Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 9- Party All The Time

Chapter 9

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I don't know what I expected of a Los Angeles club. I knew it would be loud, and indeed it was. I kept seeing faces that looked familiar, and I knew "The Vista" was certainly an A-list club.

The space was dark with a blue tinge coming off the central dance floor, which was crowded with people. An upstairs balcony overlooking the dance floor housed the VIP tables for those who had ordered bottle service. For the rest of the clubbers, a bar stretched across the right side of the room, a chrome and onyx block with tons of bottles lined up along the shelves. Chic metal stools lined across the front of the bar, and they were filled with people asking for more booze. I noticed that the female bartenders were wearing clothes that would make a nun crack out the meter stick. More servers circled the room, serving drinks off large cicular trays.

The atmosphere itself was energetic and wild. Everybody had come to have a good time, and it seemed like everybody was loaded. The packed dancefloor was like a single pulsing body, dancing to the beats pounding from the DJ booth located on the left side of the room. The DJ played fast paced dance songs that kept the crowd going. I could look inside the crowd and see the most provocative outfits ever, and I was suddenly glad I had chosen the dress I had. I looked like a stepford wife compared to the messy girls with their bared chests and drunken dancing in the club. I saw more than one girl be escorted out by security, their messiness too much to take. What an embarassment.

The group parted ways, and the rest were lost in the large crowd. I flashed Harry a large smile, and holding hands we made our way to the bar. I knew Harry was no stranger to drinking, and neither was I. I may be seen as a good girl, but I certainly know how to party.

As we crossed the floor to the bar, the bartender walked over to us, flashing a flirty smile towards Harry.

"Welcome to The Vista, happy to be of your service" the woman began, smiling directly at Harry, not paying any attention to me. "What can I get for you this fine evening" she said in a purr.

"What would you like Onika?" he asked me, pointedly flashing me a grin. I saw the hopeful look on the bartender's face slihde completely off, her eyes darting to his hand wrapped around mine. Smile gone, she looked at me with cold eyes.

"Wanna do something fun?" I said, waggling my eyebrows. Harry raised his own, and smiled his mischeivous smile, teeth showing.

"One round of Kamikaze shots please" I said with confidence. I saw Harry shake his head and laugh. I smugly watched the bartender pour the vodka and mix the shots. It was going to be an interesting night.

As the bartender slid us our shots, Harry paid for the round. The bartender, now bored with us, went to attend to another customer.

"Bottoms up" I said beaming, clinking my glass against his.

"Cheers" he replied, and we downed our shots.

I've always been able to down shots no problem, and the alcohol always affected my petite body quickly. I began to feel my head go light, and we ordered another round. By the end of this glass, I knew I was getting drunk. The lights were brighter, the sound was louder, and somehow Harry looked even more beautiful. I started to involuntarily giggle, and somewhere in my mind told me to stop drinking. I didn't want to be a mess. But we downed another round, and I knew I had reached my limit where I could still retain some self respect. Harry was almost as drunk as me, as he smiled and reached out for my face. I giggled at his touch, thwn whispered in his ear.

"Let's go dance" I insisted, wobbling as I stood up. I took his hand and pulled him towards the full dancefloor towards the middle of the crowd. The whole place was warm and crowded, the way I liked my dancefloor. The beat was infectious, and I danced until I was unbearably warm. Harry kept his hands on my waist, and he kissed me every few minutes. We danced together for what felt like hours, our bodies moving and swaying to the beat of the bass, the sound of the synth. We were singing offtune to the music, laughing at our own expense. I felt like we were in a personal bubble, even though I felt the jealous glare of girls piercing my back. I didn't let them even enter my mind; I was in such a blissful state that time itself seemed to stop.