Our Moment
Can't Hold Us
His eyes grew as he starred at my arm. “Wh- When did you do this? W- why haven’t you told me?” His voice was shaky and I bit my lip to hold back the tears. I stood there without an answer. He looked around the room and drops my arm, I began to pull down my sleeve until he stopped me. “No I want to see it, I want to remind myself that I was a dick to you and I wasn’t there to kiss them.” He looked at me and careased my cheek, I took a step back.
“Niall get out there on stage now, the boys can’t stall any longer,” Some lady in Modest called. “You should probably go… I’ll see you after the concert,” I whispered. He took one last glance at my arm and ran back up on stage. The music started and I sat down looking at the stage.
I’m fucking up his career, I need to leave. I quickly got up and headed toawrds to door. “Where are you going?” a deep familiar voice questioned. I stopped and turned around facing Paul. “I was going to the bathroom…” I stuttered . He looked at the exit and back at me, “I think you need fresh air… it’s been pretty stuffy in here.” I looked at Paul confused but he opened the door and I walked out, I turned around, “Thank you.” “No problem, just be safe.” He smiled and went back inside.
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Shit my feet are killing me. I walked over to a bench and took them off to rub my feet. I looked around trying to find a place to get my mind off the whole situation. I turned around and in a distance I see strobe lights; must be a club.I put back on my shoes and headed towards the lights.
I walked in and everyone was drunk and partying. I pulled out my phone and checked the time, eleven fifteen, concert should be over… my phone began to vibrated and Niall popped up on my screen. Don’t answer Lo, remember you’re fucking up his career my subconcious tells me. I placed my phone back in my purse and walked over to the bar. I know I’m not a drinker but hey, one drink can’t hurt right?
“You sure had a lot of drinks,” a voice next to me chuckles. I look over and I see a tall, tanned skin, pure blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair and his eyes look red from drinking, smiling at me. He’s hot actually but I can’t do anything crazy tonight. “Yeah I had a lot…” I speak trying to think clearly. “Give us one sour cherry dipper,” he called at the bartender. I shouldn’t be drinking with him, I really shouldn’t… but it’s one drink. Yeah and you already had like what six? Seven? My subconcious reminds me. The bartender hands us both drinks, “Thanks for the drink.” “For a pretty lady like you, anytime,” he smiles and scoots closer to me. The alcohol in my veins began to burn and a giggle slips out. Summertime saddness starts and I jump up, “Come on, you’re going to be my dance partner!” He looks at me and I head towards the floor hoping he’ll follow. I don’t know why the hell I’m letting a stranger dance with me but I’m just going to blame the alcohol. I start dancing and I feel two hands on my waist. I stood still until I realize it’s the stranger who offered me a drink. I swayed to the beat of the song and he followed.
My mind totally forgot about the boys and I’m having too much fun with the adrenaline from the alcohol to worry. I’m quite actually surprised that the guy which I learned that his name is Max, can keep up with my quick movements. After every three songs we went back to the bar to get more drinks. He’s really generous and not like the drunkards I thought guys at clubs would be wanting sex. We push past people to get into the middle of the dance floor, “Is that Zayn Malik?” I stop and glanced over to where the girls were looking at. I see Zayn at the bar ordering some drinks, thank god Niall or Harry aren’t with him. I spoke to early, I think Louis stands next to Zayn followed by a blonde and a curly haired guy. Niall and Harry. “Come on babe, I asked the Dj to play a song.” Max slurred in my ear. I turned back around hoping the boys wouldn’t notice me. My adrenaline starts back up and I throw my jacket across the room. Can’t Hold Us starts and I smirk, knowing every moves to this song from a dance contest from highschool. “You can dance right?” I eagerly ask Max. “Hell I’m the king at dancing.” He yells all drunk and mighty. I laugh and twirl and lean against his chest. His eyes go wide alittle bit and I slide off him going across the room. He comes and pulls me into him and my heart begins to beat fast. I lift my leg up and throw