Heart On Fire

"Wanna dance?"
"Excuse me?" I asked awkwardly, putting down my drink and examining a blond-haired boy dressed in black.
"Oh, come on just one dance." He already had my hand in his, pulling me towards the dance floor. He was drunk- I could sense it in his drowsy tone and alcoholic breath. "What's your name, beautiful?" He asked as he put his arms around me.
Maybe it wasn't exactly the best idea to wear a tight dress and come to a bar all-alone on a Sunday night.
"D-Destiny." I stuttered as I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. However wasted though- he was hot, and didn't seem like a bad guy.
I threw my arms around his shoulders and brought him closer. His blue eyes pierced into mine and he turned me around so he was now grinding against me. I felt his lips down on my neck as he slowly sucked on my weak spot, sending shivers through my body. I moved my hips to the music and felt him harden.
"I want you," He whispered seductively. "I want your body, on mine."
Those words were enough for me to realize my body was aching for his embrace.
We left the club and I led him to my apartment. As soon as we got in I was shoved to a wall and attacked with kisses. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to my bed. I kissed him and he kissed me back, but ten times harder. I was thrown onto the bed and he pounced on me like a hungry lion, his eyes wild with passion.
He crawled up to my face and made out with me while unzipping my dress. I pulled off his shirt and he stripped me off my dress. I flipped over and smirked. "Now I'm in control." I whispered. He bit his lip and then pulled me down on top of him.
"Take me as far as you can go, you dirty slut."
Every touch caused my body to tingle.
"Your body is stunning." He panted.
I felt myself tighten and a few moans escaped my mouth. I was enjoying this painful pleasure. Without warning, he slammed himself into me.
"Oh my FUCKING GOD, NIALL!" I remember screaming out before passing out beside Niall Horan.