Crossroads of Life

Chapter 5

Bailey’s POV:

“I don’t know how you do this all the time!” I sighed to Danielle as we stepped into the club, pushing past the bright flashes of the cameras. We had used the back door, but still managed to be swarmed with paparazzi.

I met Danielle in the van on the way over to the club. She sat on Liam’s lap the entire way here. She talked to me most of the time though; she was friendly and seemed glad to have another girl. I couldn’t get over the way Liam beamed at her when she talked. They were one of the cutest couples I had ever seen.

“You get used to it,” she said casually as she trailed behind Liam, her fingers intertwined with his.

The door of the club swung open and out poured loud upbeat music. I felt one of the boys put their hand on the back of my shoulder to guide me through the heavy mass of people.

Liam and Danielle escaped onto the dance floor as the rest of us made our way to the bar to order a drink. I went last and the boys waited for me to order, sipping their own drinks in the meantime.

I asked the bartender for something I heard was a must drink in England. When I did, Harry ,who had been staring at the dance floor snapped his head around, Zayn nearly spit out his drink, Louis looked at me in shock, his mouth slightly open, and Niall just yelled, “Yeah budaaay! Way to be!” and gave me an eccentric high five.

“What?” I asked innocently. I could the blood rush to my cheeks as I took a sip of my drink.

“You really are an Irish girl!” Harry grinned.

“What do you mean?” I shot him a questioning look and gazed up at Niall, who now stood behind me for help.

“You just ordered a really strong drink is all,” he said.

“Oh, so you guys don’t think I can hold my liquor?” I asked.

“Well.. look at you. You’re tiny,” Zayn laughed.

“Hmph. Well I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you then.” I took another large sip of my drink and headed to the dance floor.

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Two hours later later I was dancing up against a guy I didn’t know the name of. Not that it mattered. I would never see him again. I had danced with the boys for about an hour and a half until we got separated. I could tell they needed there man time or whatever, so I excused myself to the bar.

I was sipping a cocktail when a dirty blonde guy with a thick English accent, a few years older than me maybe, asked if I wanted to dance. I accepted of course because, well, I always wanted to dance.. and now here I was brushing up against this stranger in the middle of a dance floor in a club in London.

The DJ started to play a favorite song of mine, Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5. I looked around the dark scene of the place as my hands made their way into the air.

I was in the middle of belting the chorus when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face the handsome image of Niall Horan. His brow furrowed in confusion or unhappiness, I couldn’t tell which.

He wrapped his muscular hand around my thin wrist and tugged. I followed his lead as we walked single file off of the dance floor. He was practically dragging me as we went. Personally, I was surprised he wasn’t dead drunk.

I motioned for him to bend down allowing me to speak into his ear, so that he could hear me over the roaring music.

“What’s going on?” I wondered curiously. “Are we leaving already?” I wrinkled my nose in disappointment as I reached into my black clutch to pull out my phone. “It’s barely midnight..” I stated still staring at my phone.