The rest of Friday had really consisted of lazing around the house. Liam and I had spent a good portion of the day just watching television. It turns out we both like watching the Food Network, but it only makes us both hungry. Liam offers to buy us milkshakes at Milkshake City; I reluctantly agree. I didn't want to be photographed again, but I really felt like indulging in something involving chocolate. Anything with chocolate, especially chocolate milk was my favorite. We both put on sunglasses, and I slip on a tuke and head out. Luckily we weren't seen by any paparazzi, and we sip out milkshakes in peace. Whenever I'm with him I always find myself sneaking a look at him when he's not looking, if he's singing autographs or just bending down to tie his shoe. He was ecstatic.
In the present day, I'm sitting in the Payne living room waiting for Ange to pick me up. The plan was to 'shop 'till we drop' and pick out a 'smoking outfit' for dinner later that night we had a reservation for. Apparently she had to speak to me as well, and I knew exactly what her motive was. Soon, a black jeep pulls into the extended driveway and I slip from the door. Liam had gone with the boys for rehearsal. They were supposed too be performing at an awards show later this week, and wanted to practice. The rain pelts on my black leather jacket, and soaks my ripped jeans and black boots. I'm soon glad to be under the canvas of her car, and breath in the heat pumping from the heaters in Ange's car.
"Hey babe! How are you?" Her black hair is pulled back into a sleek bun; her make up is done to a natural perfection. She seems to sport a thin knitted sweater and black leggings with black combat boots, and she looks gorgeous.
I breathe before I answer as I buckle myself in. "I'm alright; better than yesterday," Faking smiles were always hard, but I loathed the way my Mother had reacted on the phone with me. She had flipped and had apparently been receiving lots of calls from relatives. I hadn't checked my FaceBook yet; but my followers now on twitter were 5'000 as opposed to the normal 150. It had sky rocketed. "and might I add, you look fabulous, Ange!"
Her smile widens as she pulls out from the driveway. "Thanks- and that's exactly what I wanted to have a little chit-chat about with you, girl." Her vibrant eyes dance from the road to me.
"Okay, shoot."
She gives me an odd look, but shakes her head. "I saw the article, what did your Mum say?"
"She wasn't impressed, apparently she doesn't feel comfortable with my face like that on the Internet." I let out a deep sigh, and burrow myself further into the gray leather seats.
She takes a left, and stops at an intersection. "It honestly wasn't that big of a deal. You want to know how the world found out about Zayn and I?" she pauses for dramatic effect. "A hacker leaked our DM's out to the twitter world, and let me tell you… they weren't G rated…" Ange purses her lips and continues to look out the windshield, smiling slightly.
"Crap, wow. That's horrible, did they catch the hacker?" I ask.
"No, but my parents were furious and I received so much hate for it. But you just have to know you're better than what they say about you, you know?"
"I guess you're right, you know you're a good friend so far, Ange. I'm glad I met you." I say with a smile dancing across my lips.
Nodding as she pulls into the mall, she finds a parking spot and settles in. "I feel the same! So now lets shop!"
The mall is packed, and not just with people; there's so many stores neither of us can make up our mind in which one we want to browse in first. We agree on American Apparel and begin to sift through the clothes. We end up spending a good few hours in the mall, and we've both spend a good lot of cash. But my favorite had to be the dress that Ange and I had picked out for the dinner. It was more of a black tie restaurant, so we immediately went full out with picking something fancy. It was a sleek shiny silver dress, completed with a pair of light blue heels. Of course I would feel awkward wearing them, but I'd feel out of place if I didn't. Ange bought a pink ruffled dress with nude pumps; she was clearly girlier than me, which was a good balance. Over all, we both had a blast. By the end my cheeks were impeccably sore from laughing and smiling so much, she was so vibrant and outgoing and carefree.
We stop for lunch at a café, and for the first time in the entire day we've both been noticed. A mousy brown haired girl who appears to be in her teenage years comes to our table, her eyes are happy, but slightly nervous. "Wow, aren't you Ange and Adeline? I saw your article!" She exclaims to me excitedly. Ange and I exchange glances. Mine is more shocked than hers, she must be more used to it than me.
"Yeah, I'm surprised to recognized me," I say sheepishly.
"How could I forget? You're even prettier in person!" She says with a smile.
I laugh humbly. "Thanks, what's your name?"
