I grinned,

I went to the dance floor, guiding him through people. I danced up close near him, I could feel him breathing on me. I pressed my body up close to him, I could feel him pressed hard against me, his hands went down my curves. I pressed my hands to his hard body, feeling his abs, floating lower, until I was on his jeans. He moaned softly in my ear. He started kissing my neck, his hands pressed against me, pulling me closer to him. I kissed him slowly, deeply. He grabbed my hands.

‘Lets go back to the house.’ He whispered in my ear.

By then I was utterly drunk, the drinks had completely gone to my head. I nodded dumbly, not giving Harry a second thought.

He couldn’t keep his hands off me in the car, he kissed my neck slowly, his hands pressed up against me. By the time we had arrived back at the house I wanted him bad. He yanked the door open, pulling me into the house, he grabbed my hand. I giggled nervously, it was pitch black in the hallway, it must have been about 2am. He pushed me up against the wall, his hands travelling up my dress, his head nuzzling my chest. I slipped my hands into his jeans, causing him to moan. He carried me to his bedroom, laying me on the bed. I heard a door slam from Harry’s room, I felt Nialls kisses go to my stomach… reaching lower and lower… and at that point, I didn’t care about Harry.