Looking back, I’m not quite sure how we managed to get away from Paul and the others wranglers in order to get our own cars and head off to Justin Bieber’s exclusive beach partly. To be honest, I really wasn’t thinking about much other than the fact that I was assured (by Bieber himself) that there would be snacks there as well as copious amounts of alcohol.

When we arrived at his Malibu home, I was blown away – even in my inebriated state – by the property and the level of party that was going on. It was rather cliché, actually, almost something straight out of Laguna Beach. There was beer pong and a keg, loud music, and a large group of intoxicated teens and twenty-somethings around the pool. The back deck was pretty large and led off down onto the beach, which stretched on for a while before the next house. There were lots of twinkly lights and flowers and pretty people, and over all it was a lovely place to get complete shit faced.

The boys were immediately caught up by the other party guests, all wanting to say hello to One Direction (especially the girls) and Dani, El, and I found ourselves alone for a while, as the group got used to having these British boys in their midst. Considering that Selena, Justin and a numerous other popstars were there, I was surprised that our boys should be such a novelty, but once I caught sight of the bar, I wasn’t too bothered.

We busied ourselves with drinking and harassing the DJ, who insisted on playing crap music and refused to replay ‘Bad Romance’ so Danielle could teach us the dance (twat). Despite my inebriation, I could feel a pair of green eyes on me for most of the night and every time I looked up, it seemed that Harry was watching me from across the party. Had I been sober, I would have found it rather off putting, and maybe even annoying, but as it was, I was happy enough to dance and act silly with the girls, ignoring him.

Eventually, we gave up on the DJ and wandered over to the pool and sat down, dangling our sore feet into the cool water. Zayn joined us for a bit, and Liam as well, who pulled Dani to her feet and took her off to dance. Danielle had finally given in to our peer pressure and started drinking, and being the lightweight that she was, she was already fairly tipsy after only a few drinks. At the rate El and I were going, we weren’t going to remember much the next day, but we weren’t too bothered.

“I want to dance too,” I whined, gazing enviously at Danielle, who looked so incredibly graceful and poised even when she was sloshed.

“Just dance, gonna be okay!” El sang, wiggling her hips on the deck and throwing her dark hair away from her face. “Boo Bear! Come dance with us!” She called across the party at Louis, who was chatting with some blokes we didn’t know. He looked over at her, gave a small wave and went back to his conversation. “Ugh,” She pouted, rolling over and standing up on shaky legs. “He is such a poo head.”

“Ha ha, Poo Bear,” I snorted, as she helped me to my feet.

“Let’s just dance with ourselves,” she smiled, swinging her arms back and forth.

“Okay!”

Being as drunk as we were, we didn’t really mind all the odd looks we were getting, particularly when we tried singing along to songs we had never heard before. Apparently making up your own lyrics was frowned upon at this party. But, we happily danced together, doing a bit of the Robot, the Pat The Dog-Screw In The Light Bulb, and the ever popular Big Fish-Little Fish-Cardboard Box. Eventually, when I lost all feeling in my arms and couldn’t lift them above shoulder height, I just wiggled my hips and closed my eyes, enjoying the shitty music.

Suddenly, I felt someone pressed against my back, hands drifting down along my thighs. Ah yes, the classic Ass to Crotch Grind. For a moment, I thought it was Harry or Zayn and I went along with, but then I saw that El was glancing over my shoulder with an odd look.

I spun around, nearly toppling over in the process, even though I was no longer wearing my heels (where did those go, anyway?). Eleanor caught my arm and we both looked at the tall American boy standing there. He was wearing a pink button up shirt, khaki shorts, was holding a Corona, and had a definite ‘surfer’ look about him. We looked him up and down, and he did the same to me.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, leering down at us. “I’m Travis.”

“And she’s not interested!” El replied, wrapping her thin arm about my neck. I snorted at her protectiveness and we both dissolved into giggles.

“Maybe she should dance with me and she can decide for herself,” he replied with a smarmy grin, trying to pull me away from her. I was not interested and so, with the creativity an absurd amount of alcohol can give you, I yanked my arm away.

“I’m with her, Trevor” I practically yelled. “We’re...we're lesbians!”

Eleanor nearly fell over laughing while I tried on my best sober face.

Travis/Trevor looked amused. “But I thought she was with that guy,” he said, nodding towards Louis, who was watching us from the bar with narrow eyes.

“He’s my beard,” El replied, composing herself with a dismissive wave. “I actually love vagina.”

“I don’t believe you,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“No, really,” I said, hugging her close to me and smiling up at her. “We are so, so in love.”

Travis/Trevor still clearly didn’t believe us, and he will still smirking (thought his smirk wasn’t nearly as attractive as Harry’s). I was going to try and think of something else to say, when suddenly, Eleanor’s lips crashed down on mine for a drunken, sloppy, kiss. Laughing against her mouth, I kissed back, all my inhibition gone with that last whiskey shot I had taken.

“Woah,” Travis/Trevor said, blinking unintelligently as we pulled apart and Eleanor nuzzled her face in my mussed hair.

