Niall’s view:
“Here Harry.” I handed him a drink. We looked around and saw no one but celebrities. Zayn was with Little Mix talking, Louis stayed at a hotel with Eleanor, and Liam isn’t drinking but dancing around with a bunch of girls, all whilst Harry and I are sitting around drinking and getting wasted. I want to see ‘her’ here but I don’t even see Timberlake and Biel.
“Niall, I don’t think she is coming here.” Harry patted my back.
“Who??” I played stupid.
“That dancer. She didn’t seem to like the spotlight.” He informed me.
“I don’t like her, if anything I just want to get to know her.” I said defensive.
“So you can like her.” Harry nudged me.
“No.” I was annoyed and the night just started.
“Hey Niall!” Selena waved.
“Looks like someone wants Justin's friend.” Harry whispered and took a sip of his drink.
“Hey you look nice.” She said coming up to me.
“As yourself.” I said.
“Do you want to dance, you both look lonely.” She added.
“Well if I dance with you then Harry will be alone.” I informed.
“No, go have fun. I see some Chaser over there calling my name.” He left.
“Well??” She urged.
“Yeah, for a little whilst.” What's the harm?? She tugged me out there and we were having a great time. Then I saw Biel here. She is here surely. Selena noticed I wasn’t into dancing anymore and let me go. I walked up to Biel and asked where Justin was.
“I assume he went straight for the bar.” She didn’t sound happy but she didn’t seem to care enough to stop him. I walked up to a bar and found him waiting for a drink. I walked up and sat next to him.
“Niall!” He said. I already smelled enough alcohol on his breath to give him a buzz.
“Justin, that girl that was dancing with you, how did you find her??” I asked sort of getting to the point.
“I have known her for a whilst now. She is close to my family. Horan, you got a crush??” Justin teased.
“No, I just… she was really good and I wanted to tell her.” I shrugged.
“She didn’t want to come here tonight but maybe sometime you could give her a call.” Justin started writing on his napkin a number.
“Actually, no. That won’t be necessary I'm sure I'll run into her sometime.” Getting her number would be weird and I wouldn’t be able to call her.
“I guess if you want to play it that way. Just letting you know she is hard to get close to.” He frowned.
“What do you mean?? Why??” I questioned.
“Look she hasn’t had anything easy and even though I know her on a personal level she still doesn’t let me in.” He looked sincerely sad.
“I just want to tell her she is a great dancer.” I said and left. Just because I want to tell someone they did a nice job everyone assumes I'm head over heels for her. I'll admit my night went downhill from there. Harry was drunk, I got drunk, Liam left early, and Zayn wouldn’t leave Little Mix. I ended up having to take care of Harry by myself. I was able to walk and hold him up because he wasn’t. I had to make sure no paps saw him or me in this state. I managed to get around paps, fans were another story. A group of girls saw us and came over squealing.
“We love you Niall!” They said redundantly.
“I love you too.” I said trying to be polite. They squealed again. “Could you not be loud. Harry and I are not feeling well.” Lie. We are drunk off our arses.
“Sorry.” They apologized. There were three girls and they wanted us to sign stuff.
“Here you go.” I said when I was done. Their cheeriness was gone when they noticed how Harry was reacting to everything.
“Do you need help??” two of them took Harry in the hands and one helped me. This was nice but paps couldn’t see this. They managed to get us a cab and they slid in with us packing us in tightly. The cab driver didn’t know where to go and neither did Harry. I had an idea but not positive it was right I handed the red head my phone and had her call Liam.
“Liam this is Natasha. I'm calling off Niall’s phone because him and Harry are drunk. What hotel are you staying at??” She spoke sweetly and she tried not to scream, I could tell. “We won’t tell anyone. We are huge fans and don’t want anything but Harry and Niall to be ok.” She reassured. “Go to North of Saint Mary’s. The hotel name is Yorkshire.” She called up to the driver. He took off and after a few mumbled words she hung up. She put my phone in her purse and looked at us.
“Yorkshire tea!” Harry started yelling out.
“That’s Louis’ favourite kind.” The girl with black hair smiled.
“I like this one.” Harry smiled at her.
“I like you too Harry.” She giggled.
“Will you cuddle with me??” He asked. I stayed quiet and looked out the window. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone. I needed sleep and tomorrow was going to be a rough day. We had a lot going on and with Harry in this condition Simon wouldn’t be happy. We arrived and they helped us out. I was able to carry myself so they all helped Harry walk. The doorman opened the door and eyed them suspiciously but didn’t say anything to them. However the receptionist wasn’t ok with them in the lobby.
“They need to leave. We will help you from here.” She said.
“No! She’s my cuddle buddy!” Harry tugged on the girl with black hair.
“Mr. Styles, she shouldn’t be here.” I assume Simon told her no girls. He tends to do that.
“No, I will sue you if she has to leave!” Harry started causing a scene. Liam came running up and calmed Harry, Louis grabbed me, and Zayn talked to the girls and receptionist.
“I'm sure a few hours since they helped our boys isn’t a problem, yeah??” Zayn asked the receptionist.
“I will ring you when they should leave.” She flipped her hair and left. Liam tried walking with Harry but he wouldn’t go anywhere unless the girl with black hair was with him. Soon we managed to get to our rooms. Harry and that girl went into the one bedroom whilst I went to the room I share with Liam and the rest of them went into Louis and Zayn’s room. There was a knock on my door and then it opened.
“I'm glad you're ok. You are lucky we have great fans.” Liam lectured.
“I'm not even that drunk. Harry is probably getting it in with a girl he doesn’t even know right now and you're lecturing me.” I said it like a question but it could also be a defensive statement.
“Because you never get this bad.” He sat on my bed.
“Look, it was just a fun night. Let it go and make sure Harry is using a condom.” I spat.
“Get some sleep. I'll let you sleep in and explain to Simon what happened. Just get some rest.” He was disappointed. I hate this feeling, it is one thing when it’s your friends, but it’s a whole other thing when it’s your best friend. I was done with today and not ready for tomorrow.

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