ghost of you | a.i.

Chapter Four

 The concert went smoothly. Of course, it did, we always did a fantastic job during concerts. Being a new band and all, it was not expected of us to do fantastic. Whatever though, I enjoyed preforming with my brothers. That includes the boys of One Direction.

The music was blaring. I was worried that the neighbors might try calling the cops. We had highjacked a groupie's parents' house for the evening to throw our party. Her parents were out of town for the night which was perfect for us and what a coincidence. It was getting close to about midnight and I was antsy to see Cora. She hadn't showed up yet.

"Dude," Calum shouted over the music in my ear. "Quit having your eyes on the door. She probably isn't going to show up."

I shot daggers at him. How did he know? They went to our concert. I sighed knowing he was probably right. She would have been here by now if they were going to show up. The party was really starting now but any hard core fan would have showed up early.

"There are plenty of hot girls," Harry said, coming up behind me and grabbing my shoulders. He rubbed them rather harshly. "And you're standing here just looking at the door. Get some action. Score tonight. Don't wait around for some girl."

I nudged him in the chest with my elbow to get him off my shoulders. "Okay," I said, looking between both of my friends. "Okay, I'll try to stop thinking about her."

They both looked at me sideways. They didn't believe me. I maneuvered into the kitchen to our right, where a group of girls were hanging out. I grabbed a bottle of something clear and walked over to them, a grin plastered on my face.

"Body shots?" I asked the beautiful group of girls.

They giggled and agreed. I helped one of the girls on to the island and then looked at the bottle I had in my hand. Don Julio silver. Tequila. Not a bad choice.

"Is there any salt?" I asked, looking to the other two tanned brunettes.

"Oh my god," the blonde on the table said. "Ashton Irwin is about to do a body shot off of me. The Ashton Irwin."

One of the girls handed me salt and I pushed the girl's shirt up. She squirmed slightly from excitement. I made a small line on her stomach and poured some tequila in her belly button. Somehow a lime appeared on the other side of her button from the salt. I licked up the salt and quickly took the shot and the lime made it into my mouth. All three of the girls giggled. We rotated between girls and soon we were all three at least five shots in. I. Was. Feeling. Good. And plus, I hadn't thought about the girl from the record store for a while. I ended up on the dance floor with one of the brunettes. Probably the sluttiest out of the three of them. Who knows? Her name was Deb. She seemed pretty cool but also really ditsy. I wouldn't say that to her face however.

We ended up in the middle of the throng of people. I could feel the alcohol in my system. Dragging at my limbs and making me feel sluggish. My head feeling like I was full of air and constantly swaying. Her ass pressing into my crotch and moving around in circular motion. She knew what she was doing. Her ass shifted from side to side as she moved down. Deb turned to face me on her way up, her hips pressing into mine. Her lips kissed gently into my collar bone and slowly started to make her way up my neck. My eyes closed and I groaned.

"I can't believe you made me come," a voice said behind me, shouting over the music.

"If you didn't meet Harry Styles, you would never have forgiven yourself," another voice said. I sort of recognized those voices. "Plus, Ashton was totally hitting on you."

"He was not," the first girl said, and some bumped into Deb and I. I turned and my eyes met sparkling blue eyes. "Sorry- Ashton!"

She showed up. I grinned and pushed Deb away. Deb tried to turn me back around, but I just waved her away. Cora was here. She showed up. She actually showed up.