Change (Harry Styles)

"We're going clubbing" five.

“WE’RE GOING CLUBBING” Louis hollers as he jumps up and down the hallway of the recording studio.

We have just spent the whole day writing and recording new songs while I just sat in the corner and took a few photos, texted a few people and drank tea. It’s somewhat weird to think that they have recorded three songs already and not one of the voices has been edited once. They all have naturally beautiful voices. Unlike most artists these days who sound like cats when the sing live.

“No, we are not Louis” Liam patter the hyper twenty-year-old on the back in hopes to maybe calm him down a little bit before they get shouted at by their manger for being too loud.

“Cassie?” Louis turns to me, sticking out his bottom lip, trying to get me to agree with his idea of how to spend tonight, instead of just sitting at home like we have been doing the past few nights.

But, on the plus side of staying at home with them, is that I now don’t find them as annoying and I can actually have a civil conversation with them. Which makes my job easier for all of us.

My mother and father also left to nights ago to go to LA for some business meeting, so we are all home alone. And goodness knows what happens when you’re home alone, with a drunk one direction. Especially Louis cause he normally seems drunk anyways..

“I wanna go clubbing?” I shrug, agreeing with the Doncaster boy.

“YAAAAY” He cheers and runs out of the building into the crowd of fans waiting on them to come otu and sign some autographs for them.

“Smart” Liam mutters to him and follows Louis out into the black six-seater, along with the rest of us.

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I dress myself in a black and white striped leggings, and a black crop top with a white cross printed on it, matched with black heels.

I proceed down the stairs to the five young boys, who all scrub up in their ‘signature looks’ We get seated in the van and head to the party side of London.

Okay, so because these guys are just oh so smart, they decided to go to the club that is pretty much filled with celebrities, just so people don’t know they are celebrities.. that is really smart boys.

“Want a drink?” Harry whispers in my ear, still loud enough for me to hear him over the music that is blaring out of the different coloured speakers that is located all around the dance room.

Once I shook my head, he and Louis walked over to the bar, and I sat down with Liam at one of the tables along the brightly decorated walls.

A few seconds of foot taping was all that it took until I was up on the floor. I didn’t even notice my actions, but I soon found myself swaying my hips to the beat of ‘how we do’ by Rita Ora.

“you look hot when you dance like that” That all too familiar voice chuckled in my ear, grabbing my hips and dancing along with me.

“you were watching me?” I snap, taking a few steps away from the dimple boy.

He just shrugs and moves back closer to me.

“Stop it Harry. ” I yell over the music to be heard. “You’re so annoying, and a pain in the ass, you have no respect for women what-so-ever and you have no mann-“

“Are you going to kiss me yet?” He smirks, moving closer to me and placing his lips onto mine.

At first, I didn’t know what to do, I was frozen in that position, with his lips slowly melting into mine. Any girl would dream of being in my place right now, and would immediately kiss back, but what do I do? I just stand there.

I finally come to my sense and bring my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle in his soft curls, and actually kiss him back.

He slowly takes a few steps back, crashing our bodies onto the cold brick wall. His thumbs make light circular movements on my hip-bones an-

“DO YOOOU WANT A DWIIIINKK?” Louis slurs, right in our faces.  He chuckles loudly before running off to the dance floor singing Balamory. Well someone has had a little bit too much to drink tonight.

Harry sighs, before locking his green eyes with my blue ones and kisses my lightly on the tip of my nose.

He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the bar with a slight smirk on his face, and orders two shots.

He hands one to me and I knock it back, slamming the tiny cup back onto the surface of the white bar top, scrunching my nose up at the taste of the liquid going down my throat. He laughs at my face and orders more drinks.

Needless to say we all had a very eventful night. Liam was the only one who wasn’t out of his head and tried to get us to go home several times.

Louis and Niall went round the dance floor doing the Macarena with every person whilst singing The Barney theme song.

Zayn decided he would put on little show for us and put a table in the middle of the dance floor and started stripping, also singing, ‘who let the dogs out?’

Oh and I kissed Harry Styles.

Like, a lot.