Midnight Memories

-----Amelia’s POV-----
A smile crept across my face as I glanced down at my hand, feeling Niall’s fingers entwined with mine. He took my hand, leading me away from the car and towards the building where, from the sounds of it, the party was already in full swing. I took a deep breath, attempting to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to walk into. My concentration turned to the boy walking beside me, a small smile on his face as he led me towards the building. His eyes turned to make contact with mine, noticing me watching him. Oh dear, I had to learn not to stare he might think I’m crazy. He offered me a toothy grin, a small giggle escaping from his lips, clearly amused by my lack of self-control. Evie, Rosa and Harry walked ahead of us, entering the building, Harry stopping to hold the door open for Niall and me. I noticed a little smirk as he observed our linked hands. I blushed, diverting my eyes to the floor. I felt a small reassuring squeeze of my hand, making me feel a little less terrified about what I was walking into. I’d never been amazing in social situations. I was absolutely fine with a couple of people, but a whole party made me feel a little uncomfortable and nervous. I pulled myself from my thoughts, which were doing nothing but worrying me even more, and concentrated on following Niall and the guys into the lift in front of us. My reflection in the mirrored walls caught my attention, my tense body and concerned expression causing me to worry even more. Niall clearly noticed my nervousness, as he released his grip, moving his hand to the small of my back. My body tensed at the unfamiliar feeling, soon relaxing as I realised it actually felt quite comforting. He awarded me with one more of his charming grins before the doors opened, revealing possibly the largest apartment I had ever seen, full to the brim with girls and boys, drinking, dancing and generally having fun. I smiled back, taking a deep breath as he led me out of the lift and into the room. We hadn’t taken five steps into the room before there were boys and girls greeting us, well… greeting Niall. I received a few smiles and hellos, and one very long hug from a girl whom I suspected was not completely sober. My earlier nerves had been replaced by excitement, I mean; I was at One Direction’s house party, which was pretty exciting! It also helped that Niall hadn’t left my side for one moment, sticking close and shooting me the odd glance to make sure I was okay. He was such a sweetheart; he could take care of me for the whole night if he wanted. The greetings continued as another girl approached me, complimenting my outfit and offering me a drink. I accepted gratefully, taking the glass she was holding out for me and taking a sip. I chatted with her for a little bit, sipping at my drink, although I wasn’t entirely sure what it was, and learning that her name was Sarah. She worked for One Direction as one of their stylists. I complimented her on her work; I’d always thought the boys were styled incredibly well. We talked for a little longer before her attention was caught by someone else in the crowd. She pecked me on the cheek before saying goodbye and turning away, skipping through the sea of partiers in search of her friend. I stood alone for a moment sipping on my beverage, unsure of where Niall had disappeared to. My eyes scanned the crowd for signs of anyone I knew, struggling to recognise a single face.

“Looking a bit lost there” a voice laughed from behind me, “Not great at parties?”

I turned to find the source of the words, coming face to face with Louis Tomlinson.

“Not great in any large social gatherings to be honest” I laughed in response, “maybe I just need to drink more” I giggled, holding up my dwindling glass of liquid that I was yet to identify.

“Well then, we better get you another drink” He chuckled, taking my hand and leading me through the crowd.

We arrived at a very large kitchen, stopping next to the island in the middle and surveying the range of drinks that were on offer. Louis took my glass from my hand, grabbing a bottle and re-filling it before handing it back to me and pouring his own drink. My eyes dropped to look at my glass, lifting it to my lips and taking another sip, completely aware that Louis’ gaze was still fixed on me. He leaned back on his elbows against the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving me as he took a sip from his glass. I began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, shifting nervously on my feet.

“So Amelia” He broke the silence, placing his glass down on the counter. “You and Niall”

“What about me and Niall?” I replied, confused as to where this conversation was going.

“Don’t play dumb, I know you like him” he responded, raising his eyebrows at me. “And it’s obvious he likes you too…”

“He what?” I cut in, halting Louis words before he could say any more.

