So I have a serious excuse for why I'm still updating so late. Two weeks ago I adopted two guinea pigs from my friend who could no longer take care of them and they both got extremely sick. One of the little girls died and the other one is one a ridiculous amount of medication for the next two or three weeks. Shout out to all my peeps on Twitter who have been wicked awesome =']
Again, sorry, but the other updates are probably going to take longer too.
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We were moving rapidly against one another, his arms wrapped sensually around my swinging hips, lightly fingering the top fringe of my skirt. My arms were encircled around his neck, locking his body to me like a snake. I knew nothing about his man apart from his name, but the way we danced together made me feel like I'd known him all my life. Like we were meant to move together.
Dancing was never something I'd really been into. I'd never had a reason to move so sensually, and I'd always just assumed I was incapable of actually keeping to a beat. With Aaron it was like I didn't even need to think about it – he was leading the entire time. His hands would push my hips back and forth, directing them where and when he wanted them to be. It was nice to not have to be in complete control. I liked letting loose.
The song transitioned into a new, faster tempo song and Aaron spun me around fluidly, his hands coming to rest on the revealed skin below my shirt. My stomach flipped at the contact, though suddenly it didn't feel quite as comfortable as our previous dancing. It had gone over the line of being innocent, relaxing movements to something much more passionate than I was ready to handle. I tried to nonchalantly move his hands off of my stomach and back onto my hips, where I felt safe. They didn't budge.
As the song moved on I let it slide, trying to push my discomfort from my mind and enjoy the moment. I was dancing with a ridiculously attractive guy who actually wanted to dance with me too. The last time that actually happened was back when I was a teenager.
"Aren't you hot?" He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, his hands moving upwards and unbuttoning the light sweater I'd thrown on. It immediately fell from my shoulders and his hands pulled it away from my body before I had time to object. A half second later, the same hands repositioned themselves back under the hem of my shirt, sweater free.
Where did he put it? Did he just throw it somewhere?
"Hey, I liked that sweater," I tried to protest, though the force in my voice was drowned out by the loud music.
"Yeah well, guess what?" He whispered in my ear again, pulling me tighter against his body, "You're going to like me more." And with that, we were back in our free world again.
Somewhere beyond my oblivious walls Harry and Izzy danced, along with Maddy and Dougie. Tom and Gio may have come down from their secluded booth in the back but I never noticed. The world could've ended and I still would've been basking in my fantasy life. In complete honesty, I liked it that way.
In my fantasy life I didn't have to worry about meeting expectations or taking on responsibilities or being hurt by love. In my fantasies Aaron was there to rock me back and forth, swing me side to side, carry me away on some imaginary, impenetrable cloud, in order to make me forget and feel nothing other than complete peace.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself the free feeling for a little bit longer. I knew it would be only a little bit of time before I went back to worrying over everything and feeling all the pain from my vacation. And Danny... oh Danny... he'd hurt me so much...
Aaron seemed more than willing to fill the gaping hole in my chest that Danny had so kindly left behind. He offered me a free escape, clueless to my past pain but knowingly able to provide the perfect antidote. He was a professional.
His hands smoothed over my stomach, his fingers running up and down my sides like he was mapping out my shape. I shivered, though in the height of all my feelings I couldn't decipher if it was due to a good vibe or a bad one. My mind wasn't thinking clearly.
And then his hand slipped a little too far up my shirt.
"Ah, no," I laughed a slight chuckle, hoping he'd understand as I quickly pulled his hand away, taking it firmly in my own. It was one thing to feel free and light, but it was another thing to look like I was having sex on the dance floor with I guy I didn't know at all.
"Aw, come on... it's all in the fun..." He laughed as well, sneaking his hand back out of my own and tickling his way up to my neck where he traced my collar bone, his fingers dipping too deeply over my chest.
"And my fun has a line – and that crosses it," I tried again, hoping he'd understand. I desperately wanted to keep dancing – what if he just left me? Just like Danny? What if he didn't think I was good enough?
"Know what you need? You need to loosen up. Come on, I'll buy you a drink," Aaron was talking directly into my ear so I could pick up on every husky tone in his voice. I nodded my head, not really able to respond as he grabbed my hand and led me away from the dance floor and pulling me to the bar.
"What do you want?" Aaron asked, looking down at me patiently. I frowned, thinking hard for a moment. What did I want? Like, really want? My first reaction was to say "Danny" though that was not only not an answer to his particular question, but also unreasonable. It was like a form of Stockholm Syndrome, though I wasn't falling in love with my captor. I was in love with a man who hurt me. Was it possible to fall out of love?
