Use Somebody
You can find me in da club
Cassie's Outfit:
(http://www.polyvore.com/snl_backstage_clubbing/set?id=63200559)
Cassie's POV:
“Thanks so much to The Lumineers, Bruce Willis and everyone! It was great! Bye!” I watched Ryan say his goodbye from the side of the stage. They were all up there in a big group embrace and I smiled when I saw their happy faces. Jason looked at me from the stage and motioned to come up, too, but I shook my head and took a step back. Next week was my time, not this week.
Half an hour later, we were at the club where the after-party took place. I went to the bar to get myself a drink when Ryan appeared next to me.
“Good luck for next week, kiddo,” he said in a mock harsh tone while he narrowed his eyes at me. I laughed and slapped him on the arm softly.
“Thanks, Ryan, but I won't need it – everyone can beat your performance tonight,” I teased him. He put on a hurt look and huffed at me. I motioned for a second glass of vodka and Bull, which I then handed to my friend. “Just kidding, you were awesome. Cheers!” I said and we toasted. He gave me a short one-armed hug and kissed my cheek.
“I really appreciate you being there. We should hang out more often,” he said. I smiled at him but from the corner of my eyes, I saw his wife glare daggers at me.
“I'd love to, but I think your woman over there won't be so happy about it,” I said and gestured towards were the blonde goddess was sitting. He laughed loudly and patted my shoulder.
“Don't worry about Blake, she's just jealous cause she doesn't know you. Maybe we could do dinner sometime the next weeks?” he asked.
“I don't think I'll have time the next week, and then I'll be off to Iceland for three months, so I'm afraid we'll have to postpone that,” I said apologetically.
“Iceland? What are you going to freezing Iceland for for three months?” he asked in a high-pitched voice.
“I'm doing a guest appearance in a TV Show. But shhhh! It's still a secret which show,” I told him, putting my finger to my lips.
“Aw, come on, Cass! Tell a friend!” he tried to charm me by making a puppy face.
“Nope, you'll have to wait until next saturday. One of the sketches will be about it,” I said and finished my drink.
“Well, then I can hardly wait! See you later, gotta go charm my wife,” he said and disappeared. I ordered another drink and downed it quickly. I liked the slight burning sensation the alcohol caused in my tummy. I then went over to a table were some of the SNL cast was sitting and left my bag and jacket with Cecily, my favourite one of the girls. I joined some of the others on the dance floor and let myself go for a good half an hour. When I returned to get a drink, I saw that I had some texts.
“You coming soon?” the first one was from Zayn. Someone was impatient.
“Hey gurl, r u still coming? We could also meet a ur club if u want. Xx” the next one was from Rachel. Why would she want to meet somewhere else?
“hey sweetie, thx so much again for getting me to liam, he's sooooo sweet! Xo” the last one was from Behati. I grinned and grabbed my things. Obviously, a lot of things were happening at the other club. Time to leave. I said my goodbyes and ran into Jason on the way out.
“Wup, leaving already?” he said, startled as I almost crashed into him.
“Yep, a girl's got obligations,” I said mysteriously, wiggling my eyebrows.
“You mean a guy waiting for her sexy body? he said suggestively and I laughed.
“Something like that, yeah. See you on monday!” I said and waved goodbye.
“Go get him!” he screamed after me while I hurried through the bunch of paparazzis that have gathered outside the club. I got into the next cab and told the driver the address. I couldn't wait to get there, seeing as the dancing had already sobered me up a bit. It was only a short ride, and I tried to hide my face the best I could when I got out and into the dark building. The theme of the club was everything that had to do with sin and hell, so the walls were black or red, there was lace and chains everywhere and the chairs and lounge arrangements were all satin. In the middle of the great dance floor stood a tall cage, in which two girls in underwear were dancing. I looked around and found the boys in the VIP section.
“Cassie! There you are!” Louis spotted me first. I said hello to everyone and took off my things.
“I want alcohol. And I wanna dance. Who volunteers?” I asked into the round. Only then did I notice that Zayn was missing. I looked puzzled for a moment, before Demi, knowing what I must be wondering, pointed her finger towards the dance floor. I turned around and saw Zayn dancing closely with a cute blonde girl, literally sucking her face off. My eyes widened for a moment, but then I just shrugged my shoulders and headed off towards the bar. I really wasn't particularly bothered by it. I was looking for a waiter when the girls appeared next to me, all three of them.
