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Niall horan-Happy

"Waitress asks how many bottles I say 23!" You yelled with the music. It was a Friday night and you were at the club with your friends as usual. There were drunk people everywhere but you couldn't complain because their dancing always made you laugh.

"C'mon Cheyenne. Lets go dance." Your friend slurred pulling you by your arms. You followed her to dance. You had another drink before you went to dance. You felt the alcohol through your body and started to dance not caring how insanely, stupid you probably looked. You felt a stranger behind you grabbing your waist.

"Your really beautiful," he said. You could barely hear his voice but it sounded like he had a deep Irish accent. You began grinding against him earning a soft moan from him. You turned around to look at the strangers face. He had brown roots with blonde tips and breath taking blue eyes.

"Let's go back to my place." He offered. You kissed the stranger letting the alcohol take over, "sure." You stumbled out behind him. It was a short drive back to his house. You stumbled inside, gasping at the beautiful house he took you to.

"So what's your name babe?" The man asked.

"Cheyenne, what about you?"

"I'm Niall," he told you. He pinned you up against the wall and started to kiss your neck. You moaned as he started to suck on your neck. It would surely leave a mark but you didn't care right now. He smiled against your neck as he picked you up and carried you to his bed. "I'm not going to take advantage of you while your drunk so get some sleep." Niall said. You smiled at how thoughtful he was. He was probably right by morning you would probably regret whatever would've happened.

• • •

You woke up in an unfamiliar place. This definitely wasn't your bedroom or any of your friends houses. You tried to get up and noticed someone clinging around your waist. Niall. Last nights memories flooded back to you. Now that you had less alcohol in your system, you were glad that this respective man took you home instead of someone who would've taken advantage of you.

"Niall," you said touching his arm. He jerked awake and let go of you.

"Sorry I'm not used to having another person in this bed with me. Do you need me to drive you home?" He said letting go of his grip on you.

"Um maybe later but-" you hesitated to ask.

"What?"

"Why did you take me home if you weren't trying to, you know, take advantage of me?" It seemed like a strange question to him at first but his expression changed quickly.

"I overheard these men talking about trying to taking you home. There were at least three of them. I knew that you didn't know them and they didn't look like the type to just have a chat. I told them you were my girlfriend so they would leave you alone," Niall cringed at the word girlfriend as if you would slap him. It was really very sweet of him. You couldn't imagine what would've happened if Niall wasn't there. You looked at Niall and crashed your lips to his. "Are you still drunk?" He laughed but quickly kissed you back. This kiss felt like a billion fireworks going off at the same time.

"I'm not drunk but I might be in love," you smiled.

"Me too," he quickly agreed kissing you again.