“Well he hasn’t stopped talking about you since the dressing room incident” he countered, clearly unphased by my lack of understanding.

“That wasn’t really an incident though was it” I frowned in response “I think something has to happen for there to be an incident…”

“Look, I don’t care what did or didn’t happen in that dressing room before we walked in” his voice was more serious now, making me feel more nervous that I was previously. “I just care what happens next. You seem like a really lovely girl, you do, but we get a lot of girls who hang around us for the wrong reasons. And Niall really seems to like you; I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I’m not going to hurt him” I replied, feeling slightly thrown by the fact he thought I was only here because of Niall’s fame. “I don’t know what would have happened between Niall and I if you hadn’t walked into the dressing room when you did, and I don’t know what is going to happen next, if anything at all, but I know that I am not here for Nialls, or any of your fame, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t label me as that type of person before you even know me”

The confidence in my voice as I defended myself astounded even me, but I didn’t regret saying anything that I’d just said. I wasn’t the type of girl to stand there and be judged as a bad person by someone I’d only just met. It seems my confident response even managed to startle Louis, who clearly wasn’t expecting me to so readily defend myself.

“I’m sorry Amelia, I didn’t mean to offend you” he sighed, sending me an apologetic smile. “It’s just that Niall’s my brother, and I don’t ever want to see him get hurt”

I smiled at his concern, understanding why he’d be curious at my sudden presence around Niall. I guess I understood why he’d be concerned. There we plenty of fans out there who would pretend to like them just to get close to them, they had to be careful to make sure that the people they were with were actually there for them, not just their fame.

“I understand you’re just looking out for him” I smiled at him, placing my hand on his arm as a reassuring gesture. “But I promise that you do not have to worry about me, I would never do anything to hurt him. I swear”

He returned the smile, placing his hand on mine, clearly appeased by my response. I took a step back, picking my glass back up and taking a sip, glad that the awkwardness was over. Louis picked up his glass, raising it to mine.

“Here’s to a new friendship” He stated “And possibly a new more-than-friendship” He added, a cheeky wink sent in my direction, causing a giggle to escape my mouth.

“Here’s to the weirdest couple of days of my life” I added, clinking my glass against his.

“Glad to see you two becoming friends” A voice from beside me said, a hand coming to rest on my lower back.

I turned to smile at Niall, who was now standing beside me, smiling between Louis and I, clearly pleased that we were getting on okay.

“Yeah, Amelia’s great” Louis smiled, picking up his glass and walking towards us. “I’ll leave you two alone” He added, patting Niall on the shoulder before winking and leaving the kitchen.

“What was that all about?” Niall asked me, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh you know, just Louis being… Louis” I replied, turning to face him.

“How about we go somewhere a little quieter” Niall smiled, reaching around me and grabbing two glasses. He walked to the fridge, opening the door and leaning in, returning a few moments later with a bottle of champagne.

“Come with me” he smiled and I placed my drink back on the counter, taking his hand and allowing him to lead me away from the noisy party.

-----Harry’s POV-----
I don’t know what it was about her. I’d never been so fascinated by a girl before. Everything about her drew me in, made me want to find out more, and I’d only met her half an hour ago. I stood leaning against the far wall of the room, watching her and Evie dancing in amongst the crowd, admiring the way her body moved, the way she sipped from her glass, the way she smiled as she danced. She must have done some dancing before, the way her body swayed to the beat so naturally following the rhythm. She looked amazing tonight as well, her outfit showing off her body in all the right places, her simple makeup showing off her naturally pretty face. I’d decided from the moment I set eyes on her in the car that I wanted to know more about her, I wanted her to be mine. I brushed those thoughts from my mind, rationalising that she would never be mine, and I really needed to work on my possessiveness. I couldn’t help it, when I saw something I liked, I needed it, I needed to own it, so no one else could have it. I closed my eyes, taking a sip of my drink, my inner voice telling me to stop being such an idiot. I re-opened my eyes to see that Evie had disappeared, leaving Rosa alone in the crowd. Although she wasn’t completely alone, some random guy had his hands on her waist, dancing with her. I felt jealousy and rage building up inside of me, which was crazy; I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I noticed him pull her closer to his body, her body language clearly showing that she was unimpressed with this action. I waited for a moment to see if she would get away from the situation by herself, but her stumbling steps and feeble attempt at telling him to leave her alone showed that she was obviously too drunk to deal with this. I pushed away from the wall and made my way through the crowd towards her, doing all I could to keep as calm as possible as I approached them, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, I believe the lady asked you to leave her alone” I said to him, my voice low but managing to keep up my calm front. He took a step back, raising his hands in defeat as I glared at him. He turned and left immediately, clearly I had managed to intimidate him.

