They Don't Know About Us

There I was, drunk as hell, dancing in the middle of the dance floor with 2/5 of one direction. Niall and Liam. Niall was completely gone yet Liam wasn’t, I guess he was the one that looks out for these lads. The speakers blasted ‘Harlem Shake’ and let me tell you, Niall and I went completely crazy. He was seriously one of the best persons you could ever meet. I laughed at Niall as he jumped up and down almost tripping on his own feet. “Okay Niall, that’s enough, go sit your arse down.” Liam’s stern voice said.

“Oh come on Liam, loosen up.” I put my hands on his chest. “We’re just having fun, why don’t you get some drinks and join us, yeah?” I heard his loud sigh before he nodded. He left leaving me and Niall to dance. “You alright Niall?” I saw him holding onto his head. “Niall?” He looked at me before collapsing on top of me sending both of us straight to the floor. “Niall! I can’t breathe!” I gasped for air. He didn’t move so I attempted to push him off. “Fuck.” I mumbled under my breath.

”Whoa, Jillian, I didn’t know you got so dirty on the first night.” I heard Louis voice near my ear causing my skin to jump. He chuckled and pulled a passed out Irish lad off of me. “What happened to Liam?” I pointed to the bar as I attempted to get my drunken self onto my heels.

“How do people do this!” I slipped onto the floor once again.

“Here love, let me help you.” I heard Zayn behind me. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me up and balanced me on my heels.

“Thank you.” I smiled patting his cheeks stumbling to the bar to meet up with Liam. “Liam?” I called out.

“Hey there sexy lady.” I saw a man step in front of me. “May I buy you a drink?” He smiled.

“No, I’m just looking for my friend.” I gave him a small smile before stepping around him.

“Hey.” I felt his hand grip my wrist. “Come on, don’t be one of those bitches.” He smirked. I was fuming.

“You know what, sure.” I spat out. He handed me and drink and I splashed it on his face. “Get the hell away from me.” I saw a couple flashes, meaning A, it was from the stroke light. Or B, paparazzi. He walked away mumbling curse words and I smiled, I was proud of myself. “Liam?” I called over the loud music but it was pointless, he was no where to be found. I looked at my phone and I noticed it was dead. Great. By now my drunkenness has became a headache. I rushed out the door and looked at the busy street. I saw paparazzi running towards me and I really didn’t need pictures of me leaving a club on the magazines. I took off my heels and ran to an alley. I hid there till the coast was clear which happened to be half an hour. I looked at the empty street and sighed. Great, now i had to walk home. I sighed and started walking home only hearing the clicks of my heels. It took me two hours to get home but I made it. I went straight to my bed and pass out.

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Liam’s POV

“She’s not answering Zayn! Did you say something to her?” I was freaking out, I’ve lost her in the club and she’s drunk.

“I didn’t say anything Liam, calm down, she probably caught a cab home and she’s probably sleeping. Relax Liam.” I sighed and looked over at Niall who had been constantly throwing up. “Look, me and Perrie are just going to bed, take care of the little Irish man will ya?” I nodded and they went off.

“Hey Niall, you alright?” He shook his head.

“I feel like complete shit.” I rubbed his back and handed him an advil.

“Take this and take a shower. Once your done head to bed.” He nodded and I stepped out of the bathroom and went into my room. I grabbed my phone and looked for Jillian’s number. I pressed create a message and started typing away.

Jillian, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to find you in that crowded club, I went crazy looking for you, I hope you’re okay, please tell me you are. I’ll come by in the morning and make sure you’re alright okay? -Liam xx

I set my phone on the nightstand and drift to sleep. In the morning I felt Niall shake me awake. “Hmm?” I managed to get out before my eyes opened.

“My head hurts, where’s the Advil?” I sighed and got up.

“Keep on drinking now will ya.” I chuckled and he pushed me lightly.

“Don’t be such an arse, help me!” I laugh and hand him an Advil. “So how did it go with Jillian?” My smile faded and I took my phone in my hand. No texts and no calls from Jillian. “What’s wrong?” Niall’s Irish voice spoke.

“Last night, she told me to get myself a drink, so I did. When I came back you were passed out and she was gone. I tried calling her and texting her but she still hasn’t contacted me.” I sighed. “She trusts me Niall. She told me things, I could never really forget, it scares me knowing all those things. But I want her to be able to have us as support. I want her in our lives. I want her in my life. Forever.” I looked down and Niall patted my back.

“Don’t worry mate. I’m sure she will be.” And with that he left me with my thoughts. I quickly got into some jeans and a tee and ran out the door and straight to Jillian’s apartment. It was a fast drive. I ran up to her door and knocked pretty hard. After a couple of seconds of no answer I knocked again, no answer once again.

“Jillian!” I knock once more. “Jillian are you in there?” I fondled with the door handle and to my surprise it was open. “Jillian?” I stepped inside, no answer. “I walked into her room and saw her passed out in her bed. A sigh of relaxation was released from my mouth.

“Who the hell are you?” I heard a male voice behind me.

“I’m Liam. Who the hell are you?” My eyebrows scrunched together.

“I’m Mark.” He crossed his arms. Mark? The ex-boyfriend.

“What the hell is with this ruckus!” Jillian stirred in her bed and turned over to meet both of our eyes.