it on his shoulders, he picks me up and spins me up and my other leg is around his other shoulder and I sit on him. I hear the people around us cheer and I know we are making a scene. The floor clears and everyone makes a circle-ish. Still holding on the Max’s armsI roll backwards on his back. He grabs my waist and pulls me into him, he gets closer to me and without thinking I grab his hips and slide down to the floor making every guy whistle. I slide under him and pop up on the other side, he comes after me and lifts me up and back down. He whispers in my ear, “You’re making me hard little missy.” I gulp and sprint towards the bar, forgetting that the boys are there. I hop on the seat and I grab someones drink, I hear a faint Lauren? I look to the side seeing all of the boys starring directly at me with mouths open. Max grabs me and I squeal, I hop up on the table and slide my hands down my body. Whistles fill the room and I look over at Niall, who is walking towards me. A tight grip on my leg pulls me down, Max. He gives a smile and takes me back to the middle. I look over and Harry gets up. “Put me down..” I squirm out of Max’s grip. “The show isn’t over,” he barks and I stop, scared and not thinking straight I step on him with my heels and run over to the poles. I began to pole dance, guys started crowding around me and I close my eyes hoping they don’t get too close. “She’s fucking mine.” Max yells and I open my eyes seeing him pushing people out of his way.I stopped and quickly made my way back to the bar, once it was visible I see Niall. My breath quickens and I run to him, “Not so fast.” Max grabs my arm and throws me over his shoulder. “What the fuck,” I yell. Beginning to kick him, he takes me into a room and closes it. He thorws me on the bed and I bounce myself off it. “Come back,” he growls and run to the door. He grabs my dress and pulls me into him, still turned around he reaches for the zipper and unzips it slowly. “I don’t hurt, trust me.” He hisses and goosebumps appear. The dress hits the floor and I bend down to pick it back up and head to the door, I swing it open and he grabs me, I let my dress fall with me. “Lauren,” someone yells and I look up to find the boys running to me. Max picks me up and takes me back in the room. The door flies open and Harry comes in first, “Put her down.” Max sets me down and grins at him. The others pile in. I scramble to the floor to get my dress. Niall runs over to me, “What the fuck are you doing here?” I scoot back and he comes closer to me. I stand up, and walked towards the others. “Go them and I knock every single one of them out,” Max grabs my arm pulling me into him. “Let go,” I mumble and he rolls me off him and on the bed. “Show time for you friends.” I scramble to the corner of the wall, “Don’t fucking touch her.” Harry yells and slams him into the wall. I scream and run out, “Wait Lauren.” Liam calls after me. He touches my shoulder and I look up, “look, you should really talk to Niall, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but he misses you a lot. Just talk to him for us.” I look away and the boys walks past me. I stand there trying to zip up my dress, “I got it.” A voice whipers against my neck. He zips it up and turns me around to face him, I look away but he turns my face to look at him. “Why,” he questions, his eyes are full of hurt and anger. I don’t answer. “Lauren tell my why,” his voice raises. “I fucking told you to stay backstage and when the concert was over Paul told us that you needed air. I go back to your room and you’re not there, then we come here to relax a little and I see you dancing with that creep, why the fuck did you do this?” I step back, I’ve never seen him this mad. “I.. I … I’m going back to the hotel…” I state and anger is shown all over. “Don’t fucking change the subject with me,” he yells. I think he’s probably a little drunk too. “I’ll take her home,” Harry comes up and Niall steps back. “That’s it, you fucking love Harry. You did all of this shit to get him to come closer to you. Guess what Harry she rote my fucking name on her arm. So don’t plan shit with her cause she’ll just ruin you.” Niall spats. It feels like a huge knife just shot through my chest by what he said. “Niall you’re drunk… stop being an ass and leave her alone.” Harry says. “Fine take her home, go fuck with her, I want nothing to do with you Lauren.” Niall pushes past us and I just stare. He’s drunk… he probably didn’t mean it… but he does mean it.