“Thank you Harry” Rosa gushed, throwing her arms around me drunkenly. “He was a horrid little thing!”

I laughed at her drunken state, still supressing my anger at the way he’d been touching her, my hands holding her waist to keep her in an upright position.

“I think you need a little air” I decided, releasing her waist and throwing my arm around her shoulder. “Come with me”

She followed me compliantly, clearly happy to be out of the company of that scumbag. I led her away from the crowd and through a doorway, continuing down a hallway until we reached my bedroom door. It’s not how it sounds; I’m not trying to take advantage of her in her drunken state I promise. I opened the door, removing my hand from her shoulder and placing it on the small of her back, leading her into the room.

“Oh Harry is this your bedroom?” She questioned excitedly, throwing off her heels and skipping towards the bed before hopping onto it. “You’re not going to try and seduce me are you Mr Styles? I saw you way you were looking at me in the car” She winked at me, laying back in an attempted seductive pose, causing me to laugh, the anger inside me beginning to subside. I made my way over to the bed, wrapping my arms around her small body and picking her up, throwing her over my shoulder. A small squeal escaped her mouth, followed by a giggle as I carried her across the room.

“I would never do such a thing love” I replied, “I couldn’t take advantage of a lady in such a drunken state”

“Hey! I’m not even that drunk okay!” she laughed, wiggling her legs in front of my face.

I laughed as I made my way towards the sliding glass doors at the far side of the room. Opening the doors, I stepped outside onto the balcony, dropping the drunken girl down onto the sofa to my right. Thankfully it was a mild night, only a gentle breeze so it wasn’t too cold. I stepped forward leaning against the railings and closing my eyes, letting the cool night wash over my skin.

“Harry” a soft voice came from behind me. I turned to see Rosa, sitting on the sofa watching me intently. She rose from her seat stumbling towards me. “Are you okay? You looked kind of angry a minute ago” she questioned, quickly adding, “It was really sexy”

I laughed, dropping my head forward, before turning and facing her. I studied her face for a moment, her little smirk and questioning eyes making me ever more interested in her.

“I was angry” I stated bluntly, observing her reaction. I took a step towards her, taking her small hand in mine. “I didn’t like the way he was touching you”

I watched her expression, a mixture of curiosity, fascination and fear decorated her features. I worried for a moment, knowing that I might have scared her, my darker side taking over, a side which didn’t regularly make an appearance. My worries subsided and I noticed a grin spread across her lips. My eyes were glued to her as she took a step closer to me, standing on her tiptoes and placing a soft kiss on my lips, something I was not expecting to happen. I stood, bewildered as she smiled at me softly, placing a hand on my cheek.

“I didn’t like the way he was touching me either” she whispered, before adding in a confused whisper, “Why am I so short?”

Clearly the alcohol affected her attention span. She spun to face away from me, flopping down on the sofa and patting the seat beside her.

“Well aren’t you going to join me Mr Styles?” She questioned. I didn’t hesitate to take the seat next to her.

