Chapter Seventeen – Fire on the Dance Floor

Sydney's POV

I quickly changed into an outfit that I thought was cute enough for tonight. I knew there was certainly going to be paparazzi and I wanted to look good. Saying goodbye to Theresa, I headed towards the boys' dressing room as instructed by text.

I knocked on the door and it flung open before me. I heard a low whistle as Zayn's eyes scanned my body. "Damn."

"What?" I asked, flattening my skirt. "You don't like it?"

"Nah, it's hot. Someone went shopping." He said, taking a step back so the others could see.

"I think your shirt shrunk in the dryer. Do you want to put a sweater on?" Louis mocked as my poked me in the open area between my top and my skirt. I stuck my tongue out at him as they started to file out of the room.

We all headed towards the car and gathered Paul to help us avoid being manhandled by 'dedicated' fans. Harry quickly said goodbye to Lux and took of the rear of our line.

Waving to a few screaming fans and the boys signing some autographs, we finally made it into the car and pulled away. The boys and I all joked for about ten minutes until we pulled up to a crowded night club.

We went right to the front of the line and were let in, something I wasn't used to. We were lead by a very handsome waiter to the VIP section and we all sat on a large, circular sofa. The boys bought me a drink and relaxed as I sat there looking at everything. It was hard to take in, there was so much going on around me. People were dancing, music was blaring, and everyone had a drink in their hand. It was strange being around so many people that weren't speaking English either, because I could barely piece together what anyone was saying even with four years of high school German classes.

"Syd, relax. We're here to have fun." Niall said, pushing my knees down to get them to stop bouncing.

"Oh, sorry," I replied. "I didn't realize."

Our drinks then came and I was hesitant to take a sip. Harry urged me and I eventually let a little bit of the liquid enter my mouth. I wasn't sure what kind of drink it was, but it was like drinking horchata with a really strange aftertaste. I like it anyway and continued to sip away at it.

Before I knew it my brain was fuzzy and I was rocking out on the dance floor. Liam and I were rocking out to some random German band when I was tapped on the shoulder. My long blonde hair flung over my shoulder and allowed me to see a very attractive boy standing before me, asking to dance. I agreed as Liam turned to dance with Niall.

The brown haired boy put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulders. I was glad I did because once we started moving I nearly fell flat on my face.

He laughed as I straightened myself. "You must be a little tipsy," he said in the thick German accent.

"I'm not tipsy," I whispered. "I'M HAMMERED!" My shout came out in a falsetto note and he laughed even more.

"So what's your name?" He asked.

"Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All." I said, smiling.

"That's a lovely name, I'm Tom."

We continued to dance until the song ended. I politely excused myself and scrambled over to our table. I grabbed my drink and went to hold it up to my mouth until Louis yanked it out of my hand.

"GIVE IT BACK!" I screamed, flinging my body on top of him.

"Syd, I think you've had quite enough for tonight." He pet the top of my head as it rested on his lap.

"But I want it," I started to cry. Black mascara appeared on his white pants as I sat up correctly.

"I know you do, but you're going to get alcohol poisoning. Besides, what do you have in your stomach right now?"

"Erm, water. Horchata yummy stuff. Oh, and butterflies."

"Butterflies?"

"Yeah, you know. That feeling you get in your tummy when you're around someone that makes you nervous, but in a good way."

"Well, why would you have them now?"

My logical thinking skills disappeared at this point as I straddled Louis and began to kiss his neck. He smelled really good and it made me want to kiss him even more. My hands ran through his hair as I pressed my nose against his.

My lips began to move towards his when I was suddenly lifted into the air. My legs kicked as I tried to become free from my attacker. They set me down and I turned to see Niall standing before me.

"Now, we don't want to do something we'll regret, do we Sydney?" He said, his eyes glancing over to Louis who was still in shock.

"Of course not Nialler. Never ever ever ever ever." I replied, crossing my arms and shaking my head.

"Hey Niall, have I ever told you that you have hair blonde as gold, and eyes blue as sky?" I asked, touching his face.

"Urm, no. But thank you." He said uncomfortably.

Once again I was running my hands through his hair and moving my lips towards his. I leaned in until our lips barely touched.

Luck was once again on my side as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I thought it was Tom, so I turned to kiss him as well.

To my surprise it was not Tom, but rather a tall blonde looking into my eyes.

"Sydney?" he asked, his German accent enticing my entire body.

My vision cleared as I took a moment to focus on his face. His voice was familiar, something I had heard many times before.

Two minutes past when I could finally make out his face. "Leo?"