“So long, Trevor,” she waved, pulling me away from him. My stomach hurt I was laughing so hard, and Eleanor was practically crying, until Louis grabbed her arm forcefully.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked, glaring at the both of us.

“Oh, calm down, Poo Bear,” his girlfriend snickered, patting him on the cheek. “I’m not leaving you for your sister.”

The two of them moved off as I continued to giggle to myself idiotically. “Hehe, Poo Bear.”

“Were you just snogging Eleanor?”

I turned around at the sound of the slow, deep voice, and grinned up at Harry. “Yep,” I replied, popping the ‘p’ proudly.

He looked down at me over his nose, eyes dark and an almost hungry smile on his face. “You do know how incredibly hot that is?”

“I’m sexy and I know it!” I cheered, jumping around a little bit.

“Yes, you are,” he chuckled, grabbing my hand in his and pulling me towards him. Leaning his forehead against mine, he snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me close. I closed my eyes and rested my hands on his arms, enjoying the woozy feeling I felt as we swayed back and forth to the music.

I felt Harry’s warm breath tickle my neck and my stomach lurched unpleasantly. Too much too drink, I guess.

Pulling away, I blinked and looked around, not failing to notice the stares of people at the party. Feeling slightly self conscious, I thought of a way to alleviate the problem.

“Let’s have a grind train!” I said brightly. Okay, so it wasn’t my best idea, but I was wasted, to be fair.

“What?” Harry asked, looking surprise. I ignored him and looked around. Dani and Liam had disappeared off to some dark corner, while Louis and Eleanor were no where to be found. I did see Zayn, however, sitting on a couch, surrounded by some blonde birds with massive tits, all twirling their hair at him. This would not do.

Strutting over, I stopped in front of him, hands on my hips. Zayn looked up from his conversation with one girl, who was practically throwing her chest at him. She looked up too, with an annoyed expression. I shot her a judgmental look, before holding my hand out to Zayn. He looked at me and smiled, placing his hand in mine and standing up without question. The girls all glared at me as I laced my fingers with his and dragged him away. Zayn, being the incredibly perceptive lad that he was, chuckled slightly and pulled me into him, nuzzling his nose against the side of my face.

“Having a good time?” he asked, amused.

“Yes, actually,” I smiled. “But I want to have a grind train.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, laughing, as we arrived back at Harry, who had watched the whole exchange with a smirk.

“Yep. JJ Sandwhich!” I yelled, spinning him around and yanking his waist back, pushing my crotch against his ass.

Zayn started laughing, but danced along nonetheless, while Harry pulled me back against him, pressing his pelvis against my back. I sang drunkenly along to a song that I didn’t know the words too, yelling happily as Niall sauntered by, watching us with amusement.

“Join in Nialler!” I cried, waving him over.

“Ugh, I think we need another girl in there.”

“Come on, Horan!” Harry yelled. “Grind up on me, lad! Let’s give those Narry shippers something to talk about!”

Niall laughed again, but before he could join in the song changed and I screamed.

“I know this song! Whip my hair!”

The boys all laughed as I bent over and swung my head back and forth, banging my hair along to Willow Smith’s one and only hit.

“Are you overwhelmed yet?” I asked, my head starting throb. “Is all this hair flipping overwhelming you yet??”

“Careful, JJ,” Niall warned, laughter in his voice, as I stumbled back a bit.

I threw my head back, sending my long dark hair skywards. Of course, I was not very steady on my feet, and so I stumbled back. Harry was closest to me, so I grabbed a hold of his shirt, other arm waving hysterically as I saw the pool approaching.

“JJ!” All three boys yelled. Niall and Zayn both grabbed me and somehow I managed to stay on the deck. Unfortunately for Harry, my momentum had been transferred to him, and as he attempted to keep me from plunging into the cold water, he went in himself.

I was splashed with water as Harry fell in and almost everyone shouted and started laughing as he surfaced, sputtering. I almost peed myself as I looked at him, clutching onto Zayn to stay on my feet. Harry stood up, wiping his hair from his eyes, a wide but devilish smile on his face.

“You’re going to get it, Tomlinson,” he warned, wading back to the edge.

“Run, JJ!” Niall cried, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. I didn’t need to be told twice.

Taking off toward the deck stairs (and slamming uncoordinatedly into the beverage table along the way), I stumbled down to the beach, laughing hysterically as I ran down the stand. I made a sharp right hand turn when I hit the wet sand, not wanting to get any closer to the water.

I was out of breath rather quickly, and so slowed to a walk, quickly forgetting what I had been running from in the first place. The beach was incredibly calm and beautiful, especially at this time of night. I enjoyed the feeling of the sand on my feet and the salty wind on my skin. I hated the ocean, but I loved the beach. There was nothing more peaceful.

I stopped about a hundred yards down the sand – the party was in sight, and I could still hear the thudding music, but it was a nice solitude here. I lay down on the sand, too smashed to really care about my expensive dress, and reveled in the warm breeze. California was quite nice, I had to admit.

I hummed along to the music, bearing my feet and burping attractively.

"Mind if I join you?"