“You okay?” Demi asked softly.
“I'm so sorry,” Behati said comfortingly.
“He's an ass,” Rachel stated. I laughed and looked at them.
“Thanks, guys, but I'm fine, really. We've established what we want and this” I pointed towards Zayn “is absolutely okay. I probably won't sleep with him again, but I'm really okay with it. Really!” I added when they looked at me sceptically.
“Okay, if you say so,” Demi said after a little while.
“Don't worry about me, okay? Go get back to your fellas! And Rachel, you better snog Louis or I'll do it myself, okay?” I added and she shot me a death glare before walking off. I loved the fact that I could see right through her. I know that she was debating whether or not someone as young would be appropriate, but hey, she had nothing left to loose. A little fling means no harm. I watched them walk back to the VIP area and then I focused on my drink. Looks like alcohol would be my only source of satisfaction tonight. I sighed, accepting my fate, and downed the yummy drink.
Harry's POV:
I had my eyes on her the minute she walked in. It was almost like I could feel her presence, even before she spotted us. She looked simply breathtaking in that small dress of hers, her hair in a high ponytail. Our greeting was only a short nod, our relationship still not back to normal. I knew I had to apologise for what I said to her. I looked closely when she found out about Zayn and when the girls went to comfort her. From what I could tell, she seemed fine. Hmm. I nudged Demi when she sat down next to me again.
“What's up with her?” I asked simply.
“She says she's fine. I sort of believe her, although I know she'll get shitface-wasted tonight,” she answered me. I stared at Cassie for a moment, thinking about what to do. “Maybe you should finally apologise,” Demi disturbed my thinking. I looked at her, surprised. She just nodded towards Cassie and mouthed “Go” before turning her attention back to Niall.
I looked at the others, Rachel debating something with Louis, Liam and Behati talking intimately and Zayn on the floor with that girl. As far as I could tell, I had two options: 1. hit on a random girl and spend the rest of the night with her. 2. apologise to Cassie and get drunk with or without her, depending on the outcome of my apology.
Sighing lightly, I got up and walked over to the bar where she was downing her second drink. She was about to order a new one when I chimed in.
“Make that two,” I said to the bartender, resting my left arm on the counter and looking at her.
“What do you want, Styles? Here to lecture me once more?” she started. Damn, she was still angry.
“I'm sorry I was such an asshole,” I said out directly what I needed to say. She turned to look at me, fire still glaring in her eyes. We locked gazes for a few seconds before her expression turned slightly softer.
“You hurt me with your words,” she said simply.
“I know, it was wrong of my to judge you like that,” I said and grabbed her right hand. She looked at me and I smiled slightly. “Forgive me?” I asked.
“On one condition,” she said.
“Anything,” I answered.
“Get drunk with me tonight?” she suggested and I squeezed her hand happily and laughed.
“I'll always get drunk with you, Cassie, no matter what,” I said and we grinned at each other happily.
There she was again. My Cassie. Something fluffy and happy stirred in my stomach, but I decided to shut it up with the drinks we had over the next few hours. It worked really well until she dragged me to the dance floor. Zayn and his girl had already disappeared, and the rest of the gang were all snogging in the VIP-section. Cassie looked at them proudly.
“I did that,” she slurred and pointed at Behati sitting on Liam's lap, laughing into his kiss. “And that as well,” she motioned towards Rachel, who had her hands entangled in Louis' hair and kissing him really fiercely. It sort of looked like they were fighting, but the way Louis grabbed for her told me that he liked it a lot.
We danced to the sick beat blasting through the club, and I could not help but admire the way she moved. It looked absolutely natural. I moved closer, my arm circling around her waist and I screamed in her ear “Your dancing is insane!” She just shrugged her shoulders and screamed “Ballet” back. I left my hand were it was and drew her closer to my body. I liked dancing WITH women, not next to them. Our bodies found a common rhythm and we hit it off really good for a few songs. I found it harder and harder to keep my hands to myself and not to bite right into the little heart tattoo she had on her neckline.
