Liam slid on his overcoat with ease. He looked in the mirror with his mother standing right beside him. "You look SO handsome, Liam." His mother exclaimed.
Liam smiled. This was the night he was waiting for. Right as he began to reply, he heard a car door slam outside. "That must be Shawna!", Liam's mother shouted as she ran out of the room. She's going to lose it tonight, thought Liam as he combed the last bit of his hair and readied himself to face his date.
Shawna came through the door wearing an asymmetrical plum colored dress, with a slit just barely above the knee. Her hair was tied back with a purple amethyst covered clip. A gift from her father, Liam inferred. He came up to her and grabbed her hand. "You look stunning. I can't wait to spend the night with you, my darling.", he whispered as he kissed her hand. She blushed until her cheeks turned bright red.
"Photo, my children!" Liam mother stood behind them, clutching the camera while grinning.
"Mom, one photo. That's it." But after seeing the look on her face, he changed his mind. "Fine, three photos. But take them quickly, or we'll be late."
Liam's mom took two, but could not hold back her tears for the third. "My little boy is grown up. I remember when you were puking up a storm when you got the stomach flu. You were only five. And that time when you peed on your father…" She ran up to him and flung her arms around both of them. "MOM. STOP." Liam yelled as he peeled his mother's hands off. His father came up from behind and held his mother. "Dad, you might want to pick up some tissues from the supermarket. I don't think this is going to stop for a while." Liam let go of his mother. Shawna looked slightly embarrassed.
"Go before she gets out of my hold!", Liam's father called. "Goodbye."
"Let's go.", Liam held Shawna's hand and led her out the door to the limo.
Niall was sitting in a corner of the dance floor waiting for his date to come back from the restroom. None of the boys had come yet. That's weird, he thought; at least Liam should be here. He's not the type to be late. He had no time to ponder this thought though, because out came his girlfriend in a yellow high-waisted dress with a yellow sunflower in her hair. "Beautiful.", was the only thing Niall could manage. Roxanna grabbed his hands and immediately pulled him out onto the dance floor. Niall put his hands in the small of her back, and twirled her around. Both of them broke into laughter.
"Are you ready to have fun tonight?" , Roxanna looked up at Niall.
"Only if you are.", Niall blinked.
Roxanna put her head on Niall's chest and heard his heartbeat. Niall kissed her head gently and pulled her closer to him. Roxanna felt his heartbeat as they slowly rocked back and forth. She looked up at Niall. He smiled back down at her.
"I love you.", Niall whispered.
Roxanna grinned. "I love you too, Niall."
Niall reached into his pocket and grabbed a shamrock. He knelt down and handed it to her. Roxanna looked surprised. "Niall, is this some kind of Irish proposal? We've only known each other for a few weeks."
"No, but it's a promise. I'll never hurt you, Roxanna. You are one of the closest things to me. These past few weeks, all I have ever wanted to do is to hear your laugh and have the satisfaction that I am the reason you smile. I want to be with you forever." The look in Niall's eyes said it all. Roxanna didn't know what to say.
"Why a shamrock, why not a ring?", Roxanna let go of Niall's hands, but Niall was quick to grasp them back.
"It's green. I'm Irish, remember?" Niall pulled her close into a hug. He ran his fingers through her brown hair and down to her face, where he wiped mascara off of her eyelid.
"Niall…", Roxanna started. Niall tilted her head back, and dove his lips into her neck, kissing it as he came up to her face. His soft lips touched the white skin, and left it red from the rush of blood. His hands went down again, but this time to her back, where he pushed her closer to him and wrapped his head around hers. Her hair smelled like apples and roses. It flowed flawlessly into his hands as he played with it. His hands went down and interlocked perfectly with her hands.
Niall let go of her. What, said Roxanna, surprised at how Niall had let go of her.
Niall held her hand and led her off the dance floor and into a small room nearby. His eyes were large but, his smile was larger. "Are you ready?", Niall asked tentatively. Roxanna held Niall's head in her hands. "Always." Roxanna replied. Niall rubbed his hands around her hips and up her curves. Roxanna arched her back at first, but let go of all the feeling in her body and let it be rubbed. She didn't care about anything else but this. Niall tilted her head back, and with a swoonful touch, brought his red lips against hers. He was slow at first, but increased the speed as they went along. He wanted to taste her, all of her. Roxanna ruffled Niall's hair as they kissed. Her hands then went to Niall's back and held him there tight.
Niall let his lips fade slowly away from hers, as he whispered, "You're the most gorgeous girl I have ever met. I'm lucky that I found you, and I thank God every day that I have."
Roxanna met her large brown eyes with Niall's for a second. Niall hesitated for a second, but allowed the sensation to come over him and take control. Then Niall slowly lowered his head down again, and both of them dwelled farther than they ever had been before.
