Hi again, so I'm gonna put this story up because its REALLY good, but the author said that she was going to delete it soon. So this is my way of "saving" a good story. All credit goes to kissme1D on onedirectionfanfiction.com. So Enjoy---------
The club around me pulsed, the bright strobe lights blinding me- the hot mess of sweaty, dancing people surrounded me, closing me in.
I took a deep breath to calm myself; I most definitely could not have a panic attack in the middle of a club. Looking around me, everything blurred together in mash up of lines and colors.
I'd definitely drunk way too much and I knew I'd suffer the consequences tomorrow. I tried to hold my head up higher to make myself taller in order to see the outskirts of the dance floor- the space where I could probably actually breath.
I pushed past the people hastily, not even bothering to yell over the heavy bass that poured through the speakers.
My throat was dry and aching, a familiar reminder that I needed to hydrate myself. I made my way over to the bar after finally releasing myself from that pit of terror they called 'the dancefloor'.
I leaned against the bar, calling the attention of a waiter.
"I'll have a gin and tonic, a mojito and a scotch." I breathed out my order effortlessly. "Oh and seriously- On the rocks, straight."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
The voice came from behind so it startled me, I jumped slightly my head snapping around to see who the voice belonged to.
The first thing I noticed was that he was tall, literally towering over me. His body looked lean but well built, his chest clad in a thin black t-shirt, skinny jeans riding low at his hips. An arrogant smirk plastered his face, twinkling green eyes flashed at me from the club lights.
"Well I," I said smiling tightly. "Don't give a fuck what you think."
He rose his eyebrows at me, as if he was surprised to see me bite back.
"That's a shame because I really think you should." He was beside me now, his body close enough to mine that I could smell his aftershave.
I heavily fought the urge to take a step away from him, almost repelled like a magnet to keep my distance. He was like danger personified and it terrified me. I saw from the corner of my eye that the bartender had paused, eyes wide like headlights.
"Hello?" I said, snapping my fingers. "Drinks?"
"Yes." The stranger said, in his hands a fifty-pound bill. "One Bourbon and coke and a water for the lady."
I smirked at him.
"Back of the line curly, he's getting my drinks first." I hated the way he looked at me; his eyes slowly trailing up and down whilst I was talking to him.
I didn't know which was worse- the fact he wasn't listening to me or the fact he was practically having raping me with his eyes.
"Whatever you want love-" He smiled, placing his arm around my waist. He turned towards the barman. "You heard her- get her water first."
What a cocky, fucking asshole.
I reached up to press my lips to his ear, my breath rasping.
"Whatever I want?" I whispered, pressing a kiss to his ear lobe.
I felt him smirk,the sheer arrogance and surety of it.
"You heard me love- whatever you want."
I pressed my lips back up to his ear.