“Oh, I love that song!” she suddenly screamed when the DJ put on Deadmaus' 'Sophie needs a Ladder'. I cursed him under my breath, because this song was so upbeat we couldn't really dance close. She broke free from my grasp and jumped around frantically. It would have looked stupid if any other girl would have done it, but she brought in little movements of her hands or hips or legs here and there, and I felt like I was at the theatre watching a modern dance performance. After the song had finished, she was so exhausted that she had to grab my hand to steady herself.
“You need water, come on!” I said and dragged her over to the bar, pushing several people out of the way to get through. Yes sir, I was quite drunk myself. I ordered some water and more drinks while she swayed next to me.
“You know what, Styles? You're actually quite fun to be around when you're not grumpy,” she told me with a wide grin.
“So are you, when you're around that means,” I told her back.
“Whadda ya mean?” she asked. I grinned and pushed her nose with my finger. It was a reflex, her nose was just so cute.
“Well, you're either at work or in bed with Zayn,” I said. She pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I can't help the first thing but the latter won't happen anymore. Ever,” she told me and put special emphasis on the word 'ever'. My brows shot up.
“So, you're done with him? Moving on?” She shot my a death glare.
“Yes, I'm done with being sexbuddies, but I'm not 'moving on' to anyone. I need time for myself,” she said and grabbed the water the bartender put down in front of her. I watched her take a big gulp, admiring the way her neck stretched when she tipped her head back. She was downright beautiful.
“You should be in one of our videos,” I mumbled, saying out loud what I was thinking. She laughed shortly.
“Nah, thanks, I don't do music videos,” she told me. Then her eyes lit up. “Uhhh... you know what we haven't done all night?”
Kissing, Snogging, fucking, licking, touching? The first things that popped into my head, but I just shook them off. “No, what?” I asked.
“Shots!” she almost screamed and ordered a round for us and the rest of the gang. She convinced the bartender to bring them to the VIP-area and then dragged me over to the rest. “No snogging, more drinking!” she screamed like a little girl and jumped straight onto Louis and Rachel, who both fell from the couch they were all touchy-feely on. Cassie sat there like a little princess, grinning from ear to ear, whereas the other two on the floor held their bums and started swearing and complaining. All I could do was laugh – I liked drunk Cassie.
The bartender brought the shots and we downed them willingly. Cassie dragged all of us to the dance floor again and after that, everything became sort of blurry...
(http://www.polyvore.com/snl_backstage_clubbing/set?id=63200559)
Cassie's POV:
“Thanks so much to The Lumineers, Bruce Willis and everyone! It was great! Bye!” I watched Ryan say his goodbye from the side of the stage. They were all up there in a big group embrace and I smiled when I saw their happy faces. Jason looked at me from the stage and motioned to come up, too, but I shook my head and took a step back. Next week was my time, not this week.
Half an hour later, we were at the club where the after-party took place. I went to the bar to get myself a drink when Ryan appeared next to me.
“Good luck for next week, kiddo,” he said in a mock harsh tone while he narrowed his eyes at me. I laughed and slapped him on the arm softly.
“Thanks, Ryan, but I won't need it – everyone can beat your performance tonight,” I teased him. He put on a hurt look and huffed at me. I motioned for a second glass of vodka and Bull, which I then handed to my friend. “Just kidding, you were awesome. Cheers!” I said and we toasted. He gave me a short one-armed hug and kissed my cheek.
“I really appreciate you being there. We should hang out more often,” he said. I smiled at him but from the corner of my eyes, I saw his wife glare daggers at me.
“I'd love to, but I think your woman over there won't be so happy about it,” I said and gestured towards were the blonde goddess was sitting. He laughed loudly and patted my shoulder.
“Don't worry about Blake, she's just jealous cause she doesn't know you. Maybe we could do dinner sometime the next weeks?” he asked.
“I don't think I'll have time the next week, and then I'll be off to Iceland for three months, so I'm afraid we'll have to postpone that,” I said apologetically.
“Iceland? What are you going to freezing Iceland for for three months?” he asked in a high-pitched voice.
“I'm doing a guest appearance in a TV Show. But shhhh! It's still a secret which show,” I told him, putting my finger to my lips.
“Aw, come on, Cass! Tell a friend!” he tried to charm me by making a puppy face.
“Nope, you'll have to wait until next saturday. One of the sketches will be about it,” I said and finished my drink.
