Chapter One
Niall's POV.
Liam slapped me on the back as the manager ushered us in through the back door of the club.
We couldn't risk being recognised out front.
"Tonight's going to be amazing." Harry said cheerfully.
"Maybe we can find ourselves some nice Aussie babes." Zayn grinned, before shooting Liam and Louis a look. "Well, those of us who are single, of course."
I laughed, taking in the change of scenery.
We had come from a dimly lit alley way into a dark building, with flashing strobe lights and pumping music.
I could already smell the alcohol and sweat radiating off the bodies that filled the dance floor, arms and legs moving sloppily in tune to the song that was blaring from large speakers, set up at the front, each side of the DJ.
I felt the excitement coursing through my veins and so could the boys, who were all smiling at each other.
Without saying a word, we all began moving over to the bar, nothing like a drink to start things off.
I turned my head in Liam's direction; he was standing a few steps back.
I knew he would be pacing himself, always having to watch how much he drank.
Harry handed me a beer, having to yell over the music. "My shout!"
Grinning, taking a swig of my beverage.
Louis' eyes flashed as he seemed to think of an idea.
He pointed to Zayn, Harry and I. "To you, lady-less lads."
Raising my eyebrows, I urged him on with a nod of my head.
"I propose a challenge. Each of you find a girl to take back to the hotel, by the end of the night."
I felt a mix of emotions at his words. Anticipation, interest, slight nervousness, but overall enthusiasm.
Lifting my beer into the air, I shouted. "I accept your challenge." It was at that, I saw her.
A light skinned girl, with caramel coloured hair that fell down her back in perfect curls. She was sitting at the end of the bar; a glass of clear liquid in her slim hand that I assumed was not water. I guessed her age to be around 18, or 19. My mystery lady was wearing a white dress that tied up in a bow at the back of her neck. The fabric was tight from her chest, down to her waist before falling out in layers, finishing mid-thigh. The dress showed off a majority of her back, and I couldn't help but admire how well she wore it.
Liam must have caught my stare, because he pushed me softly towards her, giving me a reassuring smile.
I walked slowly forward, before sliding into the empty seat beside her. I was about to compliment her on how amazing she looked, when I noticed the guy talking her up.
He was about 6'1, taller than me, with dark hair and brown eyes. He looked like he was about 21, around about that.
So instead of saying anything, I looked forward, listening in on them.
"-I was watching you from on the dance floor, thinking how fucking sexy you looked. I knew I would hate myself if I didn't at least introduce myself. I'm Ian." His words were slurred as he spoke, not even trying to hide the fact he was staring at her breasts.
She placed her glass gently on the bench, but didn't make a move to shake his now outstretched hand; instead she just stared up at him. "And I'm not interested. I suggest you walk swiftly in the opposite direction." When he didn't move, she waved her hand dismissively. "Run along, now."
I smiled a bit as she shot him down, hearing him walk away, but then realised she could very well do the same to me.
Mustering whatever courage I could find, I looked over at her, a smile on my lips.
"He might have been a huge creep, but he was right. You look beautiful." My voice was soft, and I spoke clearly, playing the Irish accent to my advantage.
She looked surprised as she met my eyes, and I noticed her own were a pale green with golden flecks.
"Oh, thank you. Not from around here, are you?" She smiled, but it looked as if she were more amused than anything else.
"How'd you guess?" I chuckled slightly, shaking my head. "I'm Niall."
Hesitating, I reached my hand towards her. She glanced at it for a moment, before taking it.
"Alice."
Alice's POV.
I was actually quite nervous, I hadn't come here to meet guys, I had come here to dance with my friend. But seeing as Maria had gone off with some guy about half an hour ago, I didn't see the harm in talking to Niall.
He seemed nice enough, I hadn't caught him staring at my chest yet and he was very good looking. Plus, his accent made me melt. But something was so familiar about him, I just couldn't place it..
