The club is packed with druggies and alcoholics and normal people wanting to party. It’s obvious that I don’t fit in anywhere. Iris goes and starts dancing with some boy and I tell her that I’m gonna get a glass of Vodka. Besides I don’t like one direction songs. At the bar a boy with dyed blonde hair-I could see his natural brown roots showing-and bright blue eyes was having a glass of beer. Another attempt of failure is gonna happen. “You here to get smashed?” I ask him. His eyes snap to mine and he grins
“Yeah, are you?” he replies.
“Probably,” I answer in a casual tone. “Not really sure why I bother coming here. Why are you here?” I challenge, this is going grate so far. I mean he is smiling and talking to me, that had to be good.
“Having a hard time with my band mates. You know you look really pretty?”
“Okay how much have you had to drink?” I ask grinning.
“One beer-just arrived. Err…quickly, what’s your name?” He looks at me with curiosity and then his eyes brightened up as I said:
“My name is Bree. What’s yours? Just wanna know how strange you are!”
“Niall, how would know if I’m strange.” He asks confused. I thought that this might have appeared sooner or later.
“Well, Niall, you see I have a talent for seeing who is like what. Their name is just a way of testing. I can see that you are confident and you’re here to get a life with a girl. Am I right?” I reply expecting him to respond with, ‘You’re crazy, you need the men in white.’ But to my surprise his real answer was,
“That’s really cool. Wanna dance, I’m bored of sitting.”
“Yeah, that’d be good.” I breathed and stood up.