Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

1.

"I'll have 4 shots please," I shouted to the bartender over the music that was blaring loudly through the whole club. Even the floor was shaking from the heavy beat of it. He nodded and grabbed 4 shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.

"Here you go miss. On the house," he said with a wink and walked away.

"Oooo someone has a crush on you," my best friend said. She nudged me and laughed.

"Fuck off Liv. He winked at me," I said to her but I laughed along with her anyway. There was no harm in a bit of light joking.

"TO BEING 19!" Liv yelled ,holding her shot glass high in the air.

"YEAH!" I shouted and took my shot.

The burning liquid ran down my throat and I stood up.

"Let's go dance!" I shouted at Liv. I had to shout other wise it would've been impossible for her to hear me. She grinned and stood up.

I skipped towards the dance floor and swished my curls. Suddenly, a man turned around and I nocked straight into him.

Beer spilled all over me, ruining my dress.

"No no no! My new dress" I said.

I didn't give the man time to say anything to me before marching off to the toilets. Liv followed behind me calling my name but I didn't turn around.

"I have to get this out my dress before it stains permanently," I mumbled.

When I got to the bath room I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and made it wet under the tap. I started scrubbing at my dress violently but nothing happened.

The door of the bathroom opened and Liv walked in.

"Hey babe. I'm sorry about your dress. Men are dicks sometimes," she reassured me. I sighed and nodded. They really were.

"I think I'll go back to the hotel. I don't really feel like partying anymore. Not when my new dress is ruined," I told her.

She smiled sympatheticly and hugged me.

"Don't wait up for me. I could be out all night," she joked but I knew she would easily stay out all night. I laughed and nodded again.

"See you tomorrow," I shouted on my way out the bathroom.

A cold hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a small side room in the club. The man was taller than me and had fluffy, blonde hair. His eyes were a piercing blue and scanned my stained dress. He wore black trousers and a blue checkered shirt with the top 2 buttons undone. His hand let go of me and fell back next to his side.

"If your planning on kidnapping me then I would advise you not to. I eat a lot of cake so you won't be able to carry me," I said.

"Actually I wanted to say sorry for spilling my drink all over your dress. I can see its stained and I was going to offer to buy you a new one," the man said. He had an Irish accent that stood out immensely clearly in his voice despite all the alcohol I'd had. All of a sudden it hit me of wear I'd seen him before.

"Oh my god! Your Niall Horan, from one direction!" I gasped.

He smiled an awkward smile and shrugged his shoulders, "Thats me."

"Well, that doesn't stop me from doing this."

I lifted my hand up and tried to slap him but the alcohol finally hit me and I threw up all over the floor. My stomach churned and I threw up even more.

I felt the same cold hand brush against my neck and gather my hair into a bundle. I threw up a bit more and fell to my knees.

"Umm I'm going to go now," I told Niall.

When I stood up to leave though I felt dizy and my head started spinning. Without warning my body fell but Niall caught me. My eyes fell shut despite me trying to keep them open and I quickly fell asleep. I didn't mean to, I just did. And I didn't wake up.