Moments

After Louis left I ran into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. The bathroom was very nice, huge and made of all white marble. The hot water and steam calmed any nerves that might have been boiling up and helped me relax. When I was finished with my shower I brushed my teeth and dried my hair - after, I curled it with my curling iron. When that was over I started to put on my makeup - my normal foundation, plus a smokey eye, winged liner, mascara, and red lipstick. I didn’t care if I was overdoing it. This was technically Louis and I’s first date and I wanted to make myself feel beautiful. I smiled in the mirror at myself, I’d gone from looking like a tired college kid to a sexy babe.

I ran into the bedroom and pulled on my underclothes, a sexy black thong and a lacy, black, strapless bra. Then it was time to apply my skintight dress. I put it on slowly, to make sure that it fit just right. When that was on I clamped on a small silver bracelet that I always kept in my purse, and put on my heels. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning in circles to inspect my backside. To be honest, my ass looked great in this dress. I needed more special occasions in my life so that I could wear it more often. I was especially proud of my hair, it fell in long, curly waves down to the end of my shoulder blades. I felt ready for Louis.

With a deep breath for confidence I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the bedroom. I followed the stairs down into the living room where I saw Louis sitting down on one of the couches watching the TV. I stood behind the couch for a few moments. Apparently he was too focused on the show because he didn’t hear me or notice. Finally, I cleared my throat.

Louis jumped a bit and turned around. I smiled at him and his mouth fell open. I took that as a compliment.

”Hey,” I said softly. “I’m ready to go.” I gave him a small half-grin.

”L-Lyric,” He stuttered. “You look -“

”Absolutely amazing? I know, darling.” I joked, spinning in a circle.

He stopped for a moment, considering his words and then said, “Well… yeah.”

I blushed as he stood up.

”Well, I guess we’re ready.” He grabbed his car keys off the coffee table.

I inspected his clothes as he moved. He was in a tight white shirt and with a dark jacket over it. His trousers were dark jeans and his feet were covered in his signature Toms. His hair was slightly disheveled. To me, he looked like a freaking god. I smiled at him when he turned at me. He returned the gesture and asked, “What?”

I shook my head, still smiling. “Nothing, it’s just that you look great.”

Louis struck a model pose. “Don’t I, though?”

We both laughed.

”Alright, let’s get going.” Louis smiled at me and placed his hand on my lower back as he began guiding me out the door.

He drove us through London to a nice restaurant. It wasn’t very big, but had amazing pasta, which Louis recommended. When we were finished he drove us to a club nearby that the rest of his band-mates were meeting us at. I was sort of nervous to meet Zayn and Liam. If they were anything like portrayed it would be no problem, but I still felt a knot forming in my gut.

After waiting in line for a few minutes, we were inside. The club pulsed with the beat of the music, dancing people were everywhere. They pressed up against one another like it was an orgy. Oh great, it’s a reenactment of all my high school dances.

Louis helped me through the crowd and we took a seat at the bar.

"What do you want?" He asked me.

"Um..." I stopped. Back home I'd hardly drank anything. I'd been to a party or two in high school, but I never really drank anything except for wine coolers. In the last few years I hadn't had any drinks. "How about gin and tonic?" I asked.

Louis raised his eyebrows but ordered my drink and a beer for him. The drinks arrived, his in a tall brown bottle, mine in a short, stout glass with a lime in it. Louis took a swig of his beer as I examined my drink.

"Are you going to try it?" I looked over at my date.

"I'm not sure how it's going to taste." I turn the glass in my hands. I sniff it. "It smells like pine needles."

"That's the juniper." Louis turns in his seat and places his elbows on the bar, people watching.

I take a small sip and gag. The taste of alcohol is extremely strong. I put it back down on the table and join Louis, turning myself to face the dance-floor and crossing my legs. Louis kept taking sips of his beer and I politely sipped on the gin and tonic, despite the taste it left in my mouth.

"How was your first week of schooling, love?"

"It was good." I said. "I jumped right in with no problem, the days I was missing affected nothing."

"I'm glad," Louis studied my face with a small smile on his lips.

"Louis!" A voice called.

Louis and I both looked towards the call to find Harry, Niall, Liam, and Zayn making their way towards us.

"Hazza!" Louis sat his beer down and stood up, his arms spread out.

