The New Foster (Niall Horan)

Chapter 8

Listened to:
Drunk- Ed Sheeran
Alive- One Direction

Recommend listening to:
Drunk- Ed Sheeran
Alive- One Direction
Hurricane- Bridget Mendler
Happily- One Direction
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Sooo, were going clubbing. This is a bad idea, you don't need to tell me. But for once, I wanna experience being drunk, feeling alive, waking up in the right side of someone's bed. Okay maybe not the last one.

Anyway, I'm wearing a really tight gold crop top, and a black skaters skirt with black pumps with studs on the back that I borrowed from Abi. At least try to be rebellious tonight, I hear Abi's voice replay in my head. Rebellious? I can handle that.

I rushed to the bathroom to put on makeup. I applied some, that's a lie, I applied A LOT of mascara, put a winged eyeliner, and the reddest lipstick I owned. Next, I took the curling iron and curled my hair.

Stepping back to look at myself, I must say, I looked hot.

"Let's goooo!!" Jake screamed.

I quickly grabbed my phone from the counter and scrambled down the stairs.

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"One more!" I screamed to the bartender for the seventh time? Seven is how many fingers I have in total right?

"You wanna dance?" A deep voice catches my attention.

"Beatrice?! Is that you Beatrice?!?! I haven't seen you in ageeeeeess."

"Woah, your wasted!"

"I am not!" I try to stand up from my chair. Fail.

"C'mon, let's dance." he picks me up and brings me to the flashing lights.

"Oo! I like this song! Isn't it called Kitty Litter or something like that?"

"Uh... I don't think so," he laughs,"so what did you drink?"

"Thirty-seven shots of Kool-aid" I hold out all my fingers.

"You're funny, love"

"You're Indian?!"

"British" he laughs.

"Hey! I know someone from Britishland!"

He laughs some more before saying, "Really? Who?"

"Sydney!"

"Who's that?"

"She's a mushroom that I've had since sixteenth grade!!!"

"That's nice, love."

I squint to try to focus my view a little. The guy looks pretty hot. He has curly hair that I can't see the color of, the darkest most beautiful eyes (that I also can't see the color of), and the cutest dimples.

"My names Harry. What's yours?"

"...I-I, I'm not sure."

"That's okay" he says and pulls me closer to him.

"Savannah?"

"Savannah!! I think that's my name. How'd you know?!" I ask Hamy? Is that his name?

"I didn't say that"

"Then who did?" I turn my head to see a familiar face.

"Ohh!! This is my friend Nail! Say hi Nail!!"

"Look, we have to go," he lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder .

"Byee Hamyyyy!" he waves back with a smile. At least I think that was a smile.

"Where we goin Nail?"

"Home" he smiles.

"Where's the rest of the kitties?"

"The rest of the crew is staying a little longer,"

"Why are we leavin?"

"You've had enough for tonight"

"You could really use a shot, you're tense."

"No, I'm good for tonight."

"Okay, Nail"

"Savannah?"

"Yes Nail?"

"I know you're too drunk right now and you're not going to remember this in the morning"

"What? Is it speech time or something?"

He chuckles and sets me down before kissing me.
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The sound of a phone ringing immediately wakes me up. Where am I? I can't remember anything from last night. I just remember asking for my third shot and everything else was literally a blur.

And why is there an arm around me? Did I? I didn't! I couldn't! But what if? I turn my body so I could see who I supposedly 'slept with' last night.

"Heyy," he says. Wait...NIALL?! No! How? Did we actually have it?

"I know what your thinking, and the answer is no, we didn't sleep together. Well not in that kind of way."

I sigh in relief. " I have a headache," I whine.

"Me too, let's just sleep the whole day." he pulls me closer.

I just nod and rest my head in his chest. Are we dating? What the hell happened last night.