Dark Shadows

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Lauren's POV.

"That was sick man!" Zayn's voice could be heard as the boys descended the fake stage.

"I've got a good feeling about this," Niall agreed.

"Maybe Niall's Irish luck will finally start to apply to him this year," Louis said, patting him on the back.

The audience of security guards and the crew dispersed as I helped them stack the chairs in piles along the northern wall of the building, the way it had been when we'd first arrived here. A quick glance on my watch told me it was ten in the evening - in England.

"Hey, what time is it here?" I asked no one in particular.

"Six pm," someone responded. Oh, ok. I was mentally preparing and looking forward to an eventless evening where I could assemble all my thoughts about the incidents and start on the missing baby case. All the events that had happened to the boys themselves had delayed me more than what was planned to start doing what I had came here for. I was deep in thought of the additional mystery that had unexpectedly been added to my mission when a hand tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and was met by Louis' turquoise eyes.

"Come clubbing with us." He looked at me with a serious expression.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"There is a nice nightclub in Bogota by our hotel. We always celebrate the beginning of each tour this way."

"Umm.." I had really expected some more alone time. "I've kind of got some stuff to do." My excuse sounded lame, even to me.

"Oh, c'mon!" Harry spoke up from behind Louis. "You've always done stuff. Let's live a little, have some fun!" He raised a fist into the air and let show a cheeky smile.

I tried not to acknowledge my amusement at his childish manners. "That's cause it's my job, Harry."

"Please?" He pouted his pink lips, changing tactics into begging instead. I sighed. "Alright. I'll come, just let me get changed."

As you can see, I wasn't a difficult person to win over.

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Frankly, I had no idea why I'd let them convince me to come here. The area was filled with a number of people too close to the breaking point. I could sense the lack of oxygen as a faint dizziness at the back of my mind, but everyone else didn't seem to notice as they danced like there was no tomorrow. The thudding music was giving me a headache.

I suppose people my age should love this, but with my parents dying at a young age I'd had to grow up sooner than my contemporaries to be there for my little sister. Partying and drinking had been very low on my list of priorities. Nevertheless, I hadn't felt as if I was missing out on something.

Sitting on a bar stool and looking out over the sea of moving bodies, I still didn't get the point with all of this.

"Having fun?"

I looked over my shoulder and found a semi-drunk and blushed Harry. He had been partying. Hard.

"Yeah," I lied.

"It doesn't look like it," he countered. That's because it isn't, I thought.

"Here." He offered me a glass of a grape fruit coloured liquid with a lemon slice decorating the top.

"What is it?" I asked, not accepting it.

"It's a Hawaiian Hibiscus, my personal favourite," came the answer.