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It Was Just a Night at the Bar

Chapter 12

Jacey's POV
Niall left the bathroom after kissing my forehead. I was sitting on the floor, naked, exhausted, sore, and euphoric. I had never had someone come onto me like that. Surprise me with a kiss and confess their attraction to me. I liked it. But it was Niall. Harry's friend... Niall.
After a minute, I stood up slowly and grabbed the towel. I wrapped it around myself and walked into the room across the hall where I was staying.
"Are you coming Jacey?" Zayn shouted again.
"Start without me! I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled back.
I got dressed quickly, trying not to piss of my hosts.
I walked into the living room where they were all eating burgers and drinking beers while watching a football game. Niall was sitting on the arm of Zayn's sofa, closet to the kitchen. He looked over and gave me smile.
I looked around at the room at the other guys. Liam had woken up and was sitting next to Zayn, and Louis on the floor.
"Okay," I started, grabbing their attention, "Who took my clothes and towel from the bathroom?" I asked angrily. At first they were all silent with stone expressions. After about a minute of my intimidating stare, Louis broke out in a fit of laughter. I felt my face go red from frustration and my temple began to throb. It was such an immature thing to do, especially for a 22 year old guy. I then rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen.
"Zayn!" I called out, looking around the kitchen.
"Yeah?" he called back.
"Where do you keep the alcohol?"
"In the pantry above the stove."
I turned around to come face to face with the mahogany pantry. I huffed out a sigh and opened it slowly. I saw gin, vodka, whiskey, tequila, rum, and brandy. I smiled slightly and grabbed an old friend, Jack Daniels. I walked into the living room and sat on the floor next to Louis, scotch in hand.
"You dont mind, right?" I asked Zayn, holding up the bottle.
"Go ahead." he nodded.
I smirked at the glass bottle and rolled my head back, having the bitter liquid pass by my lips. All I could think of was the first time had tried scotch, and my smirk faded away, turning into a grimace. Junior High. 8th grade. My 10th grade boyfriend, Malcom Fisher, brought me to a High School party. I was alone with him in a small room. The floor was vibrating from the pounding music, and I was sat on a bed with him. He had spiked my coca-cola, but I didn't care. I was tipsy for the first time in my life, and I liked it... He started to kiss my neck, but that wasn't my first time being kissed like that. But I wanted more. All I remember is that I woke up after the party outside on a bench, my blouse half open and my panties inside out. Maybe he put more than alcohol in my drink... I refuse to believe that was my first time. It couldn't have been. Instead I believe I lost it to a different 15 year old on my garage floor. I dont even remember that guys name. I guess my only friend since that day was good old Jack Daniels.
"Jacey?" I heard a voice from behind me.
"I think you've had enough..." the same voice said. I looked up, vision blurred to see a head of blonde hair.
"Ni?" I muttered quietly.
"Yeah... You almost finished the whole bottle, love. I think we should get you to bed." he said quietly, hushed tone, and a gentle touch.
"I have to stop blackout binge drinking." I said, holding my head, feeling the sharp pain twitch inside it. Niall picked me up bridal style and carried me to the room I was staying in. He set me down gently, and took off my clothes (with my consent) to make me more comfortable, placing them onto the floor next to the mattress.
"I better get going..." Niall motioned to the door so he could walk back to his apartment.
"No." I said and tugged on his sleeve. "Please stay." I whispered. "I hate sleeping alone." I muttered, not having full control of what I was saying. When I become drunk, I start losing my inhibitions and start talking about my... *shivers* feelings.
"Okay." he smiled. He took off his jeans, standing by the foot of the bed in his boxers. I grinned a small grin as he took off his shirt as well. He snuggled up next to my side, under the warm comforter. He then wrapped both arms around me and rested them on my stomach.
Honestly, I had never had a sensual moment with a guy. It was always a one night stand, or they slept on the opposite side of the bed in solitary, not wanting to be near me any longer. I liked this. Niall. He was comfortable with me, and I really had no one else, other thank Harry. Harry barely existed anymore. He wasn't around, no one knew where he was, and he had become an enigma. Of course it didn't feel right, but, what did? I was sleeping with two different guys, both in the same gang, under the roof of their other gang member. What happened to me? Its all because of that night. That one fucking night of my twenty first birthday. Before it, I had my job, my apartment, no men in my life... Everything had seemed so right. But for the first time since then, things felt right... I had a caring human being pressed against me, willingly, too. I was grateful that I had him. But... Was it just the thought of having someone there... And not Niall himself? Whatever. I was happy. And that's all that mattered.
"Goodnight." Niall said as he kissed the nape of my neck, and snuggled himself closer to me, making me feel secure and safe for the first time... In a long time.
Harry's POV
A metal tray was pushed through the mail slot in the concrete door that connected me to my own little holding cell.
"Eat up, asshole." Nate sneered from the other side.
The tray had smashed peas and dog food on it. I would've considered eating it, truthfully, if it hadn't landed upside down on the gross cement floor. I grimaced at the food and kicked it aside in spite of those douchebags.
I was quiet and angry as I sat on the floor in the corner of the small room. I listened to the chatter outside of where I was being held and felt my jaw clench at the words being spoken.
"We found their little safe house." one said.
"We're gonna get the girl and bring her here tomorrow." the other said. I wanted to break the door down. But I couldn't, because of course I've already tried...
"What are you idiots doing out here?" an angry voice shouted.
"We were just-"
"Shut up! Get the van ready for his precious 'Jacey'. We wouldn't want her to be," Jay paused a second. "uncomfortable."
I kicked the door so hard the bottom of my foot began to sting and my boot fell like a rock.
"Shit." I breathed, rubbing my foot, realizing my idiotic outburst.
"Let it out, Styles." Jay said on the other side of the door. I could hear his smirk, making me sick. "Because soon... I'll be letting something out in your girl."
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! DON'T TOUCH HER!" I yelled as loudly as I could. I felt my eyes water. Maybe it was from how hard I yelled. Or maybe I actually had feelings? Either way I was crying for the first time in 14 years. It was because of Jacey. It was because... I loved her.