One Direction Imagines

Club Night With Louis Tomlinson Part One (Edited)

****Imagine******

It was the middle of the summer. The blazing hot sun was beating down on you. It almost made you want to live in a freezer, where it was so much cooler. Even the inside of your house with air conditioning on wasn't good enough to cool you down. You opened up the front door of your house and found yourself sitting under big ass tree on your property.  The shade gave way for a beautiful breeze. You smiled to yourself, finally getting some cool air. Maybe the air conditioning is broken, you thought to yourself.

As you remained in thought, you were startled by a shiny Toyota Carota which just rolled up in front of your house. The car had several scratches on it, but still looked brand new at the same time. It looked almost as if it just got cleaned. A girl opened up the door to the drivers side. She got out of the car, blonde hair flowing in the wind. She pushed her sun glasses up and walked on over to where you were sitting.

"Hey, Steph!" You said to her with a huge grin on your face. Steph is your best friend of six years.

"Hey (Y/N)! So! For your twenty-first birthday, we have to go to a bar! Then to a club! What do you say?" She asked with a glow to her aura.

You pondered to yourself, thinking about it. You wondered if it would be the best idea to do. Than again, you just turned twenty-one today. You finally decided and said "sure!"

"Yay!!" Steph exclaimed happily. She then looked up with an expression of surprise and said, "oh! Guess who's going to be at the club I'm taking you to!"

"Who?" You ask, knowing its best not to guess, in fear of getting the answer wrong. Also the fact that you had no clue whatsoever who it could be.

"One Direction!" She proclaimed.

"You're joking" You simply state, this has got to be a practical joke.

"No I'm not! Come on. Let me get you cleaned up." She said. She grabbed your hand and helped you up. She led you all the way to your own bedroom and ordered you to sit on the bed.

"Kinky." You joked.

"That's for later, and not for you!" Steph joked along with you. She hovered over you dresser and began the quest for the perfect outfit.

"Hm, so, Do you want to wear a dress or shorts and a tank top?" She asked. 

"I'm not sure, what would look good on me?" You ask casually. You're not one to dress up all the time so this was kind of odd for you.

"A dress I think. It won't be too showy, easy to get off, cute, stylish, and possibly something you never wore before!" Steph began looking in drawers and bags trying to find the perfect dress. Eventually, she found a black dress. The dress was cut low in the front, giving some exposer of the chest area, but not too much to be labeled as a slut or show off. It looked as if it would wrap around your body perfectly. It would come down mid thigh, so it wasn't too short either. Both you and Steph smiled at the dress.

Finally, after hours of working on the eye shadow effect, manicures, pedicures, burns from curling irons and blow dryers, and lots of swearing, you two were finally done.

"Wow, you look stunning. Let's go out and party!" Steph exclaimed happily.

"Wanna skip the bar and go straight to clubbing?" You asked.

"Let's do this girl!"

To be continued. 

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*Hey guys. So what do you think of the imagine so far? If you want a personal imgine, inbox me (or comment) your name, which boy, and if you want a dirty, sweet or romantic one. I'll write part two pretty soon. Byes!*