I apologize a hundred times within the spam of three seconds and the random dude shrugs it off, helping me stabilize myself. He was nice enough to not laugh at me or be rude, which I was grateful for. I was already embarrassed.
"Don't stress, just be thankful you didn't hit the ground." He says and I let out a breathy laugh, nodding my head at him as he heads into the house.
"Yeah, thanks again." I say and he gives me one last smile and wave before disappearing inside.
I let out a breath, rubbing my face with my hands. I can literally feel the heat radiate off my face, I must be really red. Hopefully no one saw that.
I look around for Samantha soon after, my feet slowly moving towards the bonfire. I needed to stop straying and just sit so I could save myself from any more embarrassment.
"Looking for anyone in particular?" A voice says from behind me, it's a familiar voice. I turn around swiftly.
"Samantha actually, you've seen her?" I reply nonchalantly to Niall, he has a drink in his hand and his other hand is stuffed in his front pocket.
He nods, his eyes looking behind me, I turn and follow his gaze. And there she was, with her friends at a table smoking cigarettes.
"Oh and nice fall, by the way." Niall says and I turn back to him, my eyebrows raised.
"You saw that?" I ask, more embarrassment, great. He nods and I groan, covering my hands with my face.
"I'm not drunk or anything, I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I try and explain myself. Niall only laughs, putting his drink to his lips.
"Whatever you say, clumsy." He smirks and I let out a huff, trying to not stare at his face too obviously. It's like he was flirting. His hair was combed, styled to the T. His stare still intense as ever as he removes his drink from his lips.
"I guess this is our second date, huh." He says and if my cheeks couldn't get any redder under all the purple hues, they just did.
"Is it though?" I ask him and he shrugs, a small smile on his thin lips.
"We were going to go out this weekend anyways, that'll be our third date." He says, raising a brow cockily at me and I nod, letting out a breath as I push a stray strand of hair out my face and behind my ear.
"Sure, I'll consider this a date, as long as I get another drink." I tell him, looking down at the wet spot on my shirt, thankfully I wore a black and you couldn't see it that much, but I did reek of vodka.
He laughs and nods his head to follow him, and I do. We walk back to the makeshift outside bar and Niall turns to me, his eyes expectant.
"Did you drive here?" He asks and I furrow my eyebrows, nodding nonetheless.
"No liquor for you then." He says mostly to himself and my eyebrows raise in surprise. What's with everyone being so overprotective with me these days?
He bends down and opens the small mini fridge, I don't question him, I just wait. Wondering what he's going to give me. If he hands me a water, I wouldn't know whether to cry or laugh. Most likely the latter.
After a few seconds he stands up, and hands me a cold pink bottle. I read the label and can't help but stifle a laugh.
"Juice? Really?" I ask him, a smile on my face as he shrugs and sips his beer. Despite not caring for alcohol, I didn't want to be the loser and drink juice all night. I barely even drank any of the drink that is on my shirt.
