Don't Do This.

Novem

The week flew by. During the day, Louis would show us some of his favorite places, and every night, we’d head back to the bar to hear The Rouge perform. Let me tell you, it was a dream. Louis turned out to be exactly how I’d always pictured him to be; a generally nice guy who loved people. I loved that about him. I couldn’t picture a more perfect week with three more perfect people. The only bad part of the week was when we met Louis’s girlfriend. Not that she wasn’t a complete doll, it’s just the Park got almost sickeningly jealous. I thought it was hilarious, of course, but Park had a bad fit during it. See, Lou’s girl is also the bartender. So when he went to the bathroom, I tried to make her feel more welcome to the group and talked her into teaching me how to make some interesting drinks. Park and Harry followed us over to the bar and were sitting there when I was learning her skilled ways. The entire time, Park’s chugging down whatever I’m making, praying it would dull the pain. When Louis came out of the bathroom, he sat at the bar next to Park, causing him to look up at Lou in disgust. Park soon started crying, and with Harry’s help, I had to carry him out. The next day, we managed to talk Lou into leaving his girlfriend there, because I know Park would’ve cut himself into oblivion had she come. We then hit the road again heading straight for Bradford, in search for Zayn. 

Her words kept echoing in my mind as I kept trying to remember what she said. ‘I can’t wait to see DJ Malik at Nyxx again tonight!’ So Zayn really did become a DJ? I guess I couldn’t be surprised. The only bit that surprised me was that he was good. Like really good. So in spite of my better judgment, I dressed up in full club attire and drug the guys out. 

“I didn’t know you could dress like that!” Harry says, raking his eyes over me almost painfully slowly. 

“I didn’t even know you owned clothes like that!” Jon adds, looking me over as well. 

“Shut up! They are mine, and I only wear them on special occasions.” I continued to pull them out, feeling myself ache for a loud bass to control me. Once we arrived, I could hear the music from outside. Yet again, I drug them inside, soon making our way to the dance floor. I leaned against Harry, grinding my hips against him to the beat. He was slowly growing hard against me, making me smile as I looked up to see Zayn. 

“Hey, I’m going to go talk to Zayn. Be back in a minute.” I look straight at him, keeping myself focused as he works his way to the bar. 

“Hi,” I say, taking a spot next to him. “Can I just have a coke please?”

“Just a coke?” Zayn comments, taking a sip from his beer. 

“Yeah. I’m not much of a drinker,” I reply, taking the coke from the bartender. 

“No, here, I got it,” Zayn butts in, paying the man. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, looking him over. 

“Eh, a pretty lady like you? I had to.” I giggle, putting aside the flirting to get to the point. I meant business. 

“So what would you do if I told you that you were in a world famous boy band in another life?”