God I hoped so... otherwise my life was going to be so painful.
"Ella? You in there?" Aaron shook my shoulder, smiling lightly down at me. I smiled back and accepted the drink he slid across the bar to me, not even noticing what he'd ordered. Looks like I was too slow.
"Hey... do you know that man over there?" Aaron's intentive question stopped me from sipping my drink as I let my gaze follow to where he was pointing. And for the first time that night, I locked eyes with the gorgeous blue orbs I'd seen so many times before. Danny stared back at me for a half a second, flicked to Aaron, and then turned away, striking up conversation with a blond girl on his right.
My heart broke.
"No, I don't know him. Bit weird..." I mumbled, looking away from Danny and back up at Aaron who had moved considerably closer to me. Normally I wouldn't have lied if I was talking to a friend but it wasn't the same with Aaron. He was my escape, not my friend. He didn't need to know the real me.
"Yeah, he's weirdly staring at you. Probably because you look so great," he complimented me, his smile stretching across his face in a way-too-cliche way as he placed his hand on the base of my neck. I couldn't help but blush.
"Well thank you," I replied, my mood lifting considerably as I straightened up, feeling more confident. I lifted my glass, ready to continue with my night and party till I couldn't remember my own name. The liquid touched my tongue, hot and ready to do my bidding. I was flurrying with excitement, thinking about the painless evening I was going to have. And Aaron and his ability to pay for drinks was only the start of it.
But then my plans were quickly spoiled.
"DON'T DRINK THAT!" A body came flying out of no where and slammed the glass out of my hand, sending it soaring behind the bar to crash and break all over the ground. I stared at it, shocked, unable to believe someone just jumped me. I moved to face my attacker, pissed that I now had to get a new drink.
"Danny?" Even with our extreme proximity, he was the last person I expected to see standing before me.
Though what surprised me more was that his furious eyes weren't focused in my direction, but were locked securely on Aaron's stoney face. People around us turned to stare, and the bartender yelled at us to get out and never come back. No one listened.
"So you do know this freak?" Aaron asked me, his eyes never leaving Danny's furious form.
"Me a freak? YOU JUST PUT SOMETHING IN HER DRINK!" Danny screamed again, lunging forward and pushing Aaron's back against the bar. I gasped, unable to believe what Danny was saying. He must've been drinking too much and thought he saw -
"Fuck off man! Get your own chick!" Aaron screamed back, pushing Danny off of him and hitting him squarely in the face. I felt like I was the one being hit.
"Stop it!" I screamed, trying to get in the middle and break it up. Violence was never the answer.
Aaron's strong arms weren't just an illusion. He forcefully pushed me out of the way, sending me flying across the floor and landing on the hard black marble tiles. My knees slammed first and I felt them throb but I quickly jumped back up, thoroughly angry now.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Danny screamed, jumping forward again and pinning Aaron onto the ground. I ran forward, getting to the pair the same time the club security did, though I managed to grab a hold of Danny first. I yanked him off of the plum-colored Aaron (Danny had done a bit of damage to his face...) and back behind the crowd. His nose and lip were bleeding. One of his eyes was swelling. Yet, no matter how cliche it sounded, he still looked beautiful.
"Are you okay? You look horrible," my voice cracked a bit as I looked him over, instinctively checking him for any vital damage. Would he need to go to the hospital?
"I'm fine – fuck, I'm fine. Are you okay? You turned away and his hand slipped over your drink and then I thought you saw it fizz but then you went to drink it and he was just smiling like a mother fucker-"
"I- I'm fine," I swallowed, my eyes wide as I thought about the portion of liquid that I'd put in my body. Was it really drugged? "I only had a sip..."
Danny's eyes widened too, a look of pure horror coating his already horrible looking face. He reached forward and took my hand, dragging me passed the body guards (who were tugging Aaron up off the floor) and out of the club.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trusting him.
In any other situation I would've killed him for touching me, even just on the hand. But this wasn't any other situation. He wasn't trying to win me back or apologize a million times for what had happened. He was doing what any good person would do.
"I'm going to take you back to my place. Doug can catch a ride with Harry. If you want, we can go to Harry's but I'm not really welcome there right now," Danny spoke informatively, giving me the option.
"We can go to yours," I mumbled back, fully aware of why Danny felt uncomfortable going to Harry's.
The ride to his flat was silent, though not due to any awkward feelings. My mind was spinning. Was there really something in my drink? Did I actually drink it? Did I drink enough for it to actually matter? What if Danny was just seeing things?
My mind continued reeling in circles and I started to feel nauseous. My stomach flipped every time Danny sped the car up or slowed down even a fraction of the speed. I leaned my head on the cool glass of the window, hoping to calm my stomach.
