Undeniable -Niall Horan-

"Give me another." I say to the bartender, my voice slurred from the effects of the alcohol. He gives me a strange look and sighs before sliding me another glass. "Thank you."


I smile and bob my head to the beat of the song playing and begin to slowly sip, letting myself fall farther under the influence of the burning liquid. There was no one here to tell me not to get absolutely wasted. So what if coming here alone wasn't the smartest idea, right now I couldn't be bothered.

I look around the room at the people dancing, talking, and- of course- drinking. This place always made me smile. What with some of the people making absolute fools of themselves, although I did the same things in my drunken state, never fails to amuse me. My favorite part of coming here was meeting and talking to new people- even if I woke up the next day with a wicked hangover and don't remember anything that happened.


"What's your name?" I ask, looking over at a boy beside me, desperate for someone to talk to.

"Niall."

"Ooh, that's cute! Hi Niall, I'm Margaret." I say, smiling. He looks at me and nods his head, giving me a smile back. But he quickly diverts his attention to the bartender when he walks over and whispers something in his ear, causing him to laugh.

"So, Margaret, do you always get drunk like this?"

"I'm not drunk!"

"Oh, yeah? How many have you had?"

"One... maybe two."

"Actually, she's on her fifth." the bartender says.


I narrow my eyes and sigh, taking another sip from my glass. "And I thought you were cool..." I mutter under my breath. "You people are no fun, I should have brought someone here with me."


"Are you here alone?" Niall asks.

"Yeah, my friends didn't come." I say, my words becoming more and more unintelligible as I continue to drink.



He pulls his phone out of his pocket, quickly typing something before grabbing my wrist and yanking me off the bar stool. I happily follow along behind him as he leads me out the door of the club and over to a car with someone waiting inside it. He pushes me into the back seat, telling me to buckle up, before climbing in beside me.



"Ooh, are we going on an adventure?" I ask excitedly, causing whoever was driving to chuckle.

"Not quite." Niall says, making me frown.

"Well, boo you!" This causes both boys to laugh, and I smile at my own drunken stupidity. I cringe as they continue to laugh, my head beginning to pound mercilessly. "Ow!"

"What?"

"My head hurts!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much."



I lean my head against the cool glass of the window, looking out at the lights of the city. Eventually exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks and, despite my attempts to keep my eyes open, and sleep quickly overtakes me.