I turned around to face my sister. And there she was, in all her glory. She was a goddess living on earth. Her dirty blonde locks were shorter, right underneath her ears, and had bangs that swept across her face. Her hair isn't naturally wavy like that, so I'm guessing she curled it today. Her sliver irises gleamed with happiness, and I noticed that she has grown to have at least a three inch height on me. We looked nothing alike. She looked so much like my mother, I noted.
I stood there frozen in place, so my sister took it upon her to walk towards me. She brought me in for a hug, and I could smell her staple cucumber melon perfume. "How ya been, Maci?" She asked quietly.
I pulled away from her and looked her in the eye. "Oh ya know, the usual," I said weakly.
She laughed loudly. "Normal? Please! Have you seen the people you hang out with?" She motioned to the people in the room, mostly the boys. I just shrugged my shoulders. Everyone was focused in on their own conversations, but Louis was watching me intently from across the room with a worried expression. I smiled just by looking at him, and motioned for him to come over. He didn't hesitate to move from his spot swiftly over to mine. And all the same I didn't hesitate to wrap my arm around his torso.
I turned back to Quinn, and she was giving me a look that said 'We'll talk later'. Then, being the crazy person she was, she made a face at Louis when he wasn't paying attention; she was motioning for me to…get some. I was thrown into a fit of giggles, that I couldn't stop. Everyone turned to look my way, which caused more giggles. Quinn joined in, and I felt like I was back in junior high. I remember old sleepovers when all of the girls would get together, and we'd drool over the cutest boys in school, and discuss our plans to make them fall hopelessly in love with us.
When we had calmed ourselves, I had asked Quinn how she got here. "Oh you should by now, sweets! Your boyfriend right there planned all of this!" She exclaimed motioning to Louis. I had completely ignored the fact that she had called him my boyfriend, because I was in awe of him. He had known about my sister from last night- wait, what? That was only last night? It seems like ages ago that we were walking around the city talking.
"Charming?" I asked him. His face was red from embarrassment, but he nodded and busied himself by studying my hands. I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder. We'll talk later, I guess.
I returned my attention to Quinn who was making kiss faces at me, and in response I kicked her shin. She squealed quietly and shouted, "Fuck!"
I gasped. "Quinny poo. That is inappropriate language. Extremely unladylike. Mother would be verydisappointed." I winked.
"Oh shut up, Mook," she spoke with a playful snarl in her voice. I was slightly taken aback by the old nickname. I hadn't been called that in years. Louis just smiled, and his eyes moved back and forth between us as we bantered.
"So Maci," Sam called from across the room, "I know how much you just love to sing, so I brought some karaoke." She smirked devilishly. She knew I hated signing, and how much I hated the attention it brought. Which is exactly why she did it.
I tried to keep my voice smooth, and calm, then faced my best friend, "I don't know where you ever got the idea that I enjoy singing. If you wanted so badly, you should've said so! Don't hide behind me next time," I winked.
Her nostrils flared, and she exhaled dramatically. "Please," hair flip, "my amazing voice would overwhelm these people. They wouldn't be able to handle me. Why? Because I'm Sam. And I got 'the idea that you enjoyed signing' from your American Idol routines in the shower. Yes, young one. You happen to be very loud." my best friend smiled triumphantly, knowing she had hit home.
Ok, so I sang in the shower and pretended I won American Idol, and won a bunch of Grammy's, and was the most desired woman across the globe….didn't everyone?
I kept me gaze cold and confident, refusing to let her win. "Well, I won't say anything more, because we wouldn't want the ginger to break down. You can only push one so far, before they ginger snap," with that I patted her head, and left her fuming in my dust.
All the boys "Ooohed" at our little stand off, and then began passing beers around. Zayn handed me one, and I grabbed it gingerly.
"What, love? You don't drink?" He asked curiously.
"Nah, I just haven't in a long time," I replied. He shrugged and stalked off to the couch.
Niall and Liam had started our little jam session of karaoke with "Hey There, Delilah" by the Plain White Tees.
I finally decided to take a swig of the beer, and wince as it burned my throat while it slid down. Yeah, no, not doing that. I don't understand why people like beer. It tasted like battery acid, and smelled like gym socks. I just can't do that. Oh well. No need to try to fit in. I would never fit in with this crowd. Lou and his crew were so famous, I'm sure that people on Mars sang along with them on radios. Sam was uber successful in her business, designing and whatnot; even my sister, who sat quietly observing, outshines me. She's absolutely flawless, and got herself into an amazing college, from what I hear.
I returned my attention to the signing boys, trying not to wallow in my self pity.
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A few more drinks and hours later, my sister, giggling like mad, was convinced to get up there and sing. She was a horrid singer, and she sounded terrible up there, but everyone was too boozed up to notice. Sam still had not gone up, but was still drunk beyond repair. She was stumbling, and laughing.
I, sadly, had joined in on the drinking, and was beginning to feel tipsy. When I get drunk, even the slightest bit, my whole persona changes.
"Guys, I secretly love One Direction. I looked them up on the interweb a few days ago, and fell in love. My favorite is Zayn. I'm just so jealous of his hair…. But don't tell them! It'll just add to their narcissistic ways," I told them while nodding my head.