I go up into my room and Harry follows. The walk back to the room was quiet, we said nothing to each other. All I could think about was what Niall said. I told Harry that I’m going to shower. “I’ll be waiting in here…” he whispers and I keep walking. I turn on the water and stood there. I replayed what has happened since I met Niall, tears stream down my cheeks. Rinse off and step out, I wrap the towel around my body and one drying my hair. I stepped out to go get my big T shirt and shorts. Harry watches me, I turned back around and he stops me. “Something is on your mind, tell me.” “I’m going home,” I say. “I knew you would say that… I’ll call a flight for you.” Harry takes his phone out of his pocket. “No Harry, I mean I want to go home. Back to Florida…” He sits down, “What? Why? No Lauren you know he doesn’t mean that! You can’t do this.” I sit down next to him, “It’s much easier on all of us, I need to leave. I don’t want to hurt his career and what if he means it Harry? I can’t live on like this, hurting him… or you. Look, once I get back to London I’ll call Oxford and tell them that I’m moving and switch out. Then I’ll get a flight to Florida and call Angelica to see if I can stay with her and go to college with her.” I explain and Harry pushes his hair back and rubs the back of his neck. “Ok, if youu really want to do this… but we will miss you, I will miss you.” His voice is low and i take his hand in mine. “I’ll text, skype, facetime, call you when I’m not busy. I’m sorry Harry.” “It’s fine. You need to sleep because your flight will probably be early.”
*Harry’s P.O.V.*
I watch Lauren board the plane. Fucking Niall why did you say that? Lost in thoughts, I jumped when my phone began to vibrate. It’s Louis, great. I swiped to answer him, “Hello?” “Harry where the hell are you and Lauren? We finished breakfast and now we are in the girls’ room waiting for you two.” I breathe, “I’m coming back from the airport…” “Why are you at the airport?” I hear the other line click, they probably made him turn it on speaker, shit. “Lauren wanted to go home…” I say quickly. “Aww we could have gone with her, tomorrow is our last day, I hope she knew that.” Addison says in the background. “She didn’t tell you guys because, once she gets there she’s getting her things and going back to Florida.” I say, there’s silence. “Niall,” Kat screams and then I hear a bunch of loud crashes, sounding like something hit the wall.
“Niall get out there on stage now, the boys can’t stall any longer,” Some lady in Modest called. “You should probably go… I’ll see you after the concert,” I whispered. He took one last glance at my arm and ran back up on stage. The music started and I sat down looking at the stage.
I’m fucking up his career, I need to leave. I quickly got up and headed toawrds to door. “Where are you going?” a deep familiar voice questioned. I stopped and turned around facing Paul. “I was going to the bathroom…” I stuttered . He looked at the exit and back at me, “I think you need fresh air… it’s been pretty stuffy in here.” I looked at Paul confused but he opened the door and I walked out, I turned around, “Thank you.” “No problem, just be safe.” He smiled and went back inside.
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Shit my feet are killing me. I walked over to a bench and took them off to rub my feet. I looked around trying to find a place to get my mind off the whole situation. I turned around and in a distance I see strobe lights; must be a club.I put back on my shoes and headed towards the lights.
I walked in and everyone was drunk and partying. I pulled out my phone and checked the time, eleven fifteen, concert should be over… my phone began to vibrated and Niall popped up on my screen. Don’t answer Lo, remember you’re fucking up his career my subconcious tells me. I placed my phone back in my purse and walked over to the bar. I know I’m not a drinker but hey, one drink can’t hurt right?
“You sure had a lot of drinks,” a voice next to me chuckles. I look over and I see a tall, tanned skin, pure blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair and his eyes look red from drinking, smiling at me. He’s hot actually but I can’t do anything crazy tonight. “Yeah I had a lot…” I speak trying to think clearly. “Give us one sour cherry dipper,” he called at the bartender. I shouldn’t be drinking with him, I really shouldn’t… but it’s one drink. Yeah and you already had like what six? Seven? My subconcious reminds me. The bartender hands us both drinks, “Thanks for the drink.” “For a pretty lady like you, anytime,” he smiles and scoots closer to me. The alcohol in my veins began to burn and a giggle slips out. Summertime saddness starts and I jump up, “Come on, you’re going to be my dance partner!” He looks at me and I head towards the floor hoping he’ll follow. I don’t know why the hell I’m letting a stranger dance with me but I’m just going to blame the alcohol. I start dancing and I feel two hands on my waist. I stood still until I realize it’s the stranger who offered me a drink. I swayed to the beat of the song and he followed.
