City of Blinding Lights

2
Changed My Mind

Mason is all up for it and we agree to meet at my house and then walk to the club since it’s only a few blocks away.
I dig through the clothes in my closet. At last I finally find a tight black dress that goes all the way down to my knees. I slightly curl my brown hair that’s always obnoxiously straight and put on a bit of makeup. But nothing too much just a tad of mascara and lipgloss.
Few minutes later the doorbell rings I grab my blue iPhone 5 of my desk and my leather jacket of the bed and run to answer the door.
“ I’m going out with Mason “ I yell to my mom. I wait for a response while I put on a pair of plain black high heels.
“ Have fun. When you think you’ll be back? ” Why doesn’t she just come downstairs and talk to me? It sometimes gets really in my nerves that she can never just get up and talk to me. It must be a really interesting episode of The Bachelor.
“ I’m going to stay at Mason’s so I won’t be back ‘till tomorrow “ She yells back at me that it’s okay and that I’m not supposed to stay out for too long.
Mason and I bolt the door tightly and start walking downtown.
“ So you’re staying at my place? “ he asks and wiggles his eyebrows. I push him slightly while I think of a response.
“ Tonight I don’t care what happens. I’ve been so uptight now a days that I really need to loosen up. I’m going to get so drunk to night and that’s not something I want my parents to see so please will you let me stay with you guys? “ I make the puppy-eyed-face that he can never resist. He eventually except and I give him a big hug.
“ Out of nowhere Mason stops and I almost run him over. I look at the same thing he’s looking at and see that we have arrived at our destination. Blue.
To my surprise there is no line. The bouncer lets us in without trouble and when we get there sweat and loud music welcomes us. We put our jackets on two chairs and I sit down to watch the table while Mason goes to get us some drinks. I look around and see that everywhere around me people are dancing like idiots. I mean literally like idiots. I hope that most of them are drunk because I surely would never dance like this sober.
Mason gets back with two beers in his hands. I take a large gulp of it. Then another one while I scope the dancefloor trying to find someone I recognise. But I don’t know anyone here. The beer is gone way too quickly so I skip to the bar to get another one.
There is a very lovely man working the bar tonight. I get another beer and finish it faster than the one before him.
I’m beginning to feel a bit tipsy. But hey, wasn’t that the point with all of this? To let loose? To do something I wouldn’t normally do? That’s exactly the point of tonight.
I walk out on the dancefloor and start dancing to the music. I dont know the song that’s on right now but it’s a good one and easy to dance to.
I suddenly flinch when I feel two cold hands grab my waist. I turn around to see a boy with a cheeky grin plastered all over his face.
He has bright blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He’s just a tiny bit taller then I am and is wearing just plain jeans and a hoodie.
“ I’m sorry if I startled you I didn’t mean to “ He yells over the music. I can tell from his accent that he’s not from around here. I can’t quite tell where but I would guess from Scotland or Ireland somewhere.
“ So you wanna dance? “ he asks while wiggling his eyebrows.
“ I thought we were “ His face lights up and we keep on dancing. His hands are firmly on my waist and I gently put mine on the back of his head.
We dance like this for a few minutes until he leans over and whispered in my ear.
“ Wanna come back to my place? “ Whoa, that was fast. What should I do?
Of course you say yes, you dumb slut a small voice in my head says. Well it’s kind of hard to argue with that. I mean if your head is telling you to give in then give in you must.
“ Where is your place? “ I ask trying sound seductive but it doesn’t come out like that. It comes out like if I had had about 10 more beers. But he gets the message and tells me that his place is not to far from here.
“ Well then I don’t see why not “
I start looking for Mason to tell him that Mr. Sexy and I were leaving but when I finally found him I saw that he sat at our table kissing some guy I had no idea who was. I guess I can just text him later.
The blonde walks in front of me and tries to call a cab. No one stops so we decide to walk.
“ I never caught your name “ He seems to be surprised when I ask him for his name. Clearly doesn’t get that often enough. He starts laughing at me. Why, what’s so funny? When he sees that I don’t laugh with him gets serious again stops in front of me and stretched his hand out for me to take it.
“ Hi, I’m Niall Horan ” I take his hand and introduce my self.
“ Hi there Niall Horan. I’m Naveen Miller “ He smiles at me.
“ You have a very nice name Naveen Miller. Fits you perfectly. Nice name and a nice girl “ I feel my cheeks going more red by the minute.
“ We’re here “ He gladly announces and opens the door to a big fancy hotel. The secretary in the lobby waves shyly to us. We wave back and run up the stairs. Niall’s room is behind the first door on left on the third floor.
As soon as he opens the door I run into the room and jump on his bed. When Niall finally comes in and sees me jumping on his bed.
“ Get down from there. Please don’t jump on the bed “ I stop jumping and slung my arms around his neck. He places a wet kiss on my lips. I kiss him back.
I fall on my back on the bed and Niall mounts me. He continued kissing me as I unbutton his pants. He throws the pants on the floor and soon my dress follow their example. He breaks the kiss and while he takes his shirt off. He kisses me more furiously as he takes his underwear off.
I’m not going to describe this any further but I think you can guess what goes down from there.


