Save Me [Zarry]

Just One More Dance

CHAPTER 11: 

"Reality ruined my life." ~I Would, One Direction

Saturday, 17th August 2013

LOUIS' POV

Well it's safe to say that the populars sure know how to throw a damn well party. And I usually don't get invited to that many parties, considering the fact I'm your typical A-class Drama geek.

I wasn't invited to this party either, but Dani had dragged Harry, Niall and I here by the ears because Dani's soon-to-be boyfriend Liam, had invited her. Who also happened to be Zayn Malik's best bud. Lucky us, eh?

Harry was really reluctant to come here today, and we all (pretty much Dani) had to haul him out of his room because, A) He's not a very social person to begin with and, B) Zayn Malik, who's party we are attending right now, specifically warned Harry not to come. None of us know what Zayn's problem is, he's always a little agitated with my best friend and vice versa.

I lost Harry in the crowd immediately as soon as we arrived. Damn! I wanted to keep an eye on him! And Dani had quickly gone to find Liam, 'cos we were pretty late. Niall told me he had to go somewhere and he too bailed on me.

I shrugged. I was alone, so I craned my neck so I could spot Eleanor, and I did. She was on the dance floor that was in the middle of the huge ass living room. And damn that bloke! She was dancing with that Andy guy and they were having a pretty good time from what it looked like. I pouted and headed over to the drink table.

I was poured myslf a drink and gulped down half the alcohol. The sour liquid left tingles down my throat. I frowned when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I smiled at Niall. "Where had you ran off to, mate?"

"I, uh had use the bathroom," he responded nervously, not meeting my eyes.

"Uh, you feeling ok, Nialler?" I asked him, placing my unfinished drink back down. That's what he told everyone back home calls him. Nialler. It's a cute nick name I admit. Way better than Boo Bear.

"Lou-Louis, would ya like to, uh, to dance with me?"

I blinked in surprise. That was unexpected. "Uh, no offense Niall, but why me? There are a lot of pretty cute people at this party."

"Please?" He pleaded and oh damn! He pulled the puppy dog face. Unintentionally. And it was working ten times stronger 'cos of his big blue eyes.

"Fine. Just one dance. Though I don't understand why in carrot's name would you want to dance with me!"

Niall giggled. "Carrot?"

"My hair's red so I get called a carrot. I despise carrots and I'm not dyeing my hair again. Ever."

"Really? I think red looks good on you," he told me shyly. "I dye my hair too."

I looked at him then at his hair in surprise. "Thanks. And wow I could've never guessed. Blond suits you so much," I complimented him back and he blushed. He looks so adorable when he blushes, like his whole face turns pink instead of only his cheeks and— you okay, Loueh's mind?

I shook my head when we reached the dance floor. There was a particularly upbeat dance song on and I decided to do my famous dance moves. And twerk a little.

"Look here Niall, let the Dance Masta from Doncasta teach you some moves." Niall laughed but nodded.

I first taught him my famous 'Pat the Dog, Screw the Lightbulb' dance and he got the hang of it pretty fast. Niall was a little shy to dance first, but then he just let it all go.