My mind totally forgot about the boys and I’m having too much fun with the adrenaline from the alcohol to worry. I’m quite actually surprised that the guy which I learned that his name is Max, can keep up with my quick movements. After every three songs we went back to the bar to get more drinks. He’s really generous and not like the drunkards I thought guys at clubs would be wanting sex. We push past people to get into the middle of the dance floor, “Is that Zayn Malik?” I stop and glanced over to where the girls were looking at. I see Zayn at the bar ordering some drinks, thank god Niall or Harry aren’t with him. I spoke to early, I think Louis stands next to Zayn followed by a blonde and a curly haired guy. Niall and Harry. “Come on babe, I asked the Dj to play a song.” Max slurred in my ear. I turned back around hoping the boys wouldn’t notice me. My adrenaline starts back up and I throw my jacket across the room. Can’t Hold Us starts and I smirk, knowing every moves to this song from a dance contest from highschool. “You can dance right?” I eagerly ask Max. “Hell I’m the king at dancing.” He yells all drunk and mighty. I laugh and twirl and lean against his chest. His eyes go wide alittle bit and I slide off him going across the room. He comes and pulls me into him and my heart begins to beat fast. I lift my leg up and throw it on his shoulders, he picks me up and spins me up and my other leg is around his other shoulder and I sit on him. I hear the people around us cheer and I know we are making a scene. The floor clears and everyone makes a circle-ish. Still holding on the Max’s armsI roll backwards on his back. He grabs my waist and pulls me into him, he gets closer to me and without thinking I grab his hips and slide down to the floor making every guy whistle. I slide under him and pop up on the other side, he comes after me and lifts me up and back down. He whispers in my ear, “You’re making me hard little missy.” I gulp and sprint towards the bar, forgetting that the boys are there. I hop on the seat and I grab someones drink, I hear a faint Lauren? I look to the side seeing all of the boys starring directly at me with mouths open. Max grabs me and I squeal, I hop up on the table and slide my hands down my body. Whistles fill the room and I look over at Niall, who is walking towards me. A tight grip on my leg pulls me down, Max. He gives a smile and takes me back to the middle. I look over and Harry gets up. “Put me down..” I squirm out of Max’s grip. “The show isn’t over,” he barks and I stop, scared and not thinking straight I step on him with my heels and run over to the poles. I began to pole dance, guys started crowding around me and I close my eyes hoping they don’t get too close. “She’s fucking mine.” Max yells and I open my eyes seeing him pushing people out of his way.I stopped and quickly made my way back to the bar, once it was visible I see Niall. My breath quickens and I run to him, “Not so fast.” Max grabs my arm and throws me over his shoulder. “What the fuck,” I yell. Beginning to kick him, he takes me into a room and closes it. He thorws me on the bed and I bounce myself off it. “Come back,” he growls and run to the door. He grabs my dress and pulls me into him, still turned around he reaches for the zipper and unzips it slowly. “I don’t hurt, trust me.” He hisses and goosebumps appear. The dress hits the floor and I bend down to pick it back up and head to the door, I swing it open and he grabs me, I let my dress fall with me. “Lauren,” someone yells and I look up to find the boys running to me. Max picks me up and takes me back in the room. The door flies open and Harry comes in first, “Put her down.” Max sets me down and grins at him. The others pile in. I scramble to the floor to get my dress. Niall runs over to me, “What the fuck are you doing here?” I scoot back and he comes closer to me. I stand up, and walked towards the others. “Go them and I knock every single one of them out,” Max grabs my arm pulling me into him. “Let go,” I mumble and he rolls me off him and on the bed. “Show time for you friends.” I scramble to the corner of the wall, “Don’t fucking touch her.” Harry yells and slams him into the wall. I scream and run out, “Wait Lauren.” Liam calls after me. He touches my shoulder and I look up, “look, you should really talk to Niall, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but