Midnight Memories: One Direction
Harry's P.O.V:
Once I'm back inside Terry's everyone seems to be settled down. It's second half and everybody's intently watching the screen nearest to them. I make my way to our table, noticing Jill's taken my seat next to Louis. Instead of making a snarky comment like I usually would I bite my tongue and pull another chair. Zayn's here and I don't want him thinking there's anything going on between us.
He's right we have more important things to worry about. We're at the top of the list, so close to becoming the youngest ever despatch unit. Everyone screams at a missed goal, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Drink up Tommo." Niall shoves a shot glass to Louis.
"You too." Louis raises his eyebrows at Niall.
"What are you two even betting on?" Jill tilts her head in a questioning way.
"It's my fault." Perrie speaks up. "I innocently made a comment about how neither of them could keep quite during a football match, they're trying to prove me wrong." She explains.
"They're failing miserably at that." Zayn chuckles.
"I'm winning." Niall says.
"You wish." Louis laughs. I watch Jill and Eleanor start gossiping with Niall's date, Chloe or Charlie whatever her name is, wakes up and goes over to Niall whispering something in his ear.
"Alright guys I'm going to have to leave now." Niall wakes up. Everyone looks to each other in surprise. Niall and Louis never just up and leave in the middle of a bet. "I've got to take Charlotte home." He explains. Yeah right, she probably offered him a fuck.
"You're coming back though?" Louis asks. Niall gives Louis a cheeky smile then shakes his head no as he leaves the table.
"Well remember to use a condom you fucking let down." Louis shouts as Niall walks away. Everyone besides Jill laughs.
"Shouldn't you be getting home too?" I look at Jill. It's hard trying to ignore her aura when she's always around.
"No." She glares at me. "If I leave who will drink with Louis?"
"I don't think that's a good idea." Zayn and I say at the same time.
"Just a few." She tells Zayn, ignoring me.
"One." Zayn tells her.
"Two or three." She smiles pleadingly.
"Fine two." He gives in. Such a weak fucking pussy. If it were up to me I'd throw her over my shoulder and haul her out of here. But it's not up to you. I remind myself. Louis hands her a shot glass. Whoa no I thought she was having beers. That would have been fine but two shots of tequila. She's going to be pissed. I watch as she takes the shot throwing her head back, scrunching up her face as she bites into the slice of lime that goes with it. Her magic is suppressed she practically has the alcohol tolerance of a human. Zayn is shit at keeping her under control. It's not your problem you shouldn't care. I remind myself. I glance around the bar trying to distract myself as she takes her second shot. I still need to talk to her about the dead end research I did, while I was forced to appear at one of dads speeches for the launch of the Paris branch of his company.
The sound of Bon Jovi blaring through the old ass jukebox; that Terry refuses to get rid of, breaks me from me pressing thoughts. My eyes immediately search for Jill, finding she's not in her seat. I spot her on the dance floor.
Alone.
The baggy jacket that was swallowing her body up is now gone. The tiny vest I was admiring earlier on, has ridden up her torso exposing her hips and the top of it is tight against her tits. She's swaying her hips in the most intoxicating way possible. Fuck me.
She's alone and some pompous asshole is gonna put his hands on her any minute now.
It's not your problem you shouldn't care.
It's not your problem you shouldn't care.
I swear almost everyone with a dick in this place is looking at her. One of them wakes up from his seat, he better fucking be going to the toilet. I grip the sides of my chair hoping that asshole walks the fuck past her. My entire body physically relaxes when I see Louis brush past him to join Jill. He really just saved my ass from a big infraction, one more fight and I would have been kicked out of the team. I watch as Jill attempts to teach Louis how to dance, he's shit at it. My phone buzzes interrupting me from staring.
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Fanfiction"Everyone has their fate and the more people try to avoid it, the more trouble they get into." W.Shakespeare. 17 year old Jill is dragged away, by her father from her current life of traveling and performing in ballets with her mother. When she m...
