Like Shards Of Glass (A Louis Tomlinson fan fiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            I told myself I was done drinking, but maybe I lied to myself. My life was at the center of the party, and doing nothing this Friday night seemed awful. I had gotten a raise, and well, that seemed like a good enough reason to party. I definitely wasn’t planning on getting plastered; then again, I never planned on that. It just happened.

            Just like a month before, I found myself on the dance floor, contorting my body in ways that would almost seem slutty. I wasn’t going for that though. I was just dancing, letting my body move to the beat. Dancing was one of the many things I had been gifted with, and I used that to my advantage.

            Almost every head was turned in my direction. Some faces looked almost amazed at the way I was working it, and some faces looked disgusted. I didn’t care though. At this moment, their opinion wasn’t something I was going to deal with, nor was I going to listen to. 

            Lady Gaga’s song Paparazzi came on, and it was all I could do to not think of Louis. Clearly, I hadn’t drunk enough. So, I got off the floor and went to the bar, ordering shot after shot, hoping to drown out every thought of him with alcohol. I knew Baylee would be pissed when I came home hammered, but at the moment I didn’t care; I just wanted his face and voice out of my head.

            It wasn’t normal for someone to think so much about another. In fact, it was just plain creepy. If he knew how much I thought about him, he would definitely hate me. It wasn’t natural for someone to be this fascinated by someone. I was beginning to think I needed therapy.

            I returned to the dance floor once the song was over, Blurred Lines came on, and I was back at it, dancing like I had no regrets. It wasn’t long before someone had pressed me against them, but for once I didn’t want it. I moved away, but the person persisted, pulling me back.

            I didn’t have time for this shit. I stopped moving completely; surprised I was able to function like I wasn’t drunk. Just the fact I could think clearly alerted me. I should feel light and happy, but I didn’t. I hardly even had a buzz. This didn’t make sense. I was almost positive that I had been throwing back shots of alcohol; was sure I had felt the burn down the back of my throat. So, the fact I wasn’t drunk yet was starting to worry me. There was no way someone had been taking the shots away from me, I was right there and no one had been beside me.

            I removed myself from my worried thoughts to the situation at hand. I turned in the person’s grip, finding myself face to face with someone I would’ve rather seen somewhere else. “Shit,” I muttered. “You drunk,” I asked. I wasn’t sure why I asked, but I figured it would be a good idea to know if he would remember anything in the morning.

            Louis shook his head. “Nope. You aren’t either. I was wondering when you would notice you weren’t getting a buzz.”

            I gasped and lightly punched his shoulder. “You dick! You can’t do that! I’m celebrating!”

            “Yeah, and I’m not here to see you get raped by some stranger, so please be grateful I tipped the bartender off to keep you from the alcohol. Lad thought I was crazy, but hey, everyone knows that,” Louis mused, his grip on my waist not loosening.

            I narrowed my eyes. “Will you let me go? We’re just standing here doing nothing, and I feel quite stupid, thank you.”

            Louis let go, and I walked away, towards the exit. I wasn’t having this tonight. I didn’t care if he was depressed. I wasn’t going to deal with him tonight, especially if he wouldn’t even text or call me when he clearly had my number not too long ago. I left the building, but I knew he was behind me. I sighed and turned around so I was walking backwards. “Do you mind?”