Niall took out his phone, thought twice but called her anyways. He waited for her to pick up even though he knew it seemed weird that he called her a few hours after they met. She picked up and all logic was gone for Niall.
"Carissa Brown speaking," she answered, "who's this?"
"Umm it is me, Niall," he said.
"Niall Horan?" she asked in surprise.
"You know other Nialls?" he asked, jokingly.
"No, but it's not everyday that I get a call from Niall fucking Horan," she said, sarcastically and he laughed a little.
"Anyways, I called to ask if you want to go out sometime," he said.
"Like when and where?"
"Like dinner, tonight."
"Are you asking me out for real?" she asked, surprised.
"I don't really ask people out for fake," he answered and she let out a small laugh.
"Fine, in the hotel's restaurant?"
"Did you actually agree?" he asked because he didn't expect her to say yes.
"I don't really lie when I agree to something," she said, mocking him.
"Well, see ya tonight, at 8?"
"Eight's great. Bye."
"Bye," he said and hung up the call.
"Got a date tonight?" Liam said from behind.
"God Liam! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Niall exclaimed but Liam was unaffected.
"So, who's the girl?" he asked as he sat on the sofa.
"It's this girl I met in the garden today, she's nice."
"What's her name?"
"Carissa, she's really pretty."
"An information that I didn't ask for but okay," Liam said, sarcastically and Niall rolled his eyes.
"So, what are you doing in my room?" Niall asked.
"Well, Zayn got drunk and passed out, Louis isn't opening his door and not picking up my calls, don't know what he's doing, Harry and Rose were going to hit the casino and I didn't feel like joining them but now you also have a date in an hour."
"Okay lots of information to process. By the way, where's Gemma?" Niall asked.
"She said she's gonna be in her room, she was feeling tired," said Liam, "okay, so I'm outta here, you prepare for your date."
"Okay, bye," Niall called after him as Liam walked out.
Liam walked out to hit the bar. He sat there and asked for a few drinks. He waited for his drink as his eyes wandered off to see a girl in a little black dress, sitting two seats away from him.
She had a little below shoulder length black hair with hazel eyes and sat cross-legged, waiting for her drink. Liam went over and took the seat next to her.
"Hey," he said. She looked at him and smiled, "hi."
"A lot of people aren't in the bar at this hour," he said.
"Yet you are here," she said and looked at him with a sarcastic smile. He gave her an amused smile and stretched out his hand, "Liam."
She shook his hand, "Daphne."
"Nice to meet you, Daphne," he said.
"Wait, have I seen you somewhere?" she asked.
"I'm confident.. you haven't," he said as he sipped his drink.
"Really?" she said, confused.
"Yep," he said, "so are you from here?"
"Oh no, I'm from New York," she answered, "and you?"
"Oh, I live in LA."
"That's cool, I've always wanted to live in LA," she remarked.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool."
"Well I've to leave now to join my friends," she said getting up.
"Well that's unfortunate. Would've loved knowing you more."
"Well, there is a lot know. I'm free after 9pm," she informed.
"I'm free anytime tonight," Liam said.
"Great," she said as she turned. She turned her head a little and slowly said, "I'm in room 504," and walked out and Liam smirked.
"Damn! I love winning so much!" Rose exclaimed as she rolled her dice another time.
"Rose, we've won enough. Let's go," Harry suggested but was ignored for the 100th time.
"Okay, I bet on number nine, a four and a five," Rose declared and the dice showed exactly what she said.
"How are you winning like that?" Harry asked as he stood next to her, trying to cheer for her. There was a huge crowd around them as Rose gambled and kept winning. Harry had no other option but play along but he was finally interested.
"Okay, let's make this more interesting," he said.
"How?"
"If you get a perfect eight this time, we will take a vacation to France next month," Harry announced.
"Woah, perfect eight, here I go!" Rose played and there it was, two fours.
"France here we come!!" she exclaimed.
"Get a 5 and a 2 and I'll buy you every drink of yours for this whole year," Harry put his second condition.
"Weird bet but okay!" and she got a five and a two. "I'm gonna drink a lot then!"
"As if you haven't already," Harry rolled his eyes.
"Okay what next?" she looked at him, expectantly.
"Let me think," he paused for a while. "Fine, if you get a perfect two, we, you and me, get married, tonight," Harry declared. The crowd cheered louder than ever.
"Shut up everyone!" Rose shouted. "Oh my God, are you sure?" she asked him and he nodded.
"You're the most amazing woman I've ever seen. There can't be anything wrong about this," he said, smiling at her.
"Okay people, everyone, cross your fingers, two ones!" she rolled the dice expectantly. The dices went round for a long time. Harry and Rose closed their eyes shut, they were too nervous to see it. They tightly held each other's hands and waited with closed eyes.
The crowd suddenly cheered out loud with whistles. They slowly opened their eyes and there it was, on the middle of the platform, two ones. The perfect two!
They looked at each other with soft smiles. "We're gonna get married here, tonight," Rose whispered.
"I love you, Rose Carson."
"I love you too, Harry Styles," she replied as he pulled her into a soft kiss.
It was 9pm and Louis realised that he had spent a lot of time in his room alone. He couldn't get what Gemma had said out of his mind. Was he really over it. But Louis had drank a lot by then, trying to swallow his pain. There was a knock on his door.
"Who's that?" he asked.
"Your ex-girlfriend!" came the answer from outside. Louis could tell by the amusement in her voice that she was drunk. He ran to open the door and Gemma who was formerly holding the door for support, stumbled and fell on Louis but he caught her before they both fell.
"My God Gemma! What've you done?" he asked, a little drunk himself.
"I haven't done anything!" she screamed and took another huge sip from the bottle of alcohol in her hand.
"Okay, let's do something about you," Louis said as he closed the door and took her inside.
"Gemma, what the..." he started speaking as she forced the bottle in his mouth.
"Drink Louis!!" she cheered as Louis pushed her back a little. She fell on the bed and sat up, started crying hysterically.
"Oh my god! Why are you crying?" Louis asked concerned as he sat on the floor, facing her.
"You won't drink!" she complained and continued crying louder.
"Okay, okay, calm down, here," Louis said, calmly and took a small sip.
"Yes good! Because for what I want to say, we both have to be drunk," Gemma said.
"What?"
"Three years ago, I left you because I thought leaving you at a time when your feelings aren't too strong will be better than me screwing it up when your hopes will be too high in future. But I had no idea you were in love! And when you told me, I was shocked. I'm sorry Louis!!" she said and drank a little more.
"What... the fuck!?" Louis replied. He was completely taken back. "I do have to be drunk to process this."
Louis got up and took a few shots before he was totally carefree. He came back to her and saw her smiling at him, weirdly.
"Louis, you're a wonderful person," she said, dreamily.
"I am," he replied and took a few sips from his bottle.
"Everything other than my love life is wonderful!" she complained and kept on drinking.
"Same," Louis realized and he also drank on. Both of them complained about how messed up their lives were until they had no senses working.
"But being here is great!" she exclaimed.
"I love Vegas!!!" she shouted in enthusiasm.
"Vegas Baby!" she joined him.
"You know, what's gonna make this better?" he asked.
"You mean perfectly perfect?" she asked.
"Yes!" he replied, excited.
"Tell me now!!" she said, impatiently.
"If we get married tonight!" Louis announced and she went silent for a few seconds.
"Let's get married!!" she answered and they both got up immediately.
End of chapter. Who do you think is going to get married? Or are both of them? XoXo.