Opposites ~ n.h (rewriting)

Chapter 9: Intoxicated Kissing.

"Hey Luna, I've got my friend to watch Liz tonight. Do you want to come clubbing tonight.?" Nialls asks as soon as I pick up the phone. "Uhm  hey, I'm not sure.." I really don't feel like dealing with a Niall who is completely wasted and high as fuck. "Ah please, I won't use any. I promise." He can hear the doubt in my voice. "Yeah, and what about drinking and how are we going back home?" I ask him. He really needs to think this through. "Come on you can't stop me from drinking." He whines. "Niall, I've seen how you are under influence of alcohol and I really don't feel like dealing with that." I sigh. "No really that's the drugs working. To answer your last question: I live in the centre so we can walk and you can stay over at my place." I sigh and give in. I'm going out with Niall.  A few weeks ago I had promised myself to never speak to him again and now that shit is backfiring in my face, hard. I kind of like being with Niall, only when he didn't use anything, Niall is actually really funny and sweet. It's just that the intoxication brings out the demons. I slowly get up to get ready, not really wanting to go and get all dressed up. I'd rather go in my sweats. I pull on black skinnies - what a surprise - ,a black lace crop top and a cardigan to cover up my arms. 

Niall: I'll pick you up in half an hour, okay? 

Luna: Yeah sure, see you then xx

I go back to doing my make up. Nothing special, just a little bit of eyeliner and mascara. I don't do foundation, I don't have the perfect skin, but that doesn't stop me from showing it. People should be able to see you without make up, because everyone is beautiful in their own way, you don't need a perfect skin or face for that. Anyways, -I have too many emotional thoughts- I move on to my hair and just let it fall from my braid. It has some loose curls and a lot of volume, but tonight it actually works. Soon there's a knock on my door and I open it to reveal Niall in black jeans, tank top and black jacket. Damn he looked hot. What am I thinking? "Hi Luna." He smiles. Shit he probably knows I'm staring. "Hey Niall." Act natural. He leads me down to his car and I take a seat beside him. "You look good, Luna." He says as he starts the engine. I blush. Damn I hate that I blush so fast. "Thanks, you too." I answer, looking at my feet. "You can look at me when we talk, I won't hurt you." He chuckles. "I know but I'm blushing and I don't want you to see my tomato head." I confess. "You look fine, you're not a tomato and if you were, you would be a goddamn hot tomato." Here I go blushing again. "You're not helping Niall!" I laugh. "I like teasing." He smirks. The rest of the ride is filled with laughter. 

We went to Niall's place before walking to the pub. Niall told me he'd rather leave his car at home than leave it at the pub for a whole night. He asked me if I liked watching Eliza yesterday and I told him that I had actually enjoyed it more than I though. That reminded me of the nightmare thing and I made a mental note to ask him about that after tonight. I figured that I better wait because of the way he reacted last time. 

When we arrived at the club we went straight to the bar for a drink. Niall grabbed a beer as I sipped a bottle of Jillz. "You want some?" Niall asked sticking out his bottle. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "No thanks. I'm not really a beer fan." I told him. He shrugged his shoulders. "More for me then." He smirked. That kid is going to get so drunk tonight. I promised myself earlier to keep it to one drink, but I just really wanted to have a good time so I decided to forget about that. I drank bottle after bottle of Jillz and took shot after shot. Soon my vision was blurry and my mind cloudy. I couldn't think straight. Niall was the same, we were pretty drunk. Not too far gone, but far enough to not really think about what we were doing. We danced all night when suddenly Niall leaned in. "Come with me." He said in my ear. I let him take my arm and drag me outside into an alley. I was too drunk to be intimidated or scared by the way he pushed me against the wall. I looked at him. All he was doing was staring in my eyes and it made me feel weird. Like I was some kind of work of art, something precious and worth a lot, that's the way he looked at him. I barely felt my cheeks burn due to the alcohol but I'm pretty sure my cheeks were bright red.