I looked up to see Niall standing there, illuminated but the moonlight. I was able now to take a good look at him, and I was pleased with what I saw. His polo was, thankfully, unbuttoned all the way and his pants rolled up to his calves. He looked much more natural like this - slightly disheveled but comfortable. He was one of the few people that I didn't mind interrupting my personal time.

"Not at all, Irish," I grinned, sitting up and patting the spot next to me. “As long as Hazza isn’t coming to get me.”

“Nope, you got away,” he replied with a smile.

Niall plopped down on the sand and brought his knees up to his chest, gazing out over the moonlit water.

"I love the ocean,” he said softly.

“I don’t,” I snorted, pushing the sand around absentmindedly. “The ocean is fucking scary.”

"Scary?" he asked, amused. "Are you afraid of the ocean?"

"Yep," I nodded, now making mini-sandcastles. "Fucking scary.”

Niall grinned at me. "You're smashed." It wasn't a question and I began giggling uncontrollably.

"Yeah, I am," I snorted, falling back on the sand. Niall laughed at me.

"How much have you had to drink?"

I held up my hand. "Five or six or twelve or something. And the vodka at the show."

"Vodka?"

I started giggling again.

"El-El brought us...she brought vodka to the show! I drank mine and Dani's because she is a lightweight."

"She isn't the only one," he chuckled, pulling me back up into a sitting position. I immediately flopped back over, so he shifted his position and pulled me up again, leaning me against his chest.

"Mmm, you smell good," I muttered, watching the waves.

"Thanks, babe."

"And you look much better with your shirt unbuttoned," I said, looking up at him seriously. "Why do you all do that, you and Zaynie and Liam? Button your shirts all wonky?"

"I don't know," he admitted, giving me a placating smile. "Because that's what the stylists want."

"Well, you look silly," I pouted.

"I'll tell you one person who didn't look silly tonight. You're quite the stunner, you know?"

"Not now, I'm not!" I argued, sitting up and looking at him. "Yeah, earlier I looked somewhat decent, but now my hair is all funky and my make-up is smeared and I have sand in places that I don’t like to think about..."

"Nah, you're still beautiful," he replied, reaching out to brush some of my tangled hair out of my face. I felt a weird shock jolt through me as he brushed his hand against my skin, but it was gone as soon as it came, as he pulled away. "But, I think I may be able to help out a bit, with the hair at least."

He reached into his pocket pulled out a hair tie, holding it up proudly.

"Niall Horan!" I gasped, snatching it away from him. "You had this all night and you didn't tell me?"

"I think Lou and Eleanor would have castrated me," he laughed. "But I know how much you hate having your hair down, so I snuck one from the styling station backstage."

I shot him a half-hearted glare, happy at least to be able to get my hair out of my face. I stood on wobbly legs and flipped my head over, gathering all my locks together and tying them up in a messy ponytail. Standing back up, a rush of dizziness swept over me and I nearly toppled over, but Niall, with his leprechaun like reflexes, was up and next to me, holding me around the waist and keeping me steady.

"Wooo!" I giggled, still stumbling slightly and forgetting all about my annoyance at the hair tie situation.

"Come here, you," Niall said, good naturedly, bending over and brushing the sand off of my legs. "Let's get you back up to the house and get some water in you."

"But whyyyyy," I whined, trying to plop back down. Niall, however, was deceivingly strong and kept me standing.

"Because tomorrow is your birthday and you'll want to be wide awake for the whole thing, don't you?"

"No, I want to sleep!" I cried, throwing my arms out. "Besides, it has been my birthday at home for hours now and no one has said anything!"

"But it isn't here, is it?" Niall asked cheekily, before whipping out his phone. "Well, would you look at that...12:01pm. I stand corrected. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JJ!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

I gasped and grabbed his phone, beaming at the fluorescent numbers. "It is! It's my birthday! Hooray!"

We danced around in the sand a bit, singing an off key (on my part at least) version of 'Birthday' until I saw a group of figures running down the sand towards us.

"ARUGHHHA!!!" I cried/laughed, turning and sprinting as fast as my numb legs would carry me (which wasn't very fast at all) away from the approaching figures. Liam, the runner of the group, caught up to me quickly, shortly followed by Harry and his long legs. While Liam had merely pulled me to a stop, Harry had full on tackled me into the sand.

"Happy birthday!" he yelled in my face, because Zayn and Niall and Liam and Eleanor all piled on top of me.

"Don't crush her!" Dani laughed at them, making sure my head was still visible at the bottom of the pile.

"JJ Tomlinson," Niall said in his announcer voice. "You've just turned nineteen years old - what are you going to do now?"

"Kill you all!" I gasped.

"Wrong answer," Harry replied, shaking his wet hair in my face, before they all rolled off, allowing me to breath again. I looked up at all their smiling faces and, even with an absurd amount of alcohol in my system, I noticed one person in particular was missing. But then I saw Niall still grinning down at me and I felt better.

He pulled me up to my feet and I looked at him expectantly. "JJ Tomlinson," he continued, the widest of all smiles on his face. "You're going to Disneyland!"