-----Rosa’s POV-----
I loved dancing; it was probably one of my favourite things to do. I swayed to the music, completely oblivious to everything around me, the alcohol in my blood stream contributing to that more than anything. It wasn’t until I felt hand grab my waist that I was broken from my trance. Ooh maybe it was a boy, was he cute? I glanced behind me to see if the intruder was worthy of invading my personal space. No, he definitely was not, and he was definitely being a little bit to handsy for my liking. I wriggled in his hands, attempting to escape from his clutches but to no avail. It seemed asking him not so politely to get his hands off me didn’t work either. I was a little bit useless at doing anything when I was drunk. I didn’t have to struggle for much longer as his hands removed themselves from my waist, the stranger backing away in defeat. I did it; I must have intimidated him with my confident words. 1 point to Rosa. I turned around, realising someone was stood behind me. Oh it was Harry, anger plastered his face as he watched the stranger walk away. Oh, maybe it wasn’t me who scared him away, so that was 0 points to Rosa.

“Thank you Harry” I gushed, throwing my arms around my saviour. “He was a horrid little thing!”

He laughed at me, his hands gripping my waist. My legs were feeling a little jelly like I had to admit, so his support was greatly appreciated.

“I think you need a little air” He said, releasing my waist and throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Come with me”

I followed him all too happily, liking the feeling of his arm around me. Yes this was something I could definitely get used to. He led me through a door and down a hallway, stopping in front of a door and removing his arm from my shoulder. I frowned at the lack of his touch, which was quickly remedied by his hand being placed on the small of my back, leading me through the now open door into a bedroom.

“Oh Harry is this your bedroom?” I questioned excitedly, throwing off my heels and skipping towards the bed before hopping onto it. “You’re not going to try and seduce me are you Mr Styles? I saw you way you were looking at me in the car” I offered him a cheeky wink before spreading out on the sheets in the most seductive pose I could manage. I felt slightly giddy as he walked towards me. Maybe he was trying to seduce me. Maybe I had seduced him! Clearly I had chosen the correct pose in my efforts to draw him in. He made his way over to the bed, wrapping his arms around my body… and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder. Oh, maybe not then.

“I would never do such a thing love” he replied, a disappointed frown replaced my smirk, “I couldn’t take advantage of a lady in such a drunken state”

“Hey! I’m not even that drunk okay!” I laughed, wiggling my legs in front of his face.

I laughed as he carried me across the room and out into the cold evening. I gasped as I felt the cool air blow across my bum, which was most definitely exposed from this position. I was soon dropped onto a sofa, watching Harry walk away and lean against the railings. Rude, just throwing me down here and walking away.

“Harry” I called to him, recalling his angry expression earlier. “Are you okay? You looked kind of angry a minute ago” I questioned, quickly adding, “It was really sexy”

Did I say that out loud? A small laugh from his direction confirmed that I had in fact said that out loud.

“I was angry” He stated bluntly, clearly observing my reaction. He took a step towards me, engulfing my small hand in his. “I didn’t like the way he was touching you”

I pondered the boy standing before me for a moment, his voice low and his eyes dark. The way he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine, my natural instincts telling me to be careful. But hey I was drunk, natural instincts had no power here. I struggled to supress the grin on my face, taking a small step closer to him. I stood up on my tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his lips and placing a hand on his cheek.

“I didn’t like the way he was touching me either” I whispered, before adding in a confused whisper, “Why am I so short?”

I wiggled my toes, which were feeling very cold right now. I could have sworn I was wearing shoes. This happened a lot when I was drunk.

I spun to face away from him, flopping down on the sofa and patting the seat beside me.

“Well aren’t you going to join me Mr Styles?” I questioned. He didn’t hesitate to claim the seat, dropping down onto the sofa beside me.

-----Niall’s POV-----
I led Amelia through the door and into the hallway, making my way towards the second living room, somewhere much quieter where we could talk. I glanced back at the girl behind me, a small smile gracing her features. We continued down the hallway until we reached the living room door. I opened the door, gesturing for Amelia to enter, before following behind her. She smiled gratefully, taking a seat on the nearest sofa. Taking the seat next to her, I placed the champagne and glasses onto the small coffee table in front of us.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked, reaching out for the bottle.

