Figuring It Out

Chapter 13

As we pull up in front of Funky Buddha, Zayn who became designated driver hands the keys to a valet. Pounding music can be heard from outside, not recognizable yet.

As I climb out of the car, paparazzi taking photos nearly blind me. I feel someone wrap their arm around my waist and hear a million shouts.

"Liam why are you so protective of your sister?!"

"Brianna, what's Liam's biggest secret!??!"

"Where's Danielle??"

At that, Liam's arm tightens around my waist even more.

We finally enter the club, a 5 minute struggle with paparazzi seems more like 10 when they attack us.

Almost instantly, the pounding sound of Hersher fills my head, my body vibrating with the intense bass of the song.

"What do you want for drinks?"

Niall's Irish accent asks all of us.

"Shots! Shots!"

Louis yells out.

Liam rolls his eyes, and the rest of us nod our heads in agreement.

Eleanor, Louis, and I go and grab us a table. Niall and Zayn come over towards us, with Liam and Harry trailing shortly behind. Niall's arms are loaded with Vodka and Scotch, a bitter flavor that's guaranteed to burn. Zayn has all of the shot glasses in his hands.

Once Niall and Zayn set everything up, the glasses are filled. All too soon, Louis is counting down from three, and the hot burning feeling of the small amount of strong alcohol is being sent down my throat. Everyone instantly loads up their glasses again, and we repeat the process three more times. I feel a pleasant buzz take over in my brain, loosening my up a little.

Burn by Ellie Goulding sounds over the speaker, and El drags me over to the dance floor. We're both laughing uncontrollably from the start, hip bumping and shimming around like idiots right off the bat.

I see Liam and Louis watching us with looks of amusement playing on their faces. I go over and drag Liam out, and we jump and scream the lyrics to each other, surrounded by people. Us four continue dancing to another 3 songs, until we go back to the table to cool off and get our alcohol fix. Niall hands me a sex on the beach, my favorite drink. The fruity drink is downed in a matter of seconds, and I feel so loose and care free.

The familiar beginning of Shake Señora comes on. Niall and I grab onto each other, and go to the dance floor, doing the stupid but fun dance we made to it, due to lots of dressing room time and your bus boredom. There's a ton of hip bumping, grinding and booty shaking, and it's the best.

About an hour later, Liam's absolutely wasted, chatting up Sophia, who he ended up inviting. She catches my gaze and rolls her eyes, a playful smile etched on her face.

I prance over to the dance floor, officially filled with drunk friends and couples, jumping, singing and mainly grinding.

I barely recognize Harry's familiar mint smell fill my nose, and I press my bum into his front, grinding to Take You Down by Chris Brown. His hands secure them selfs at my waist, and mine go up to play with the hair at the base of his neck. We do this for many more songs, switching it up occasionally, but he never leaves my side.

Drinks are downed, and I can't tell whose drink is whose. I grab the first one I see and down it fast.

"Woah, slow down there Bri."

Harry's deep voice addresses me.

In my drunken state I lean into him and giggle uncontrollably. A cheeky thought enters my head, and I spin around to lean into Harry's front.

"I bet you don't slow down," I tell him, batting my eyes innocently. "I bet every thrust is harder with you. Taking over. Dominating even."

His eyes widen and that causes me to laugh. I stumble a little, and he grabs my arm.

"Let's not think about that right now. That's the last thing I want to be thinking about right now."

I lean into him and wrap my arms around his neck, dangerously close to his plump cherry colored.

"The bulge that I feel coming from you tells me different." I lean in closer and whisper across his lips, "I know you want me. I won't lie though, I want you."

His arms wrap around my waist.

"You're drunk off your ass. I'm not taking advantage of you. But we can have a proper snog, I won't disagree to that."

Next thing I know, his lips are smashed into mine, both of us wanting control. Harry easily wins, and his tongue slips into my mouth, searching around. We go back to a normal kiss, and I lightly nibble down on his bottom lip, which admits a light grunt from Harry.

We pull apart, and I try to go for his neck. He stops me, and I pout. A highly drunk Niall pulls me away, and we grind on the dance floor. Zayns eyes are really cool. like a diamond but dark and not diamond. I hear Zayn laugh. I look at him kinda confused.

"Well it's good to know my eyes a cool."

Oh I didn't say that out loud. My thoughts are my thoughts. Maybe he's a mind reader!

"Love your talking again. I think it might be a good time to head home."

I nod and drunkenly stumble over to where Harry's standing, observing in amusement.

Fucking Christ I'd love to take him to bed.

He laughs out loud at that. Once regains his composure he pulls me into his side, my bag in his hand.

We head out side. The lights are twinkly. Like giant stars. I love stars.

Once we are all settled in the car, Liam tries to play with my hair. He has soft hands. I lean into Niall, who's next to me. His hair is like a little baby chick, all fluffy and yellow and brown. I hear Zayn laugh again. He laughs too much. Harry soon joins him. Why the fuck won't these two shut up and stop? They both laugh harder.

When we pull into the parking garage and climb out of the car, Harry comes over to me to help me get upstairs. He's sexy.

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A/N

Sorry if this chapter doesn't make sense towards the end. It's in Bri's point of view, and she's realllly drunk.

Thx my little luvys!