Was it because of the drink? Was nausea a side affect? Suddenly, my mind didn't care as much any more as I began to feel really sick. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out, hoping the wind would help.
"Are you okay?" Danny asked, concern evident in his voice and face.
"Feel sick..." I mumbled, closing my eyes as vertigo took over. The world was spinning and I could do nothing to stop it.
Danny pulled the car over and stopped, giving me just enough initiative to spew the contents of my stomach on the shoulder of the road. As I caught my breath, I swung the door open and jumped out, hoping to avoid a huge, embarrassing mess.
Danny was right out the car beside me, actually holding my hair back like they did in all the movies. I didn't want him to see me so gross...
"Don't worry, Dougie's been worse. I swear," he chuckled lightly as I tried to push him away. Oddly enough, it did settle my nerves a bit.
When I'd finished spewing the contents of my stomach onto the grass I sat up and slowly walked back to the car. We were almost at his flat anyway. I could make it.
"Are you okay? Does anything else feel weird?" He asked, worry covering his face again as he starting speeding off.
"I feel... kinda tired..." I mumbled, closing my eyes. Just to rest them. Yeah, just to rest.
"Am I supposed to let you sleep? I don't – I don't know what to do." He honestly sounded scared.
"I can sleep..." I hazily replied, knowing fully well there would be no way for him to keep me conscious anyway.
And with that, I was out.
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alysmiley – You were very correct in assuming that there was going to be a lot of drama lmao. Danny was completely justified in his anger towards Aaron! Oooh those kind of men make me so angry. Anyway, thanks hun! I looovvvveeee youu!!
gnarley- - NO WAY. How on earth is that possible? Is your brother like Kyle XY? How can he NOT have a belly button? I'm absolutely flabbergasted! (I've never been able to use that word before!! XD) Anyway, sorry the chapter made you angry! Danny/Ella time is soon to come!!
dani6531 – Haha glad you liked it! I love love LOVE Gi so much! I feel like I never portray her right in my fics though. Hopefully I'll get better at it in the future. Haha and I think Ella probably WOULD'VE flipped out at Danny if he hadn't been like... working with her brother and everything. She doesn't want to pull a Yoko Ono! XD
McFlYiNgHiGh – Aw lovely your review made me smile so much =] I'm so glad you like the way the story's going. I'd probably have more to say but I'm completely brain dead right now and soooo sleepy. Can't go to bed yet though!!! Ahhhrrrggg. Anyway, sorry that I'm complaining! HAPPY THOUGHTS =] OH I'm going to NYC in December! Just randomly thought you'd like to know XD anywya, TAH lovely!
Holly360 – Aw glad you love them so much =] I promise Danny Ella time is approaching on the horizon. Just all depends on when I can post that freaking horizon on FF lmao. Anyway, thanks lovely!
zabster95 – You want to go to Oxford!?!?! That's amazing!! I'm hoping to go to a Uni in England too! I'm actually visiting some schools this March to help make a decision! I'm pretty sure Oxford is out of my league but I'm thinking Liverpool Uni is quite nice. And there are a few international schools I'm looking into. AH! So excited!! Hahah anyway, YES saw Danny on Family Fortunes! I was laughing my butt off the entire time!! XD anyway, thank you lovely!
Alexis Gage - Oh I knew it was still you but I figured I'd put in the little / thing for good measure =] haha and yay another twitter chatterer! I love that device =] connects me to people all over the world! And yeah, I guess Ella did kind of subconsciously enjoy being all dolled up. I think she liked the escape and the freedom, though Harry's reaction was priceless lmao. Anyway, thanks lovely!
That girl16 – Aww! I'm glad you liked it!! And I'm glad you thought it was so realistic! Seriously, I love Tom and it's wicked cool that you think that's how he'd really be. I'm still a bit frustrated with the way I have Gio though... I've never quite gotten her right and I love her to bits!! Ahhh anyway, thanks lovely!
McFlygirly09 – Hahaha was this enough serious drama for you? It's like... as soon as Aaron was mentioned as a character everyone was like "uh oh! Here's the drama we've been waiting for!!!" haha yup yup. Aaron is not a nice guy. I actually detest his character with an extreme passion. Anywaayyyyy thanks love!
xMcflyxLoverxKatiex – Ah no my dear, you're SUPPOSED to feel sorry for them! It's perfect that you do! Don't apologize! It's a contradictory feeling though. Like you know you shouldn't feel bad but you do. Ahhh well. Danny and Ella have won a few hearts lol. Anyway, thank you!