Harry didn't dance. He sat there in his black tux waiting for the dance to end. What am I doing here, he wondered as he watched Louis pick Sandra up and twirl her around on the dance floor. He turned his head away in disgust. Why the hell did he agree to come here? Obviously this place was forbidden for singles. Harry went to go and get punch for the fourth time. But as he was pouring his drink, a tall girl came over and asked if he wanted to dance. Harry looked slightly back and saw Louis slow dancing with Sandra with her head on his shoulder. Without thinking it through, he exclaimed yes and brought her to the middle of the dance floor where Louis and Sandra danced. But, of course, Harry couldn't dance. The most he could do was try to imitate Louis, which involved picking the girl up and dropping her down into a twirl. But when Harry tried, he ended up throwing the girl into the neighboring black couple, who proceeded to scream at him because he "undermined their race".
Black ass bitches, Harry thought as he resumed dancing. Soon enough, Harry got the twirling part down. After what seemed like hours, Harry tried to attempt the lift again when he knew Louis was watching. He lifted up the girl and twirled her around, it went perfectly. Even Louis gave thumbs up and went back to Sandra. Seeing as he didn't make such of an impression on Louis, Harry decided to try a different move, and motioned with his hands for her to jump. She jumped high into Harry's arms, which easily buckled and sent her flying towards Sandra, knocking her down along with her drink.
Harry tried to help both the girl and Sandra, but they ran off to the restrooms to fix their ruined makeup. He went to the back of the room and slumped in the chairs. Louis joined him a short while later. They sat there silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say to each other.
"It's been a nice night hasn't it? I mean, apart from the whole fiasco that just unfolded. But I got to say, it was pretty fun to watch those girls knock each other down.", Louis smiled a big, wide smile.
"Perfect night…", Harrys sarcasm was evident. Not only did he ruin his night by coming to the stupid dance, but he embarrassed himself too.
"What's wrong chap? Couldn't find a way to spike the punch?", said Louis with a serious tone.
Harry tried desperately not to laugh. "No Louis…"
"Then what?"
"What do you mean 'what'." Harry was beginning to become frustrated.
"Why are you being so pissed off? You're really beginning to ruin moods here, Harry. I'm having a really nice night and I would prefer for you not to ruin it." Louis was becoming nasty.
"Why care about me anyways? Go off with Sandra and leave me here like a sorry fellow."
"Why have you become such a priss?"
"I've become the priss? What about you?" Harry turned to Louis.
"What have I done? I've been a perfect gentleman." Louis began to get worried about the situation.
"Making jokes about me being single? You don't think I wouldn't notice what you're doing there…"
"WHAT JOKES?" Louis exclaimed. "You know what Harry, it's your fault your unhappy, not mine. If there is something on your mind, come out and say it like a man!"
"Why do you care? I've been sitting here for hours with no one to be with and you've turned your back on me to be with HER."
"Don't bring Sandra into this. This is our night. Our special night, which you are ruining." Louis jabbed his finger at Harry.
"Oh yeah? I'm ruining it? Well go be with your bitch. I'm getting out of here!" Harry shouted at Louis, stood up and walked away. "Son of a bitch…", Harry whispered as the tears came to his eyes. He went outside and called for a taxi.
"Leon's.", Harry said has he got into the car.
The driver looked back and checked Harry. "Leon's bar?"
"NO. LEON'S PETTING ZOO. YES, LEON'S BAR"
And with that, the driver sped away with Harry in the backseat.
Louis stood up as Sandra came back. "Sandra, baby, how are you?", Louis said as she walked back.
"I'm okay, just a little makeup malfunction. I'll be fine.", She said reassuringly. "Where's Harry?"
"About that, me and Harry had a little….squabble.", Louis looked down as he talked. "I don't know what to do…"
"What happened?", Sandra looked around trying to find Harry.
"Harry was just in a poor mood and I just blew it.", he said has he rubbed his temples and sat back down.
Sandra thought for a minute. "Where did he go?"
"I have no bloody idea. I just watched him as he walked out the door. He could be anywhere for all I know.", Louis dipped his heads into his hands, fixing his hair.
Sandra seemed to be in pain. "Louis, go find him. We will have many other nights to call ours. This one isn't much important than the others, and your friend is in trouble. Go."
Louis looked up with tears in his eyes. "You mean it?"
Sandra nodded. Louis stood up and hugged her. "Sandra, I don't know where I would be without you."
She smiled as he ran out the door and called for a taxi.
"Where too?", The old driver asked.
"Umm….", Louis thought about the question. If he were Harry, where would he go? Probably to the bar…Leon's! Harry's favorite bar! It was just a few blocks away!
"Leon's, and step on it."