"Eve, could you follow me on twitter?" She asks looking between the two of us.
We both nod as she quickly scribbles her username on a scrap piece of paper. Once she walks away I turn to Ange, my eyes wide, stomach crumbling underneath my nerves. "That was incredibly weird…"
"If you're 'gonna keep hanging with the boys…best get used to it, doll.
6:12 PM Ange's House
"Is my make-up too dark, Add?" Ange asks turning from the glowing vanity in her light pink painted room. We left the café to her condo, and let me tell you I'm far more than impressed by the turnout of her place. It turns out she inherited quite a bit by the passing of her Father, considering her Mother had died previously from giving birth to her. I thought I had it bad. On top of her inheritance she works with a local fashion magazine as a journalist, which came as no shock to me.
"Nope," I reply, "It's perfect." I stare back into the mirror at my reflection; wearing this utterly flashy dress imbedded no comfort in me, but did boost my confidence. Even I had to admit, I thought it looks pretty nice. I catch Ange nod and fix her gaze back onto the vanity to fix her fake eyelashes onto her eyes. I decided to leave the lashes; I liked the more natural look, personally. I brush on a rosy blush and apply a shimmery eye shadow on my eyelids, eyeliner and a coat of mascara. I already have long black lashes as it was, so I didn't feel the need to go over board.
When we are both ready, just as I slip on my heels we both hear a slight rap on the door. It's just Liam; It appears he's the only one willing to step into the rain to retrieve us.
"My, Adeline, you look…" His pause nerves me, I suck in a breath. "Ravishing." And release.
"You don't look so bad yourself," and he didn't, with black jeans, a white button up shirt and a black vest he looks smashing.
"Well, thanks Liam. I look quite 'ravishing' too, don't I?" she motions to her attire with a playful smirk.
Liam returns the snarky comment with a grin, and nods. "You, too look quite fantastic."
Liam's arrived in his own silver car along with Zayn, and Harry riding in the back. I'm offered the front seat to sit beside Liam. I take the offer wearily. Of course being around him the time that I have you think I still wouldn't be nervous. He smiles brightly at me, his hands grasping the black wheel firmly as he pulls out from the driveway. I return the smile, tucking a strand of auburn-red hair from my eyes. The drive takes a while, a good 15 minutes that really ends up feeling like 5. We blast the top 40's from itunes, and we all sing obnoxiously together.
Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
We sing the last part to Some Nights by Fun just as the car pulls into the parking lot. Many people line up at the doors, music emits from the building loudly, filling our ears. I wasn't told this was an event, or club. I look to Liam, clearly confused, slightly worried.
"This isn't a restaurant…"
"I know, I apologize for not telling you, but I thought it would be fun to surprise you. I thought you might enjoy attending my friends party." His smile reaches his eyes, pulling them slightly closed.
I look to Ange, who's immediately holding her hands up in defense with a sheepish grin on her lips. "They made me promise not to tell! I over heard them talking!"
I sigh with a small laugh, a smile dancing upon my face. "Well, you should be glad I like to party, otherwise you'd we stuck with a very, very unhappy Addy on your hands." I wink towards them, holding my bag firmly in my hands.
I feel a warm hand suddenly curl around the bare skin of my shoulder, Louis. "I'm fairly certain the only hands you should be in are Li-"
Harry yanks him ungraciously away, a harmful grin portrayed upon his thin lips.
The dance floor holds at least 150 people; you can just feel the vibes of ecstasy leaking from their warm bodies. Just to the left tens of people are seating, but it seems the majority of people are enjoying the loud music that blares from the vibrating speakers. We find a table that just manages to seat the 7 of us. I sit with Ange on my right, and Liam on my left. Theirs menus places in front of us that complete a retro looking glass sculpture that rests in the middle of the table. It's a sunset colored glass that displays several shades of reds and oranges. Branches jut out in all directions, this way and that.
"Shall we order and head to the dance floor?" Zayn asks the group as he takes his seat next to Ange. We all study the menu as we nod, and I mentally decide on a Caesar salad as my nerves for the night suddenly had demolished my once large appetite. Once we've all ordered our foods and drinks we all head to the dance floor.
"Would you care to dance, Addy?" Liam asks holding his hand out in front of him, turning to her once they've mixed themselves with the dancing people. They're too busy to notice the One Direction boys to make a big deal about it. The rest of the boys and Ange had disappeared.