he misses you a lot. Just talk to him for us.” I look away and the boys walks past me. I stand there trying to zip up my dress, “I got it.” A voice whipers against my neck. He zips it up and turns me around to face him, I look away but he turns my face to look at him. “Why,” he questions, his eyes are full of hurt and anger. I don’t answer. “Lauren tell my why,” his voice raises. “I fucking told you to stay backstage and when the concert was over Paul told us that you needed air. I go back to your room and you’re not there, then we come here to relax a little and I see you dancing with that creep, why the fuck did you do this?” I step back, I’ve never seen him this mad. “I.. I … I’m going back to the hotel…” I state and anger is shown all over. “Don’t fucking change the subject with me,” he yells. I think he’s probably a little drunk too. “I’ll take her home,” Harry comes up and Niall steps back. “That’s it, you fucking love Harry. You did all of this shit to get him to come closer to you. Guess what Harry she rote my fucking name on her arm. So don’t plan shit with her cause she’ll just ruin you.” Niall spats. It feels like a huge knife just shot through my chest by what he said. “Niall you’re drunk… stop being an ass and leave her alone.” Harry says. “Fine take her home, go fuck with her, I want nothing to do with you Lauren.” Niall pushes past us and I just stare. He’s drunk… he probably didn’t mean it… but he does mean it.
I go up into my room and Harry follows. The walk back to the room was quiet, we said nothing to each other. All I could think about was what Niall said. I told Harry that I’m going to shower. “I’ll be waiting in here…” he whispers and I keep walking. I turn on the water and stood there. I replayed what has happened since I met Niall, tears stream down my cheeks. Rinse off and step out, I wrap the towel around my body and one drying my hair. I stepped out to go get my big T shirt and shorts. Harry watches me, I turned back around and he stops me. “Something is on your mind, tell me.” “I’m going home,” I say. “I knew you would say that… I’ll call a flight for you.” Harry takes his phone out of his pocket. “No Harry, I mean I want to go home. Back to Florida…” He sits down, “What? Why? No Lauren you know he doesn’t mean that! You can’t do this.” I sit down next to him, “It’s much easier on all of us, I need to leave. I don’t want to hurt his career and what if he means it Harry? I can’t live on like this, hurting him… or you. Look, once I get back to London I’ll call Oxford and tell them that I’m moving and switch out. Then I’ll get a flight to Florida and call Angelica to see if I can stay with her and go to college with her.” I explain and Harry pushes his hair back and rubs the back of his neck. “Ok, if youu really want to do this… but we will miss you, I will miss you.” His voice is low and i take his hand in mine. “I’ll text, skype, facetime, call you when I’m not busy. I’m sorry Harry.” “It’s fine. You need to sleep because your flight will probably be early.”
*Harry’s P.O.V.*
I watch Lauren board the plane. Fucking Niall why did you say that? Lost in thoughts, I jumped when my phone began to vibrate. It’s Louis, great. I swiped to answer him, “Hello?” “Harry where the hell are you and Lauren? We finished breakfast and now we are in the girls’ room waiting for you two.” I breathe, “I’m coming back from the airport…” “Why are you at the airport?” I hear the other line click, they probably made him turn it on speaker, shit. “Lauren wanted to go home…” I say quickly. “Aww we could have gone with her, tomorrow is our last day, I hope she knew that.” Addison says in the background. “She didn’t tell you guys because, once she gets there she’s getting her things and going back to Florida.” I say, there’s silence. “Niall,” Kat screams and then I hear a bunch of loud crashes, sounding like something hit the wall.
Notes
Sorry I haven't been on for like three months lol, got busy with school :/ So how's everyone? I missed all of you! I'll try to update every Sunday for ya'll because I really miss typing my fanfictions. So what do you think that will happen next? What did Niall break? For the next chapter, do you guys want Niall's point of view or keep it at Lauren's to start it off? Who has read After?! I'm on the third book and i'm so obsessed with it haha!xx Lo
i did haha!
10/28/13