Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

After falling asleep for what felt like ten minutes, I was abruptly woken up by Niall yanking on the jacket, dragging me to the floor. He laughed as I groaned and writhed on the floor, my eyes glaring at him as I sat up.

      “Get up, we’re going out.”I scoffed at him, rubbing my head and yawning slightly as I looked outside to still see pitch black.

            “Why can’t I just stay here while you go whatever?” I inquired and he bent down to force me up, a grin on his face.

            “You don’t have a choice.” I shook off his grasp as I looked down at my watch to see it had only been thirty minutes since I had fallen asleep. Reluctantly I went upstairs to change, merely slipping on a pair of jeans and a simple t shirt under a jacket. Walking back downstairs, Niall raised his eyebrow at my change of clothes, an unsatisfied look on his face. I brushed past him towards the door as I wasn’t in the mood to hear him complain how slutty I didn’t look. I climbed into the waiting car and spread myself out in the backseat, hoping to get some more shuteye during the ride.

      As soon as the car door opened next to me, I was promptly shoved against the other side of the door, my head colliding with the door panel. I let out a small groan as Niall sat next to me, an irritated look on his face. Sitting up, I rubbed my head slightly as it began to pound from the pain and lack of sleep. Regardless I kept my mouth shut for the duration of the ride as I leaned against the window watching the landscape whiz by.

      We ended up in downtown Dublin, many people roaming the streets since it was a weeknight. Colorful neon lights glowing from the bars lit up the sidewalk as the night was getting later, and faint thumps emitted from the blaring music even from inside the car. Stopping at traffic light and crosswalk, many of the people walking fell silent around the car, recognizing the 13 style of a murdered out vehicle. My eyes followed the huge group of people as they passed by, grateful they weren’t able to see inside.

      Driving a bit further, I was surprised to see that we had stopped outside a small and dimly lit boutique. Throwing me off even further, Niall wordlessly stepped out and walked inside without so much of a glance. I sat in the car, the idling engine the only noise as even the escort seemed to be perplexed by Niall. After a minute or two he returned holding a small bag and slid back in the car, throwing the bag at me. I caught it and pulled out a tiny dress made out of thin, stretchy fabric.

      “Put it on.” I suddenly heard Niall say, and I looked up to see him silently studying me.

      “What?” I retorted, holding up the dress and examining to reveal it was slightly see through and a size too small. “You’ve got to be ki-“ I began to protest.

      “I won’t fucking tell you again.”He angrily interrupted me, shushing my voice. I felt my cheeks burning red as I slowly began to undress in the car, slipping my shirt over my head and wriggling out of my jeans. Finally now just in my underwear, I slid the way too tight dress on, pulling it down unsuccessfully to only have it reach just past my thighs. I sighed, uncomfortable and embarrassed beyond belief as I looked up to see the escort peering at me through the rearview mirror. As my eyes met his, he looked away and I turned to look at Niall, annoyed. He gave me an approving nod as we turned back around to head towards the bars. We stopped at a crowded nightclub, a huge line wrapping around the building as people jeered at the bouncer to let them in.

      I hesitated getting out of the car, only moving when Niall grabbed my hand and compelled me to follow him. I kept close by his side as he bypassed the line and greeted the bouncer, who let him in with a smile as if they were old friends. Inside the club there was deafening hip hop music pouring from the speakers surrounding a gigantic dance floor. The only lighting was colorful sporadic spotlights illuminating various spots around the room as they rapidly moved about.