“Well, then I can hardly wait! See you later, gotta go charm my wife,” he said and disappeared. I ordered another drink and downed it quickly. I liked the slight burning sensation the alcohol caused in my tummy. I then went over to a table were some of the SNL cast was sitting and left my bag and jacket with Cecily, my favourite one of the girls. I joined some of the others on the dance floor and let myself go for a good half an hour. When I returned to get a drink, I saw that I had some texts.
“You coming soon?” the first one was from Zayn. Someone was impatient.
“Hey gurl, r u still coming? We could also meet a ur club if u want. Xx” the next one was from Rachel. Why would she want to meet somewhere else?
“hey sweetie, thx so much again for getting me to liam, he's sooooo sweet! Xo” the last one was from Behati. I grinned and grabbed my things. Obviously, a lot of things were happening at the other club. Time to leave. I said my goodbyes and ran into Jason on the way out.
“Wup, leaving already?” he said, startled as I almost crashed into him.
“Yep, a girl's got obligations,” I said mysteriously, wiggling my eyebrows.
“You mean a guy waiting for her sexy body? he said suggestively and I laughed.
“Something like that, yeah. See you on monday!” I said and waved goodbye.
“Go get him!” he screamed after me while I hurried through the bunch of paparazzis that have gathered outside the club. I got into the next cab and told the driver the address. I couldn't wait to get there, seeing as the dancing had already sobered me up a bit. It was only a short ride, and I tried to hide my face the best I could when I got out and into the dark building. The theme of the club was everything that had to do with sin and hell, so the walls were black or red, there was lace and chains everywhere and the chairs and lounge arrangements were all satin. In the middle of the great dance floor stood a tall cage, in which two girls in underwear were dancing. I looked around and found the boys in the VIP section.
“Cassie! There you are!” Louis spotted me first. I said hello to everyone and took off my things.
“I want alcohol. And I wanna dance. Who volunteers?” I asked into the round. Only then did I notice that Zayn was missing. I looked puzzled for a moment, before Demi, knowing what I must be wondering, pointed her finger towards the dance floor. I turned around and saw Zayn dancing closely with a cute blonde girl, literally sucking her face off. My eyes widened for a moment, but then I just shrugged my shoulders and headed off towards the bar. I really wasn't particularly bothered by it. I was looking for a waiter when the girls appeared next to me, all three of them.
“You okay?” Demi asked softly.
“I'm so sorry,” Behati said comfortingly.
“He's an ass,” Rachel stated. I laughed and looked at them.
“Thanks, guys, but I'm fine, really. We've established what we want and this” I pointed towards Zayn “is absolutely okay. I probably won't sleep with him again, but I'm really okay with it. Really!” I added when they looked at me sceptically.
“Okay, if you say so,” Demi said after a little while.
“Don't worry about me, okay? Go get back to your fellas! And Rachel, you better snog Louis or I'll do it myself, okay?” I added and she shot me a death glare before walking off. I loved the fact that I could see right through her. I know that she was debating whether or not someone as young would be appropriate, but hey, she had nothing left to loose. A little fling means no harm. I watched them walk back to the VIP area and then I focused on my drink. Looks like alcohol would be my only source of satisfaction tonight. I sighed, accepting my fate, and downed the yummy drink.
Harry's POV:
I had my eyes on her the minute she walked in. It was almost like I could feel her presence, even before she spotted us. She looked simply breathtaking in that small dress of hers, her hair in a high ponytail. Our greeting was only a short nod, our relationship still not back to normal. I knew I had to apologise for what I said to her. I looked closely when she found out about Zayn and when the girls went to comfort her. From what I could tell, she seemed fine. Hmm. I nudged Demi when she sat down next to me again.
“What's up with her?” I asked simply.
“She says she's fine. I sort of believe her, although I know she'll get shitface-wasted tonight,” she answered me. I stared at Cassie for a moment, thinking about what to do. “Maybe you should finally apologise,” Demi disturbed my thinking. I looked at her, surprised. She just nodded towards Cassie and mouthed “Go” before turning her attention back to Niall.
I looked at the others, Rachel debating something with Louis, Liam and Behati talking intimately and Zayn on the floor with that girl. As far as I could tell, I had two options: 1. hit on a random girl and spend the rest of the night with her. 2. apologise to Cassie and get drunk with or without her, depending on the outcome of my apology.
Sighing lightly, I got up and walked over to the bar where she was downing her second drink. She was about to order a new one when I chimed in.
