Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 29

"Look Mister, we're 21, and we're going in there."  Niall demands, wrapping his arm around my waist as we try to get into Club Royale. 

"I'm sorry sir, no going in without an ID."  The bouncer argues, putting his arm up to stop Niall from passing by him. 

"Hey, Drake.  It's okay.  They're with me."  Louis shows up and drapes his arm over the bouncer's shoulders. 

"They better be 21, Tomlinson."  The bouncer growls, and shakes Louis's arm off his shoulders. 

"Don't worry so much Drake!"  Louis calls, ushering us in the club. 

"We're not 21."  I whisper harshly to Niall. 

"We are tonight."  He whispers back, disappearing for five seconds before returning with two mixed drinks.  "Drink this and forget your worries."  Niall demands, shoving one of the cups in my hand.  I sniff it before gulping down a large drink and feeling the burn of the alcohol sliding down my throat. 

"What was that?"  I ask, after I finished the cup in my hand. 

"Don't worry about it."  Niall whispers and I agree, dragging him onto the dance floor.  I feel like dancing tonight.  I get hot and sweaty, and have several more drinks before I start to really feel like the alcohol is getting to me.  Niall left some time ago to go to the bathroom and get us more drinks, but I just wanted to dance some more. 

"Damn, you sure know how to move."  Some guy compliments as I do one of my ridiculous dance moves. 

"Thanks."  I reply, doing another. 

"What's your name?"  He asks over the music. 

"Heather."  I answer, trying to avoid him. 

"My name is Jared."  He shouts again. 

"That's cool."  I slur, trying to get away from him. 

"Where you going, girl?" He asks, grabbing onto my elbow and turning me back to him.  Despite how drunk I am, my brain still works enough to tell me that Niall is not the one who is touching my arm. 

"Come on and dance with me."  The guy demands, practically yanking my body to him and he tries to grind on me.  Another hand grabs onto my arm and yanks me back out of the other man's grasp. 

My brain is telling me that Niall is standing beside me, plotting how to kill this man in the death glare I know he's giving them, but my body can't comprehend what is happening.  Niall shoves two more cups in my hands before I know what has happened. 

He lunges at the man who has a good hundred pounds on Niall, and he gets the first punch – a nice blow straight to the side of the nose. The man staggers backward before staggering up and throwing a punch back towards Niall.  I watch in horror as my boyfriend and this guy beat each other up and I can't do anything about it. 

"Niall, stop!"  I beg, tears streaming down my face. 

"Niall James Horan!"  Paul screams, running towards us from the other side of the club.  The other band members that are still coherent come rushing this way too. 

"Stop them."  I cry to Paul, pointing helplessly at the two men throwing punches on the floor.  Liam grabs onto the back of Niall's shirt and Paul pulls the other man off of him. 

"Dammit Niall!"  I scream, pounding my fists against his chest as he continues to try to get away from Liam. 

"He was hurting you.  Let me make him pay."  Niall growls, pulling against Liam's tight hold.  I look over at Paul, who has dragged the guy all the way across the club with Louis's help, and the two of them are keeping him confined in one of the corners.  I finally notice all the people who have made a sort of circle where the fight was, and they're all staring at us like we're crazy. 

"We're going home.  Will you help me get him to a cab?"  I ask Liam, suddenly feeling one hell of a lot more sober than I did five minutes ago.  Maybe it's because I'm mad at Niall.  Maybe it's because I'm mad at the other guy.  I don't know, but Liam agrees and drags Niall, who has finally stopped fighting and is slumping back against Liam, outside where the bouncer calls a cab. 

"I've got him from here.  Thanks Liam."  I assure Liam when we finally get him in the cab. 

"You sure, Heather?"  Liam asks, a worried look crossing his face. 

"I'm sure.  I've dealt with his kind before."  I reply, giving him a hug before sliding in beside the incoherent boy.  The cabbie gives me a sympathetic glance when I tell him the hotel we're staying at. 

"Do you need help getting him to your room?"  The cabbie asks when we finally arrive at the hotel. 

"No, but thanks for offering.  I can get it."  I smile and hand him some money before pulling Niall out of the car.  Lucky for me, the ride to the hotel was long, and Niall was able to think about things, and sober up a bit enough to where he can stand on his own.  I drag him into the lobby and force him to sit on a chair and force him to drink some water. 

"Wh-hy are y-you being l-like this?"  Niall stutters and slurs at the same time. 

"Because you're drunker than shit, and you need to sober up!"  I exclaim, feeding him pieces of a dry bagel that was on the counter of the food lounge. 

"But I'm s-sober."  Niall tries. 

"Not even close."  I reply, eating a piece of the bread myself because I'm not 100% either.  Niall pouts for another thirty minutes, slowly eating the bagel and drinking water until I'm convinced he can at least ride an elevator without throwing up all of the alcohol he consumed at the bar. 

I help him stand before we slowly make our way to the elevator.  I press the button that leads to our room, and the doors close, carrying us up.  When the doors open again, we make our way off, and down the hall to our room. 

"Sit on the bed while I get ready."  I demand, pushing him on the bed, where he proceeds to fall over.  I roll my eyes and head back to the sink to wash my face and put my hair up in a messy bun before taking the dress off in the middle of the room, wadding it up and leaving it on the floor before putting on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in.  I go back and brush my teeth, and get a toothbrush ready for Niall. 

"Niall."  I yell into his ear, making him sit up.  "Come brush your teeth."  I ask, helping him stand and he stumbles to the sink and picks up the toothbrush.  I watch as he brushes his teeth and rinses before I allow him to go back to the bed. 

"Just take your clothes off and crawl in bd."  I sigh, giving up on the drunken boy. I help him take his clothes off, but when he reaches for the boxers, my hand stops him. 

"Leave those on."  I demand. 

"What?  Don't you wanna have a little fun tonight?"  He whines. 

"No.  No lay down and go to sleep."  I demand, crawling under the covers and turning off the light.  Niall sighs and crawls under the blankets too, and I scoot my body closer to his.  Even though I may be mad at him, it still hurts to sleep away from him.  Niall frowns.  ady find out about this?