I take Liam's warm hand without a second of hesitation. "I'd love to," My voice is smooth as I accept his offer, and once I place my hand into his, he pulls me close and we move with the dancing people. He carefully puts his hands around my waist, my hands upon his shoulders. His touch, his feel, the way he holds me close to his body sends electric sparks circling up my spine. The lyrics to Usher's song "Scream" pounds through the floor, I can feel the vibrations with through my heels;
I see you over there, so hypnotic
Thinking 'bout what I'd do to that body
I'd get you like ooh baby baby
We dance with the music; my hips move with his hands upon my hips, I am moved closer to his warm body and I can feel the ecstasy running from my own body as my lips form into a large smile. If it's possible, it's as if I can feel him smiling, too. Just from the corner of my eye I catch Ange looking our way. She seems to whisper something in Zayn's ear, and they both make their way over to us.
"C'mon man," Zayn murmurs to himself, which I found hardly auditory. What really surprises me is that I feel Zayn move Liam's soft hands from my waist to my butt, though I don't flinch.
Liam's brilliant chocolate eyes flash to Zayn; "Zayn you bast-"
His hands fly up in defense just as Ange had. "Hey, man. Just trying to help!" he then walks away, without another word for Liam able to snap back.
He looks at me with soft eyes, though they hold desire. "Is this okay?"
I nod, and we keep dancing until our food comes.
We all return to the table except for Louis whose obviously still dancing with someone on the floor.
"Where's Louis? Grinding with some girl?" Niall exclaims over the music with a humored grin. Harry's smile fades, and with what's left, he manages to smile at me when he catches me looking at him.
An hour in, we've all had our fair share of drinks, though I think Harry's indulged in a bit more. He's loud, obnoxious and if I had to classify what every type of drunk everyone was, Harry was definitely more flirtatious, Louis, was just funnier on another level if that was even merely possible, Niall was impeccably loud though Zayn… He seemed to be angry. Although Liam, hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol, and no one questioned why.
As Liam sets aside his glass of sprite, he looks to me with a smile. He moves closer to me, and some part of me manages to break through my layer of confidence and stroke the side of Liam's face.
"You know, you have a beautiful jaw line," I slur slightly, just being able to keep my posture. Liam rests his hand on top of mine, a brilliant, gorgeous smile spreading across his lips, but those lips; well, they seemed pretty lonely…
I move closer to him, and at first Liam seemed to agree, diminishing the space between us, I wrap my arm around his neck- and lustfully I pull him closer to me.
"Stop- you're drunk, Adeline." His eyes seem serious, stone like objects that stare down at me cold, but yet there's still a warms, a spark of desire that has been extinguished.
I drop my hands, greatly disappointed. "But… Liiiaaaam!" I sing out, stomping my foot. Liam softly moves his thumb across my face, his eyes now melting, his lips pursing.
"I want to kiss you when you want to kiss me, not when the alcohol wants too, but I doubt you'll remember this tomorrow morning, doll."
I frown, and spot Harry returning to the table. His hair is ruffled, but in that just-woke-up kind of way. His hands are empty, he brings no one.
"I'm going to go use the loo," Liam excuses himself to leave for the bathroom with a polite smile.
"My, do you ever look stunning tonight, my dear," Harry grins, taking my hand. "would you care for a dance before Daddy Direction's arrival?"
I nod, with a cheeky smile. He leads me out, and I can feel his ecstatic vibes, the way he molds him self into me and leads us into the music. Just by dancing with him, even if we both were incredibly intoxicated with the various drinks we've consumed you could tell he was a talented artist within the music industry.
When Daylight's fading
We're gonna play in the dark
'Til it's golden again
And now it feels so amazing
Can see you coming
And We'll never grow old again
You'll find us chasing the sun
The music blares, the strobe lights alight the room, and I find the whole environment so intoxicating. We begin to heat up, both are cheats red from sharing body heat so close, the many jumping people, the dark room…Harry grinds into me, and once the ice has broken be both move together, his left arm around me, the only dancing with the rest of his body. The rest of the space is closed, his foreheads against mine, our lips are just inches from speaking it's own language.
He closes the space, and by some power I'm still surprised, but my foggy brain, the alcohol, it all speaks to me. His lips dance across mine, his tongue slightly drags across my bottom lip for entrance and his tongue begins to play with mine.