“I’d love a drink, thank you Niall” She replied, smiling at me and leaning back comfortably in her chair. My eyes stayed fixed on her for a moment, her blue eyes connecting with mine, holding me in a trance. She really was one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. Her soft lips were turned up in a smile, her head tilted slightly sideways. Why did everyone have to walk into the dressing room when they did? I was so close to kissing her. I wanted to kiss her so much.

“Niall? Are we going to have that drink tonight?” She giggled, pulling me from my thoughts. I shuffled awkwardly in my seat, averting my eyes from her and concentrating on opening the bottle. I removed the cork from the bottle with a soft pop, proceeding to pour us a glass each and handing one to Amelia. She gratefully took the glass from my hand, raising it to her lips and taking a sip. I mirrored her actions, taking a sip of my own drink before turning to face her and leaning back into the chair. The conversation between us flowed, no awkward silences where we didn’t know what to say. A little bit of cheeky banter was thrown back and forth, me mentioning how I’d noticed her staring at my bum in the dressing room, rewarding me with a blush and giggle from her. But let’s be honest, I had a very nice bum. It was nice to just talk with her, alone, get to know her a bit better.

“Umm… Niall?” Amelia hesitated, averting her eyes before looking back at me. “In the car, when Harry asked you if you wanted to kiss me… did you mean what you said?”

I watched her intently as she asked me the question I knew was coming, but had been nervous about all night. I avoided her gaze, unable to contain the hot blush that crept across my cheeks. I stayed silent for a moment, unable to conceive of a suitable answer to her question. Realising I had been silent for too long, and noticing a concerned look spread across her face, I decided to respond.

“I meant every word” I replied, sincerity in my voice as my gaze connected with hers, a small grin adorning her lips. “Any man who has the privilege of kissing your lips is an extremely lucky man indeed”

The look on her face made my heart beat a little faster, her eyes never leaving mine. I had butterflies in my stomach as she shuffled closer to me, placing her hand on my arm. I had to kiss her right now; I couldn’t miss my chance again, and now was the moment. I leaned forward, taking her cheek in one hand and placing the other on her waist, pulling her a little closer to me. She gladly allowed me to bring her body closer to mine, her breathing shallow and her eyes focused on my lips. I leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips, a shiver resonating through my entire body. All too soon our touch was disconnected, my eyes opening to meet hers. No, it couldn’t be over, I wouldn’t let that happen. I pulled her back in, this time pushing my lips against hers with more force, my hand leaving her face and wrapping around her body. I felt her arms draped around my neck, her fingers entwined in my hair. The actual kiss definitely surpassed any pre-conceived expectations I’d had about it since that day in the dressing room. I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to kiss her forever. However, the sound of the door opening broke us apart, ending the kiss. We both turned to face the door, scooting apart a little.

“Do you guys need anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know!” Louis and Zayn giggled from the doorway, clearly thinking that it was appropriate to quote mean girls at this moment.

“Aww you were kissing” Louis gushed, “Sorry for disturbing you, we’ll leave you to it, you should hang a sock on the door next time or something”

They turned away, closing the door behind them, their laughter still clearly audible from down the hallway. I laughed, dropping my face into my hands. I swear those guys just lived to embarrass me. I looked up to see Amelia grinning at me, a rose tint to her cheeks revealing our shared embarrassment at what had just happened. I threw my arms around her, pulling her into my chest and releasing a quiet chuckle.

“I am so sorry” I laughed, sighing. Oh well, at least I finally got to kiss her, I mused to myself, unable to control the grin that spread across my face.

Notes

OKAY! so this took me FOREVER to write am i am so tired right now because it's almost midnight but it was absolutely worth it. I was grinning for the entire time that i wrote this chapter it was adorable! so who is everyone's favourite couple? Rosa and Harry (Hosa? Rarry?) or Niall and Amelia (Namelia? possibly) Anyway i hope you enjoyed this chapter please do rate and comment i'd love to hear people's feedback just to let me know that i'm actually writing an okay story :') (also i will finish writing this night like the next chapter wont just be like "the next morning" because i can't leave the night unfinished, that will be a shorter chapter because this was TOO long and i need rest)
Love you all,
Emily x