Sweeran One-shots

Neon Lights

by wonderstay on tumblr

Bright colors. That was all I could see.

It was everywhere. Even on me. Once I put alcohol in my mouth, everything became confusing. It wasn't bad, just confusing. Slow.

I was fascinated by the people dancing around me covered in all these colors. But I was looking for someone. Someone who didn't want to be found.

Disappointed, I looked down at the glass of vodka in my hands, the kind of drink I normally considered too strong, but right now, it kept me from thinking about last night. As long as my mind was trapped in all of these people, I was willing to drink that whole bar liquor storage.

Getting lost in the neon paint that ran around the left side of my neck to my jaw, I observed my strapless white dress glowing with all the lights in the room. Curlier than usual, my hair fell on the non-painted side of my neck. I played with it for a moment until Sarah showed up on my side.

"There you are! I was looking for you!" She said, as I drank the whole glass all at once. "What a hell of a party!" The drink's acidity tearing down my throat made me dizzier than I already was, so I just nodded.

"I've never been in one of these..." Sarah started saying, but a happy Selena interrupted her, yelling:

"You're welcome!" Grimacing, I turned my face away to face the bartender.

"Another one" I placed my cup on the counter and he filled it again.

"Taylor..." Selena started. I walked away, and thankfully, none of them stopped me.

The last thing I wanted to do was discuss Selena's problems with Justin. All of it reminded me of my relationship with Jake: He does something wrong, they break up, he apologizes, they go back together. I managed to end up with everything. But Selena couldn't. I was tired of the same things, and she wouldn't let me help her. Everytime I gave her an advice, she chose the other way.

She knew I was mad at her for not listening to me. I just couldn't talk to her right now. And this was her party. Caitlin forced me to come here and take my mind away from all the problems. Well, at least it was working. But how am I supposed act in a party organized by someone I'm not talking to in the moment?

Leaning on the nearest wall, I drank a little more. When I finished the glass again, I found myself sitting on the floor with my head between my knees. Every thought I was trying to avoid so much the whole night came to me again.

Last night. At my house. I confessed my feelings. He didn't believe me. We fought. All I could think of was his surprised face. He was probably playing dumb because he didn't feel the same way. Looking at his expression felt like someone was punching me right in stomach. I was so stupid. Now I had lost him.

When I first got here, I looked for him in every inch of this place, to try to explain myself. To apologize. He was here. He was just ignoring me.

I just didn't want to lose our friendship. I couldn't lose him. I should have kept my mouth shut.

"Are you okay?" Did I just hear a British accent?

No.

I was just too drunk.

"No" I think all the alcohol removed my ability to filter my answers before putting them out. "I mean, yes" I said, without raising my head to face whoever that was.

"Taylor" Didn't I hear wrong? Was it really him?

It was him.

My name pronounced with his strong, recognizable accent stood out even with the electronic music in the room.