Pride {l.s.}

55- Pulse

The Story So Far:

Niall has a crush on Cheyenne. Zayn and Liam are dating and growing strong. Louis has come out of the closet. Harry's body is attacking his thyroid.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

"Who's the designated driver?" Harry asks over his shoulder to Liam and Zayn as we drove to the club. He keeps both hands on the wheel, but he glances over at me every so often.

"I'll do it," Liam says. "Gotta keep an eye on my man."

I see Liam look over at Zayn with lust in his eyes. Zayn blushes and leans against Liam. The four of us have never gone clubbing together, so this was going to be interesting. I'm not sure what type of people Liam and Harry are at clubs. Does Harry decide to flirt with everyone around him? Does Liam get over protective with Zayn and start a fight? I'm not sure, but it will be an interesting thing to find out.

"Pulse is going to be packed tonight," I comment as we pull into the parking lot of the nightclub. The December air isn't too cold as we step out into the night.

"It'll be fun," Harry replies as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. I slip my arm around his waist instinctively. "I used to go here all the time until..."

"Dude, it's fine," Liam reassures Harry. "We are here for a funeral. This is a funeral for your thyroid dying."

"It's not dead yet!" Harry yells back as Liam and Zayn walk towards the club in front of us.

"It might as well be!" Liam yells over his shoulder with a laugh.

Harry looks down at me and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Ready to see your first gay club?"

"I could care less if it was gay or straight or whatever. I just want to dance with you," I reply with a shy smile. Harry gives me one more kiss before we follow Liam and Zayn into Pulse.

The nightclub is packed the second we get in. There are all different types of people in there; it's a crowd that I've always wanted to be a part of but never could be. I see love and happiness overflowing from dancers on the dance floor who don't care how close they are dancing to their significant other. This is something I've always wanted.

"How about a drink first?" Zayn suggests over the loud music. "A toast to Harry's dying thyroid."

We all make our way over to the bar and order a round of shots. It's been awhile since I've been out drinking in a nightclub. Harry and I became homebodies. We preferred nights watching movies, drawing, painting, and taking pictures. We would have weeks where we each had a camera, and we tried to get the best candid of the other one. Clubbing wasn't really our thing, but drinking and dancing don't seem to bad as the hard liquor burns my throat.

"Babe, let's dance," Harry whispers in my ear. His hot breath makes the hairs stand up on my back.

"We're going to go dance!" I announce to Liam and Zayn.

"Sounds good. We're going to do another round. Sorry about your thyroid again, man!" Liam replies with a smile on his face. Liam and Zayn turn back to each other as they try to be as close to each other as possible.

Harry takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. With the bright colors of the club around me in the dark club, I can almost feel like I'm back at the pride parade; it was the parade that helped me get with a certain boy that changed my life. I think about that night still and wonder where I would be right now if I didn't go out that night. Maybe I would still be dating Eleanor. Maybe I would be dating some other girl as I try to fix myself.