Thin White Lies | a.i.

Fifteen Part 1

Somehow, Michael had gotten Lily into this bar. Somehow, Calum had ordered the boys and her a round of shots each. Somehow, Lily was now, for the first time in her life, drunk out of her mind. Somehow, Luke was okay with this.

Her mother was going to kill her, but she couldn't think of that right now. She had her head tipped back, alcohol running down her throat, leaving behind a burning sensation that she both loved and hated at the same time. She felt as if it were coursing through her entire body, filling her up with a rush like no other.

Lily slammed the empty shot glass on the table, throwing her hands above her head and screaming in happiness to no one in particular.

At some point, she'd lost the boys, running off to dance or pee or get some air. She wasn't sure, she couldn't quite remember. All she knew was that she was going to wake up with a killer head ache in the morning, but right now, she didn't give two f--

"Come here often?" The sound of a deep, Australian accent rumbled against her neck, so close to her eat it gave her goose bumps. A chill runs down Lily's spine as she feels his arms creep around her waist, pulling her in to him.

She tip her head back, smiling. "Ashy," she breathes.

"I've been looking all over for you, princess," he pouts, turning her around in his arms. "Where'd you run off to?"

Lily shrugs innocently, looking as sweet as ever and Ashton desperately wishes he could be sober right now and that his mind and heart would stop playing tricks on him and convincing him that she feels the same. He's been watching her all night, keeping an eye out as the hours passed by, as she got more and more drunk. At about ten she'd been tipsy, and almost cute as she danced with Mike and Calum, throwing her hair around, smiling like crazy.

But now, midnight, she was just plain drunk. Sloppy, careless, drunk. But hey, so was Ashton. What could possibly go wrong?

"Dance with me, Lily," he demands roughly, gripping her hips tighter then he's ever touched her before.

Lily reacts without thinking, nodding her head and letting Ashton drag her through the heavily packed club, all the way to the middle of the dance floor.

"Hey!" Michael shouts over the thumping bass and blaring music. "Lily!"

"Yo!" Calum yells, nudging Lily's shoulder lightly. "Thought we lost you, Lil Hemmo."

Luke sends her a big toothy grin, punching his hands in the air to the beat. Lily starts to move, copying a very drunk Luke in throwing her arms around, punching invisible walls as the song changed to a much deeper bass line, shifting the mood of the club entirely. Michael pulls the girl beside him to his chest, touching her all over in a way Lily had never seen him do before. Her eyes grow wide as she watches her best-friend-basically-brother dirty dance with a random blonde.

Calum and Luke muck around together, twirling each other around like the giant doofaces they are. Lily peals her eyes from Michael, giggling at her brother and Cal as they spin and dip and what seems to be an impression of twerking to the music.

Large hands grip at her waist, pulling her backward, and suddenly she's flat against someone's chest, her backside dangerously close to his lower region. Her eyes shoot open as his grip tightens, pulling her hips closer, so close she can feel more of him than she's ever felt before. Lily hardly realises they're moving to the beat before Ashton's lips are at her ear once more, growling deeply, sending her heart into over drive as butterflies erupt in her stomach.

She reaches her arms up, wrapping them around his neck as he moves her hips against his pelvis roughly, not a care in the world for who's around them and just how dangerously heated the moment was getting.