Forever Alone

To avoid the awkwardness your friends instructed everyone to leave. You were so glad they did that. You didn’t want to hear the comment that followed it. You regretted what you said and you wished that you could take it back yet what is done is done and you got to accept it and move on. You were going to enjoy your night. You were ready.

The club your friends chose was really hopping. You were waiting to get in and you could already feel the bass hitting your chest. It was just a wonderful experience. You were going to enjoy yourself and get really drunk. You were standing next to Louis. Niall was on the other side of him. Niall hasn’t looked at you once since you made that comment. It was hurting you. You hurt him.

Time past and you guys were allowed inside. You were really excited. You all walked in and you saw a massive amount of bodies grinding on each other. The music was loud and you couldn’t hear yourself think. You were just astonished by this. You loved partying and you didn’t want to remember this night because you think you ruined your chances with Niall.

The night was quite entertaining. The boys and you guys were getting pretty smashed and the boys were telling you about their stories from when they were on tour. They were really funny and you really enjoyed their company. Bridgette was telling stories about you guys when you were younger. Most of them were about how stupid you use to act and how crazy you were. She got the boys to laugh and they made fun of you here and there but you laughed all with them. The night was going great so far.

Towards the middle of the night did the music start to get good. They were playing one of your favorite dancing songs which was “Turn Up The Music” by Chris Brown. Bridgette grabbed Harry and they made their way to the dance floor. You got up by yourself and went to dance floor. You were close enough to Bridgette that if anything went wrong she would be right there. You started to dance and you let the music take over. You start swaying when you feel two arms around you. Most of the people in here are drunk so it’s not like they can help it. When you’re drunk you do stupid things that you probably won’t remember. Then hands of this mystery grasped your waist and pressed their lower abdomen into your back indicating you to grind them. They helped you grind them and you were just having the time of your life.

After the song was over the mystery person let go before you could see who it was. You turned over to where your friends were sitting and Niall was sitting there fiddling with his fingers. Then the next song started and you recognized the first few beats and you instantly knew the name of the song. The room filled up with “Feel This Moment” by Pitbull. You looked over at Niall and he was being asked to dance by a girl. That isn’t no girl that’s a whore! She’s a slut! How could he dance with her? Can her dress get any shorter? I think so! Someone is desperate! Judith, calm down. You look like a slut too, Judith. You didn’t ask him to dance. Don’t worry about him. You were then intercepted by Louis who pulled you into his arms and started dancing with you. You forgot about Niall with that slut and just enjoyed the rest of your night.

After some dancing you returned to the table with Louis. Bridgette, Harry, Liam, Rachel, and Zayn were off doing shots at the bar. You couldn’t find Niall anywhere. You really wanted to see what that whore was doing to him. You wanted to see that whore trying to work her horrible flirting skills on him. You wanted her to break him. You wanted him to get hurt yet deep down inside you wanted him next to you.

You snapped out of your train of thought when Louis was staring at you. He had a strange look on his face. Louis was someone you felt like you open up to. He was someone you felt comfortable with. You looked at him the same way he was looking at you and you guys started to laughing.

“Are you looking for he who shall not be named,” Louis laughed at his own joke.

“No,” you answered but deep down inside you knew he knew.

“You saw him go with that girl?” he asked

“Yeah, what was that about?” you asked

“Well, Niall has been talking to her for the past few weeks but I think you should ask him about her. Preferably when neither of you guys are drunk,” Louis answered.

“Does he like her?” you wanted to know more

“You have to ask him,” he got up to get another drink.

There was someone else. He had feelings for someone else who wasn’t you. I could’ve told you that Judith! You told me that he liked me. I should’ve never believed you when you said that I had a chance with him. I told you that he only likes me as a friend. Now I’m going to have to tell myself that I’m going to find someone else. This can’t be happening. Like Louis said Judith, you have to ask him. Don’t jump to conclusions. You already did that once before and it didn’t turn out too pretty if I’m not mistaken. Shh don’t talk about that. I don’t want to explain myself to them. Judith calm down. I would never do that.

The rest of the night you spent your time drinking and dancing with Louis. Niall came back at the end of the night. The girl wasn’t around his arm. Did he let her go because she was a whore? Maybe you should listen to Louis and just ask him about her. You are his friend after all. You deserve to know. He sat next to you and everyone left to get one last dance in. You should ask him about her? After all he has told you that he wanted you but has his feelings changed? Did he realize that you weren’t what he wanted? Were you not good enough? He looked at you and you looked at him.

“Hey,” he called out.

“Hey,” you answered ever so unemotionally.

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asked

“Yeah,” you answered even though you wanted to say no.

“That’s good,” he shook his head.

“How about you?” you asked

“Yeah, I guess,” he answered.

Then your favorite song of all time started to play. It was “Let Me Love You” by Ne-Yo. You so wanted to dance to this song and who better to dance with then Niall. You started singing the lyrics and then you were pulled onto the dance floor by Niall. Niall wrapped his around your lower back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to sway back and forth looking into his eyes. Those blue eyes could melt a girl’s heart and they were melting yours. You wanted to kiss him but you didn’t want to ruin his chances with this new girl. Even though she looked like a whore and you didn’t know how he felt about her you didn’t want to hurt him. You care about him and you wouldn’t want to make him suffer.

After the song you ended you unwrapped yourself from his grasp and headed back to the table. Everyone was ready to leave. You all grabbed your stuff and headed out the door. The paparazzi were everywhere asking questions to the boys. Liam wrapped his arm around Rachel. Harry did the same to Bridgette. Louis took his coat and threw it on top of you pretending to be romantic. You threw his coat back at him and just laughed with him. Niall took his hand and put it in yours trying to hide it from the paparazzi. Louis and Niall sandwiched you together causing you to screech out which gained glares from those around you. Louis also grabbed your hand and he started to swing it back in forth. Niall did the same thing yet he went at a different pace then Louis. They were too much. They were laughing and you laughed along with them. You soon reached your building and you guys all went inside. You all went your separate ways hoping tomorrow would be better.

You made it into your room and flopped on the bed. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You slipped your dress off and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee and crawled into bed. You turned on your TV and turned the volume down. The light from the TV was just what you needed to go to sleep. You curled up in a ball in your bed and fell asleep instantly.

You woke up the next morning to a pounding headache. You grabbed your aspirin bottle on the night stand and took a few pills. You were gifted at swallowing pills without water. You placed the bottle back on the table. You then looked at the clock and it read 10 am. You scratched your head and got out of bed. You slipped on your slippers and made your way out of your room.

You walked down the long hallway of your apartment and you didn’t hear your friends’ voices. It was too early for them to be up. They were wasted last night and they probably won’t be up for another hour or so. You walked into the kitchen and went into the fridge. You were starving and you couldn’t help but look for something to eat. You grabbed an apple out of the drawer in the fridge. As you started to bite into the apple you shut the door. You stood at the fridge admiring the photos placed on the fridge. You then felt two arms around you. Was Bridgette playing a trick on you again? Was Bridgette secretly a lesbian? Did you accidentally bring someone home last night? Wait, you didn’t. You felt the lips up against your ear. Their breath was somewhat intoxicating and it sent shivers down your spine.

“Hey babe,” his voice echoed throughout your ears.