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I wake up and there is absolutely no light in the room. I try to get up but there is an arm on my waist. At that exact moment I realise that a) I am completely naked, b) This is not my room and c) There is a naked guy sleeping in the bed. I slowly take his hand of my waist and tip-toe all over the room to try and find my clothes. My clothes are all over the room. My dress is hanging on the wardrobe, my bra is on the nightstand and my shoes are under the bed. My panties are nowhere to be seen so I just slip my dress on without them. I really have to get out of here.
I see his phone on the bedside table and pick it up. There was no passcode on it so I get in it without any trouble. I put my number in his phone and type in the contacts notes:

Had so much fun last night!
Call me ;)

I put my phone on silence and then called it from his. The phone buzzed and I declined the call. I then ran out as quietly as I possibly could.
I only now noticed that there were four other rooms in that huge hotel apartment that he was staying in. I slipped my dress and shoes on and then I was out the door.
When I was out of the hotel I let out a big sigh. Like I had been holding my breath while I was sneaking away.
The phone began to ring so I took it out of my purse. It was Mason calling. Oh shit. I had forgotten to tell him that I wasn’t coming back home with him. he must be furious. I answer the phone and put it lightly to my ear.
“ Hello? “ Why did that sound more like a question then a greeting. I half squeezed my eyes shut afraid he might yell at me.
“ Hey sweety. So I guess you got yourself a one night stand. Look at you all grown up. I’m so proud of you ” he says in the way that your father would if you won a soccer match. Not at all in the way you expect your best friend to sound after you ditch him at some random club with an even more random guy to sleep with another random guy.
“ So you aren’t mad at me? “ I ask he paused for a second before answering his own question “ Oh, you mean the fact that you left me alone at the club with some guy I have no idea who was and all the shit? No, that’s okay. I ended up spending the night at his house so it really all worked out just fine. But talking about guys. Who was he? And more importantly HOW was he? ” I know disgusting or what? It’s not like I’m eager to tell my gay best friend about my sloppy first time that wasn’t even that good at all. No way.
“ It wasn’t even that great and I’m not sure I got his name right “ What had his name been? Neal? No. Nile? No ( isn’t that a river somewhere? ). Neil? Yeah that must be it. It at least sounds more likely than the other names.
“ So it was that horrible, hah? But you must have something to tell me about the guy. What did he look like? ” That boy just can’t get enough can he?
“ He had bright blue eyes, hair that was kind of both brown and blond and I think I saw a dimple “ I waited for him to respond.
“ Doesn’t sound like anyone I know. Are you sure you don’t know his name? “
“ I think his name was Neil ” Does he know him? Oh please dear god. Don’t let them know each other.
“ Nope sorry. The name doesn’t ring a bell “ We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone. I stand in front of my enormous house waiting for the courage to step inside.
I take a deep breath and open the door.

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