Niall's P.O.V
"Stace, we're gonna be late!" I yelled from the living room. Dressed and ready to go, I sighed as I waited for Stacy to get ready. I mean, I dont get it. Why do girls have to look perfect? I dont believe in anyone being perfect? "Coming." Stacy said, walking out of the bedroom and over to me.
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Okay, she looks perfect.
I licked my lips, watching as she sauntered over to me. Her skin looked tan against the color of her cream dress. Her long legs paired with unique nude heels. Her brown orbs brought out by the gold jewlery she was wearing. And her perfect, brown hair was pulled up in some kind of curly bun. She looked gorgeous.
Going to Ed Sheeran's album release party seemed like the last thing on my mind as my thoughts were now clouded with different scenerios Stacy and I could get in to,all of them ending with her dress lying on the floor.
I pressed a very hungry kiss to her lips, backing her into the bedroom. "Wait, what about Ed's party?" she giggled. God that fucking giggle, it made me tingle. A pleasant feeling really. "Ed can wait."
Summer's P.O.V
With a very revealing mini dress and a pair of kick ass shoes, it was no sweat getting into Ed Sheeran's release party. Word on the street is, One Direction was scheduled to be here, it was let down to see only four out of the five members here already.
But hey, the night is still young. Niall and his troll of a girlfriend could arrive at any minute.
And as if on cue, the doors opened and in walked the couple, attached at the hip, and looking happier than ever. So sad happiness doesnt last forever.
I watched as the couple mingled never leaving each other's side. Like, never. Making me want to puke. They're one of those types of couples. Downing my seventh shot of the night, I saw Stacy slip away from Niall and into the ladies' room. I took that as my time to go.
I waited a few seconds before going in myself, catching Stacy looking in the mirror, fixing her make up. I stumbled over to the sink, leaning against it for support. If I was gonna do this, I have to do it right. Act drunk Summer. Act drunk and helpless.
I hiccupped, a giggle escaping my lips and Stacy's. She turned to me, concern yet total amusement written all over her face. "Are you alright?" she laughed. She fucking laughed. I nodded lazily. "Im fine, just need a place to..sit?" I said, acting like I was looking for the right word.
Stacy nodded, slinging one of my arms around her shoulder, and helping me to one of the nearest tables. She sat me down in one of the chairs, handing me a glass of ice water. I gulped it down, wincing as the sharp pain of a brain freeze hit me.
I rested an elbow on the table, propping my head up with it, so I could look at Stacy who sat across from me. She didnt seem phased or scared of taking care of a drunk girl, which leads me to believe maybe she has much experience in this department.
I sat my wristlet, that contained my phone and i.d, on the table before sighing to get her attention. She turned to me with raised eyebrows. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Stacy" she smiled back. It wasnt a fake one either, it was really geniune. Genuine equals weak.
"How do you know Ed?" I asked. "My boyfriend is very good friends with him." she replied. I knitted my eyebrows together, trying to act confused. "Who's your boyfriend?"
"Niall Horan." she replied. Just by the mention of his name, her face lit up, but my stomach erupted with butterflies, so we're even. "Cool." I nodded. And then an awkward silence followed. "I should get home." I said, hopping off the chair, making sure to stumble a little bit.
Stacy rose to her feet immediately, trying to stable me on my feet. Once I looked capable enough to walk, she let me go. I power walked from the club, my back to her as I kept my head down, smirking. I ignored her calls for me to come back and kept walking into the distance.
Very aware that I left my purse on the table.