“Make that two,” I said to the bartender, resting my left arm on the counter and looking at her.
“What do you want, Styles? Here to lecture me once more?” she started. Damn, she was still angry.
“I'm sorry I was such an asshole,” I said out directly what I needed to say. She turned to look at me, fire still glaring in her eyes. We locked gazes for a few seconds before her expression turned slightly softer.
“You hurt me with your words,” she said simply.
“I know, it was wrong of my to judge you like that,” I said and grabbed her right hand. She looked at me and I smiled slightly. “Forgive me?” I asked.
“On one condition,” she said.
“Anything,” I answered.
“Get drunk with me tonight?” she suggested and I squeezed her hand happily and laughed.
“I'll always get drunk with you, Cassie, no matter what,” I said and we grinned at each other happily.
There she was again. My Cassie. Something fluffy and happy stirred in my stomach, but I decided to shut it up with the drinks we had over the next few hours. It worked really well until she dragged me to the dance floor. Zayn and his girl had already disappeared, and the rest of the gang were all snogging in the VIP-section. Cassie looked at them proudly.
“I did that,” she slurred and pointed at Behati sitting on Liam's lap, laughing into his kiss. “And that as well,” she motioned towards Rachel, who had her hands entangled in Louis' hair and kissing him really fiercely. It sort of looked like they were fighting, but the way Louis grabbed for her told me that he liked it a lot.
We danced to the sick beat blasting through the club, and I could not help but admire the way she moved. It looked absolutely natural. I moved closer, my arm circling around her waist and I screamed in her ear “Your dancing is insane!” She just shrugged her shoulders and screamed “Ballet” back. I left my hand were it was and drew her closer to my body. I liked dancing WITH women, not next to them. Our bodies found a common rhythm and we hit it off really good for a few songs. I found it harder and harder to keep my hands to myself and not to bite right into the little heart tattoo she had on her neckline.
“Oh, I love that song!” she suddenly screamed when the DJ put on Deadmaus' 'Sophie needs a Ladder'. I cursed him under my breath, because this song was so upbeat we couldn't really dance close. She broke free from my grasp and jumped around frantically. It would have looked stupid if any other girl would have done it, but she brought in little movements of her hands or hips or legs here and there, and I felt like I was at the theatre watching a modern dance performance. After the song had finished, she was so exhausted that she had to grab my hand to steady herself.
“You need water, come on!” I said and dragged her over to the bar, pushing several people out of the way to get through. Yes sir, I was quite drunk myself. I ordered some water and more drinks while she swayed next to me.
“You know what, Styles? You're actually quite fun to be around when you're not grumpy,” she told me with a wide grin.
“So are you, when you're around that means,” I told her back.
“Whadda ya mean?” she asked. I grinned and pushed her nose with my finger. It was a reflex, her nose was just so cute.
“Well, you're either at work or in bed with Zayn,” I said. She pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I can't help the first thing but the latter won't happen anymore. Ever,” she told me and put special emphasis on the word 'ever'. My brows shot up.
“So, you're done with him? Moving on?” She shot my a death glare.
“Yes, I'm done with being sexbuddies, but I'm not 'moving on' to anyone. I need time for myself,” she said and grabbed the water the bartender put down in front of her. I watched her take a big gulp, admiring the way her neck stretched when she tipped her head back. She was downright beautiful.
“You should be in one of our videos,” I mumbled, saying out loud what I was thinking. She laughed shortly.
“Nah, thanks, I don't do music videos,” she told me. Then her eyes lit up. “Uhhh... you know what we haven't done all night?”
Kissing, Snogging, fucking, licking, touching? The first things that popped into my head, but I just shook them off. “No, what?” I asked.
“Shots!” she almost screamed and ordered a round for us and the rest of the gang. She convinced the bartender to bring them to the VIP-area and then dragged me over to the rest. “No snogging, more drinking!” she screamed like a little girl and jumped straight onto Louis and Rachel, who both fell from the couch they were all touchy-feely on. Cassie sat there like a little princess, grinning from ear to ear, whereas the other two on the floor held their bums and started swearing and complaining. All I could do was laugh – I liked drunk Cassie.
The bartender brought the shots and we downed them willingly. Cassie dragged all of us to the dance floor again and after that, everything became sort of blurry...
9/16/13