He groaned and rolled his eyes at me. I am now greatful of Louis, him making me pack a few things.
We headed to the hotel I had seen online. It was a really nice hotel, Louis would be staying her while in London and I'd be here just a few days with him. We got to the front desk, booked a room and headed towards the stairs. Yes, I said stairs. Why you may ask? I am deathly scared of elevators. And spiders, big ones. (A/N: that sounded wrong! Sorry you dirty minded people, like me *cough* Lainey!) That's pretty unfortunate considering pretty much all I wear consists of heels, good excersize though! Maybe that's how I keep my figure?
We walked up 7 flights of stairs, me carrying my, and Louis carrying his, tote, until we made it up to our hotel room. After fiddling with the door card and opening the door, "Finally!" Louis sighed, "We're here! I thought we'd never get up those stairs!" He exclaimed, wore out. I just giggled as he collapsed like lifeless goo on the couch. He looked over at me, looking me up and down for any signs of exhaustion, "How did you just do that in those shoes?!" He asked, stopping at my TOM's wedges.
I just shrugged and proceeded to our one bed bedroom to change into proper clubbing attire. Look at me, sounding all posh and proper! I dropped my duffel bag on the foot of the bed, digging through it, looking for my tight, strapless hot pink body con dress and black pumps with a bow on the ankle part. I grabbed that outfit, my shower/hygiene stuff along with my makeup bag and headed into the ensuite bathroom. I shouted to Lou, "Get ready, I plan on leaving in an hour!" I then ran shower water and jumped in, free of clothing, just how I like it.
I took about 10 minutes for a shower. I say that's pretty good if you consider shaving and that stuff.
I dried off quickly then shimmied into my dress before applying little makeup, just some mascara, liquid black eyeliner, pink lipgloss, and smoky eyeshadow. I slipped my heels on and did a once over in the body mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I look pretty damn hot if I do say so myself! My dress came about mid thigh and was low cut. I walked out and slipped some money and my phone in my bra and grabbed the room key and my car keys before strutting out of the bedroom to find Louis stuffing his face with carrots. "Well, one things for certain," I said, Louis looking over at me, raising an eyebrow, "you'll never go blind." He just laughed as I stood there hands on hips in the doorway. I took that opportunity to look at his outfit. He was wearing his signature stripes with jeans and Nike hightops. Probably one of the only times I'll see him without TOMS on. I walked over to the couch, where he was sitting, and grabbed his hand leading him towards the door.
It was about a 20 minute drive to the club we were going to. I made Lou put my keys and our room key in his pockets, seeing as I didn't have any, and decided to leave my phone in the car. Weirdly, there wasn't a bouncer at the door so I didn't have to go back to the car to get my ID -I'm not 18 yet, okay?-. We walked in and found an empty booth to sit in. I went up to get drinks, neither one of us had any hard liquor, I had to drive and Lou had somewhere to be tomorrow.
We -well, I- mostly just danced. It was fun, I would go and sexy dance in random guys just to see what they looked like when I walked away- distressed facial features with a "disturbance in the force". I would then comense giggling at their hilarious state, each time making my way back and forth from the table for a drink.
I was on my 50th ,it seemed, of such fun. On my way back out, a guy I'd danced on not long ago came from behind me and placed a hand in my bum. I stopped in my tracks, "If you plan on keeping your hand, I suggest you remove it from my arse." I growled through gritted teeth.
He grabbed my hip with his other hand, forcing himself against me, "Mm, feisty." He growled back seductively.
"Ew! Get away from me you creep!" I screeched back struggling to pry him off of my hips.