They all shared confused looks. How funny that they can make the same facial expressions without talking.
"I didn't finish my education…speak English please," Harry said while rolling his eyes.
"I agree. That Zayn fellow does have good hair. He's a lucky bloke to be dating Perrie," Zayn told me. Wait, was he talking about himself? I mean, they do look alike. Maybe they just have the same name, and look alike. Wait! Lightbulb- maybe Zayn has a secret evil twin that wants to take over and is trying to pose as his the real Zayn! And the real Zayn is confused as to who he is. I'm sure the whole twin thing is hard. I know I would confuse myself with my twin. I'll have to go all Sherlock Holmes later. Figure this shit out.
Louis was laughing on the floor talking to Harry about how Larry Stylinson was so popular, it might as well be true. "Come 'ere, Hazz! Let us confirm the rumors of our homosexualness, and that IS a word! Look it up, smart ass!" He yelled at no one in particular. Harry was giggling like a little school girl, and Louis grabbed his face and kissed him right on the mouth.
I giggled as well, and was rocking back and forth like I was sitting on a rocking chair. I never realized how beautiful their voices were. It truly was hypnotizing.
Louis turned to look at me, and attempted to sexually walk over to me but swayed and then fell. He lied on his back, and looked up at the ceiling. "Why am I down 'ere? I was just trying to walk over to that beautiful woman over there!" He rolled over, to meet my gaze and pointed at me. I dramatically fell off my chair, and lied down next to him.
We stayed silent, and gazed upwards. Louis' hand soon found mine, and I didn't pull away. Instead, I turned my head to meet his, which was already pointed my way. Charming's eyes stayed locked on mine, but would quickly avert down to my dry lips. In any other normal situation this meant he was going to kiss me. And would not hesitate. But he stayed where he was. I don't know whether it was the alcohol that was clouding my brain, or because I was simply intoxicated by him, but I grew frustrated and wanted him. I moved my head in a fast motion towards his, but stopped right before my lips met his. My eyes stayed locked on those perfect lips, and he spoke, releasing hot air on my face. "Pushy aren't we?" The corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile, and this time he took control.
I didn't realize what was happening because he had barely touched me. But soon he leaned farther into the kiss, and made slow motions. He was careful, hesitant almost, and I became forceful. I wrapped my arms around his head, tangling my small fingers in his chestnut hair. He moaned, which made me smirk, and then I taunted him more by grazing my tongue along his lip. Louis didn't hesitate to allow access, and out tongues met each other. I felt a pang in my head, and became nausea. I pulled away. He growled, and opened his beautiful eyes. His gaze was harsh, but softened when he saw my pained eyes.
The room's noise got fuzzy, and my head hurt. It sounded like Indians throwing a party while banging on drums. I hit my head trying to shut the Indians up, but it only made them bang on the drums harder. I closed my eyes, and it sort of numbed out. I sighed out of relief. Well this is nice. I'm just going to keep my eyes closed for a minute.
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"Maci. Come on, Cinderella. Let's get you to bed," a soothing voice called to me. My throat burned, and the stench that followed the voice burned my nose as well. I scrunched my eyebrows together, and whimpered. "Shhh. It's ok," the voice spoke. I opened one eye just a sliver, and saw a tired looking Louis. He seemed sobered up, because he was calm. The alcohol was still evident on his breath, however.
When I didn't move, he sighed and picked me up. I laid limp in his arms as he did, and was soon set down on a soft surface. I felt my shoes being taken off, as well as my bracelets and rings, an heard Louis let out a sigh as he grabbed a pillow and threw it on the ground. My eyes flew wide open, and saw him setting himself on the ground. I smiled, and cleared my throat. Charming quickly turned his head to look at me, eyes full of concern.
"What is it? Do you need something?" He asked in a hurry. This only made my smile grow larger, and I nodded.
"You see," I spoke, finally finding my voice, "this bed is too big for me, and I'm quite terrified of the dark," I told him sweetly. Louis looked confused, and I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to sleep on the floor, love," my voice shook slightly, and I was mentally hitting myself for sounding so weak.
"Are you sure? I don't want to push any boundaries, and if-"
"Louis, get in the bed," I interrupted.
I laid back down, and waited until I felt him settle in next to me.
"You know, on first dates, I'm not really used to being asked to bed. It's not normal." I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
I blushed crazily, and was grateful he couldn't see me. "Well, I don't really think our relationship, or circumstance is rather, is normal."
"That's the definite truth."
Things got quiet after that, but a thought kept pestering me, so I decided to finally ask.
"Lou?" I asked.
"Hm?" Louis responded.
"Um, what did Sam mean when she said something else was going on the night of my birthday?" I wondered.
"You'll find out soon enough," Louis answered sweetly, the smile still evident in his voice. That wasn't the answer I wanted, but it was the only one I was going to get. He was too stubborn, and I was too tired to argue.
"Ok," I breathed. Charming chuckled, and pulled me into his large frame. I snuggled into him, and slowly fell back asleep.