Rachael

Rachael 33

Ch.33

Rachael p.o.v

The music was loud enough to where I couldn't hold a conversation with out forgetting that I was talking so I was rambling about something I didn't hear myself say. I'm at that party Calum was talking about and it took place at a packed club. I only got in because I was with them though.

I changed of course, into a loose knit black and grey striped cropped sweater. It was really comfortable really. I matched it with an all black skater skirt that met half way down my thighs with a thin tan belt. And lastly, I was wearing a light but dark tan coloured boots with a three inch heel. It has a useless buckle around the ankle but it still looked nice. I had bought this outfit last week with some other things, including what I wore earlier.

I was most definitely standing out due to my grey chunky knit beanie. Other girls wore too short and tight of dresses, short skirts with small and very cropped shirts. But I didn't care if i stood out though, I've alway stood out apparently. People always called me an outcast because I loved wearing black, was depressed and some other things but I didn't care but I cared a lot. You see where my problem was? I didn't care but at the same time I did. I'd wake up in the morning not wanting to go school but freaking out if I did because I thought I would fail or all my friends would hate me the next day when I came back.

"What kind of juice do you have?" I yelled over to the bartender in front of me. He laughed at my question but I just shrugged my shoulders.

"We have Hawaiian punch," He offered and I didn't take a minute less to respond.

"Mix that with vodka!" I yelled again while smirking. "Grey Goose, original." I said loosely. He nodded his head, mixed my drink and set it down in front of me. I gave him a thanks and walked over to where the boys were.

Girls were flirting with Michael, Calum and Harry. Luke was talking to the guys but when I walked over to Ashton, his gaze fixed on me and never left. I took a sip of my drink which stung my throat slightly but I got over it. Before I could sit down fully, Ashton pulled me into his lap, I was self conscious for a moment about all my weight being on him but decided to pretend I was unfazed by it.

"Hey," Ashton whispered closely in my ear so I could hear it over the noise. He took my drink out of my hand and looked at it for a moment.

"You seriously got juice?" He chuckled at me and set it on the table. "You making it obvious that you're underaged." He whispered in my ear again.

"Taste it." I demanded. He chuckled again and put the drink to his pink lips. A sour look was planted on his face and I laughed at him, taking my drink back.

"Well that was shocking," He looked at my drink before looking back into my eyes. "But I'll be taking sips every once in a while." He winked at me but I just scoffed.

•••

Wasted would be the best word to describe my state at the moment. I've had four or five vodka and juices and boy have they kicked in. Everybody besides Liam, Eleanor, Luke and Zayn were drunk.

I was currently straddling Ashton in the booth while playing with his hair. His hands were gripping my waist. His eyes were closed, he looked so relaxed and at peace. The rest of the guys were on the dance floor, sitting with their girlfriends or ordering more drinks. Louis' girlfriend, Eleanor, had her head hung low, looking at the phone in her lap.

Ashton soon opened his eyes lazily and smiled lazily at me.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered but loud enough for me to hear. I smiled back and kept playing with his hair. He hung his head on my shoulder and rested it there for a while before kissing my neck gently. His lips traveled up my neck, trying to find my 'spot'. It didn't take long for him to find, it was dead center in the middle of the side of my neck. His kissing soon turned into sucking, making me moan. His smile was evident against my neck. My fingers tugged on his hair, making him moan this time. I rolled my head to the side, giving him easier access. I felt his teeth nibble slightly at my neck, he kissed the spot one last time before moving to another spot but being rougher. His hands moved to my hips and his grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging in my hips. I moaned again but lower making him moan. My fingers were still tangled in his wavy hair, running my fingers through it. I felt him bite on my neck again and I tugged at his hair again.