"I thought you said we were going to a bar?"
"Well it has a bar. So that counts, right?" Amy says taking my hand and leading the way to the end of a long line.
We show up to a big building and you can hear the loud thumping music from outside. Almost to the begining of the line, I pull out my ID and wait until it's my turn to get stamped.
Once inside, I notice this place looks nothing like a bar. Now I'm thankful Amy made me dress up this time because she took me to a club. Not a bar. Which means I will HAVE to dance. I'm not one for going out and partying. Which is why I am always the designated driver.
Amy has already managed to get someone to buy her a drink. It amazes me how fast that girl can work her shit. Not for nothing either. She will probably go home with someone tonight.
I watch as Amy holds two shot glasses in her hand filled with a brown liquid. She makes her way over and hands one to me.
"Here. I got that sucker to buy us both drinks."
I take it looking at it quizically. "What is it?"
"It's whiskey. Your favorite." She smiles at me knowing I can't say no to whiskey. It's the best thing out there.
We clink our glasses together then take the shot. She makes a weird face, not taking it down smoothly while I make no face not bothered by it.
Amy shakes her head at me. "I don't understand how you can do that with a straight face."
"Yeah well, you know why I can do that." She nodds understanding.
"Let's go dance!" Amy grabs my hand and drags me out to the dance floor. She knows I hate dancing. That's why she scored me a drink.
As soon as we make it to the dance floor, the guy who bought our drinks starts dancing with her. I just stand there not knowing what to do with myself. I can be quite awkward at times.
Amy leans forward to talk into my ear. "Just sway your hips! Someone will come dance with you!"
I start swaying my hips like she told me to and after a couple minutes, I feel hands on my hips and a front being pressed to my back. I have no idea what this guy looks like, but according to the look Amy is giving me, he's good looking. The guy she is dancing with is tall with short brown hair. He's a good one for her.
Moving his hips in time with mine, he wraps his arm around my waist and rests them low on my stomach. At this point, the one shot I took is wearing off and I start feeling weird dancing with a stranger.
"Want me to buy you a drink? You seem to be losing your rhythm." He lets go of me and I turn around to see his face. He's about the same height as me. Maybe standing a couple inches taller. If I weren't wearing heels, I would come to his chin. He blonde hair and blue eyes.
"N-no thanks. I have to drive home tonight."
"Come one. Just one drink for a pretty girl? On me?" I think about it for a minute. He seems really nice so I nodd my head accepting his offer. He takes my hand and guides me to the bar.
As soon as we get to the bar, he orders me a shot of whiskey after asking me what I wanted. We clink our drinks and then take our shots setting the gkasses down afterwards.
"So what's your name darlin?"
"Marissa. What's your name?"
"Niall. And may I say, you are absolutely stunning." I blush at his compliment and look down for a second then look back up and thank him.
He laughs and then takes my hand to lead me back to the mass of grinding bodies. We begin dancing again and I start to really feel the whiskey work its magic on me. A little too much, because the room spins for a minute. I am not a lightweight when it comes to drinking so I am confused as to why I am feeling the effects so strongly after only two drinks.
Niall wraps his arms around me tightly and rests his head on my shoulder. He begins kissing the top of my neck and I feel uncomfortable.
I feel someones eyes on me and when I look around, nobody is there except for the other people dancing and grinding on eachother. The room starts to spin again and I feel like I can't breathe.
I pry Nialls hands off me and tell him I need some air. I turn to leave but he grabs my wrist.
"Don't leave. Keep dancing with me."
I shake my head no and rush for the back doors. I push my way through sweaty bodies until I make it outside. I come out to an allyway and take a deep breath of the cool night air. I still feel really dizzy so I lean my forehead against the wall.
I hear the door opening and I find Niall looking around. As soon as he spots me, he walks over and he doesn't look happy.
"Why did you walk out?"
"I just needed some air. I'm not feeling too well." He looks at my state. I can barely stand and my eyes are droopy. I'm begining to feel like I was drugged.
"Want me to take you home?" I shake my head no.
"I have my car. I just need some water and I'll be fine."
Niall steps closer to me and he puts his hands against the wall either side of my head. "I don't think so. You're coming home with me." He then puts his face in the crook of my neck and starts kissing me roughly. I'm so out of it that when I try to push him away, he doesn't budge.
Pinning my hips against the wall, he starts lifting up my dress and trailing his hand up between my legs. At this point, whatever was in my drink, has taken over my body and I can't move to push him away or yell for help. Before he could go any further, Niall was pulled away from me and I fall to the floor.
I hear skin hitting skin and I look to find Niall on the floor unconcious. The man that hit him stands up with his back facing me. It's dark outside so I barely see his face. His silhouette looks just like the shadow figure in my dream. But, as he gets closer to me, his face gets a bit clearer. When he bends down to look at me, I try to focus on his face and find green eyes looking back at me.
Before I fell into unconciousness, all I could get out was one word.
"Harry?"
A/N: Okay!(: Soooo what do you think?
Pretty exciting stuff happening(:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I made Niall out to be a bad guy when in fact he's nothing like that. But writing this one out, I wasn't going to make him bad it just kinda happened.
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The Man of My Dreams
FanfictionMy name is Marissa Klyde and this is the story of how I met the man of my dreams. A/N: This is my first story so please be kind. I accept positive feedback with some supporting tips and advice on how I can improve my writing. Negative comments will...