All the boys patted each other on the back and exchanged greetings. After a few moments Niall noticed me.

"Lyric!" He hollered and scooped me into a hug.

"Hi," I said awkwardly.

"Hello again, Lyric!" Harry smiled at me over Niall's shoulder.

Finally Niall put me down and I smoothed my dress out. Louis came over and put his arm around me. I felt a little zaps of electricity everywhere he touched me.

"Liam, Zayn, this is Lyric Cole. My biggest fangirl."

I blushed and swatted his chest a bit.

"Hey," Zayn said with a smile. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Same here," Liam said. "It's only been about a week and Louis hasn't shut up about you."

The blush in my cheeks spread and I bit the inside of my cheek. "It's nice to meet you guys, also."

The both smiled at me and then conversation went to normal topics. But Louis's arm still stayed around me. It felt nice and I was glad that we could make physical contact. Not being creepy or anything, but it was calming.

All of the boys ordered rounds of alcohol and finished their drinks in a matter of minutes. I had several more drinks in that time, a screwdriver, an apple martini, a cosmopolitan, and a hairy navel. I was feeling nice and warm. Niall ordered a round of shots for everybody and I was somehow convinced by him that I needed to take at least one that night. So I did, and I ended up gagging when it first entered my mouth. But I swallowed the drink and fell in love with the warmth it spread throughout me. I decided that I could take a few more shots with the boys.

After so long of just drinking, Louis lead me out to the dance floor, a smile on his face.

"I want to see what you've got, Lyric."

I gave a sly smile and began to dance. All the years of dance class owned everyone else in this room. I twirled and flipped and bounced and jumped. My dancing was slowly becoming a competition with Louis, who was trying to outdo my moves. Which made me laugh, because he couldn't dance. At all. His attempts at following me lead to shaky pelvic thrusts, awkward arm movements, and several drunken falls on his part.

It felt like Louis and I were the only people in the room. I watched him as he watched me, our eyes trained on each other. I'd never had this much fun before. I realized that I was letting go of something. I wasn't sure what it was, but Louis had lifted it off me. It felt amazing to be free.

The dancing ended in a slow song, his arms wrapped around my waste, pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed tightly to one another. Sparks jumped from our touches, drunken smiles plastered on our faces.

"Lyric, tonight has been absolutely amazing." Louis's forehead touched mine as he leaned down at me.

"I've had the best time of my life." I admitted, giggling.

The music around us swelled, lyrics building up. I think the singer was talking about kissing slowly. Apparently Louis got the same idea I did, because soon his lips were on mine, in a slow, steady kiss. His lips tasted like beer.

After the song was over, we said goodbye to the boys who seemed to be preying on a group of girls giggling over in a far corner of the club. Louis called us a cab and we climbed in, laughing and stumbling.

"Louis, what about your car?"

"I've texted Paul. He'll come and get it for me."

The rest of the ride home was spent making horrible jokes and laughing our asses off over them. Louis repeated a joke about a fungi several times, but it kept getting funnier. When we arrived back at his home, he payed the cab driver and we went inside. The clock on the wall read 2 AM.

The two of us made some jalapeno poppers in the microwave and stood in the kitchen eating them. We were both sobering up by now. Louis poured us both glasses of ice water.

"Here, drink some of this. It always helps me when I'm drunk."

I accepted the water and took big gulps until it was gone. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until just then. Louis smiled at me and refilled my cup.

"Thanks," I said, taking another drink, then sitting it down on the counter and grabbing another jalapeno popper.

"I really did have an amazing time tonight." Louis looked at me.

"I needed it a lot." I said, swallowing the popper. "I didn't know how bad I needed to just let go. Thank you, Louis." I smiled.

"No, thank you." He walked over to me and wrapped me into his embrace.

I hugged back, taking in his scent. It was like a sweet musk. I closed my eyes and wished silently that I would never have to let go. My feelings were moving fast, but I just couldn't stop it. I felt like I needed him.

"Come on, let's go to bed." Louis pulled back, grabbing my hand and holding onto it.

"OK," I said, sad. Hopefully my feelings didn't show.

"Together?"

I looked up at him, my eyes huge. What!?

"What!?" I asked.

"Just sleeping. I promise. I just don't want to let you go right now."

"A-alright." I stuttered.

"Come on," He smiled, pulling me towards the stairs.

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