"It's lovely to meet you, Alice." He said, his smile lighting up his features.
"You too, Niall." I realised I had been staring at him for a bit too long, so I took a quick mouthful of my drink. The alcohol felt like fire as it went down, but I refused to lose my composure. It also took the edge of my slight anxiety. I wasn't quite used to talking to guys.
Not the guys never spoke to me, or anything like that. Because guys usually made an effort to strike up a conversation.
But I wasn't very good with people.
That's why Maria had to practically drag me to this club tonight, had a fake ID made for me and everything.
I was only 17 after all.
Anyway, she dragged me here, only to ditch me.
My friends are just great.
"Do you want to dance?" Niall's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Yeah, I would." Pausing, I blushed, admitting to him. "But I warn you, I'm a terrible dancer."
He smiled, a genuine smile that made my stomach flutter. "I bet you're amazing."
I took the hand that he presented to me. "Prepare to be proved wrong."
As he led me to the dance floor, I was glad that I hadn't worn heels, feeling much more comfortable in my leather gladiators.
I could tell by my time spent in the club already, that there would be no slow songs, and I would have to keep up with the beat of whatever mainstream crap the DJ was going to play.
Niall's hand left mine as he started to dance, and I soon followed his lead, trying not to look too awkward as I moved to the music, which wasn't as bad as I had previously thought.
The lyrics echoed in my ears as I smiled broadly at Niall.
You came home for the endless summer,
On the way, saw a different colour,
In the street, got a secret to repeat,
In my mind, you're the ephemeral night.
I felt someone pinch my butt and I turned to see a group of four boys, all ridiculously attractive, and all somewhat familiar.
I looked at the curly haired male who grinned at me, and decided that he was the culprit.
"Can I help you?" I asked curtly, having to raise my voice over the music.
"Don't worry, Alice. They're my friends." Niall placed his hand gently on my arm, and I jumped, not used to being touched.
"I'm Harry; it's nice to meet you." Curly said, still grinning. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but I figured that I smelled just about the same.
"I would say the same about you, but I would be lying." I looked down at my feet, hearing that my statement gained a few sniggers from his mates.
"Feisty, I like it." He seemed unaffected by what I said.
"Lay off, Harry. She obviously likes Niall." A darker skinned boy spoke up, and I blushed slightly, but felt grateful to him as he told off Harry.
The rest of the boys all seemed to have an English accent, which was just as attractive as Niall's Irish one.
I smiled at everyone, except Harry. "Well, boys. If you don't mind, Niall and I would like to get back to dancing." I placed my hand over the one that Niall held on my arm. I hadn't meant to sound rude, but being surrounded by the boys was making me anxious.
Niall linked his fingers in my own, giving my hand a squeeze.
With a reluctant nod, the four blokes turned and walked off, a couple of them finding a random girl and starting to dance.
"You don't like people, do you?" Niall asked, spinning me around and looking at me.
"Something like that.." I felt embarrassed at admitting this.
"Do you want to get out of here then? We could go back to my hotel room."
My shock must have shown on my face, because he quickly raised his hands defensively.
"I didn't mean that, no, I promise, I wouldn't expect you to.. You know, I just meant.. Maybe we could hang out." He smiled.
Still holding his hand, I nodded, and he began to push his way through the crowd that was still dancing, taking me with him.
"Why are we going out the back way?" I asked, confused.
"Just because.."
"Are we even allowed to go out here?"
"Yeah, don't worry."
The cold air bit into my exposed flesh as we exited the club.
He led me out of the alley to the street, and I heard him swear under his breath.
"What?" I gave him a look, not understanding.
He didn't have time to explain, and the next thing I knew, he was yelling at me to run before we started sprinting as fast as we could away from the flashing camera's behind us.
I figured I might start another fanfiction, though I know I should be focusing my attention on Delicate, or maybe even school.. But ehh, here's the first chapter. It's a Niall one, hope you like! x