Unexpected. (N.H)

12.

12.

Niall... he's so fucking confusing!

He kissed me, right? That wasn't a dream, correct? I don't think it was.

He kissed me- twice, then he started acting all... weird.

When I told Steve he kissed me he got so happy he started to cry. Then I told him about what happened after and he told me I should never associate myself with Niall again.

As much as I would love to never talk to Niall again, I know that'll never happen. He's too god damn gorgeous! Damn him, and his face! And his voice, god, his voice!

Currently I'm at work and it's been an entire day since I've seen or heard from Niall and I'm already craving his presence.

Which may be a problem because I told Steve I would never see or talk to him again... we were drunk he won't remember.

"Wake up, Prim! You've got tables to serve." Anna wakes smacks my arm, hard.

"Sorry, I'm just out of it today." I sigh and send her a small smile.

"I can tell." She rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at me.

"Steve, Prim is crushing still! " Anna yells to my best friend.

"Oh no she ain't!" He yells back, stalking over to me, ready to yell.

"I-"

I cut Steve off by saying, "wow, those people look thirsty! Better get on that. Bye!" I kiss his cheek and rush past him.

For some reason there is a lot of teenage girls here tonight, all talking about some concert but whenever they talk I space out.

"Mom, I swear Harry waved to me!" Now this gets my attention. I know a Harry. I guess there's more Harrys around here then I thought... Huh.

"I love One Direction so much!" Her friend squeals.

One Direction? Is that a band? I guess that's the concert they are all talking about.

I push all of that aside and finish my shift.

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I let out a loud groan and collapse on my old couch, glaring at the wall.

"Work is tiring." I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That's why it's called work." Steve reminds me, laughing.

"Don't be a smart ass." I snap. "Hey, let's go clubbing!" I suggest happily, when the idea came to me my mood instantly skyrocketed.

"Clubbing?" Steve contemplates, looking uneasy.

"C'mon we only have to work from twelve to ten tomorrow, pleaseee?" I beg, sticking out my bottom lip.

"It certainly beats five dollar wine..." He nods, slowly giving in.

"It does. We haven't gone in forever, Steve! C'mon we need this!" I try to convince him.

"Fine. Go get ready, I'll get the club shots ready after I finish getting ready." Steve squeals, getting excited finally.

"Club shots!" I scream, running into my room to look for my best club dress.

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"This line is huge." I complain to by best friend.

"You're the one who wanted to come." He rolls his eyes.

"True." I shrug, shivering a little from the Autumn weather and my lack of pants.

Finally a half an hour later we make it inside. The music is blasting and I'm latched onto who I'm hoping is Steve.

"Bar?" I try to scream over the music to Steve. I notice he nods, although with the lack of light it's hard to see.

When we finally reach the bar- it took awhile because this place is so crowed- we order four shots.

I down my shots on under thirty seconds, as does Steve, and we waste no time before running to the dance floor.

Both Steve and I start to dance together but are eventually taken away by other people. At that point we have both consumed quite a bit of vodka.

"Steveee," I giggle for an unknown reason.

"I'm Greg." The man I'm dancing with corrects.

"Really? I'm looking for my gay friend, have you seen him? He's kinda short, glasses and he's wearing an ugly pink bow tie." I giggle to myself.

"Haven't seen him." The guy grunts.

"Oh, well you are a very good dancer! Thank you!" I pat his chest then stumble towards the bathroom with the idea of finding Steve.

"Oh god." I hear someone moan when I get close to the bathrooms.

"Steve?" I call out and turn the corner to see who it was.

I see Steve and a girl pressed up against the wall. A giggle escapes my mouth and I quickly cover it.

"Prim, why are you laughing?" Steve whines when he sees me.

"You're gay!" I laugh loudly.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot!" He laughs, leaving the girl behind and dragging me away back to the dance floor.

Steve is a really stupid drunk, but I'm a happy drunk so we balance each other out well.

While we are walking back I notice familiar blond hair sticking up from behind a girl whose grinding on him without shame.

My mind feels like it's spinning and I suddenly no longer feel drunk. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, I can't seem to look away.

"Prim c'mon." Steve begs, then he looks in the direction I am and I feel him tense up.

"Come on, Prim. Let's get you laid." Steve commands pulling me away. "That what you need, I'll help you get laid." He promises.

And he kept his promise.

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