Just My Type (H.S.)

Chapter 4

"Oh" is all I can really say making a mental note that I'll have to find somewhere else to crash for the night and to call her in the morning to check on her

Alex turns back to faces sliding a tray between the three of us, a tray full of shot glasses

"Oh Jesus" I mutter under my breath

"Your the one that said they wanted to get shit faced so come on bottoms up" Alex says as he reaches for a shot glass both Joe and I mimic his actions I tilt my my head back and let the liquid run down my throat, I shut my eyes a shake my head slightly as the alcohol burns the back of my throat

"Christ that's strong" I say as I shake my head and I place the empty shot glass back on to the tray "I haven't had a shot in ages" when I say ages I mean a week

"Awwww come on Elle don't a be a party pooper now, let's get a couple more down ya neck then we can go have a little boogie on the dance floor" Alex says tome as he wiggles his eyebrows

I laugh at him "sure then let's do it"

Alex cheers obnoxiously loud yet all I can do is laugh at him I'm slowly starting to forget about what that guy Jon asked me and I'm happy that I'm not thinking about it because right now I don't want too it's something I'll deal with it tomorrow but I'll still tell the band tomorrow as well I'm going to feel awful after telling them but I guess that's a hurdle I'll have to get over when I get too it 

Me, Alex and Joe continue to down all the shots on the tray when eventually they're all gone Alex then decides to pull me out on to the dance floor lucky for him I'm absolutely plastered at this point so I really couldn't give two shits if someone saw my awful dancing, after many hours of dancing we realised it was 2am and decided to call it a night I was still extremely intoxicated when we left the club we somehow got into a taxi and we started making our way to Alex and Joes place, all three of us are squished in the backseat and we're screaming whatever song is on the radio I would say I feel sorry for the taxi driver but I'm way to drunk to care

We eventually stumble out of the taxi and up the stairs to their flat, we're being obnoxiously loud the whole way up but we're way to drunk to care I'm surprised no one has come out to tell us to shut up i really wouldn't blame them, watching Alex fumble around with his keys is just the funniest shit too me he finally unlocks the door and we all pile inside, me nearly falling on my arse in the process lord knows what my hangovers gonna be like

"Hey Elle" Alex slurs

I turn my head to look at him "yeah?"

"You sure your okay on the sofa? I'm sorry that the spare rooms full of our shit" he slurs as he stumble over to me wrapping me in a hug

I giggle at his state even though I can't say much "it's fine Al, go to bed otherwise your gonna be dead tomorrow" I yawn out

Alex responds with a yawn "Yeah your right, you sure though?"

"Positive" I say with a small smile

"Alrighty then night Elle" Alex hugs me again and stumbles off too his room with Joe in tow he turns back and gives me a tired wave I return the gesture before sitting down on the sofa 

I take my shoes off and grab a pillow and blanket before settling down, I lay facing the ceiling  and I start thinking about the events within the last 12 hours like what the actual fuck were the last 12 hours of my life? Firstly I meet up with Sammy having suspicions of her being ill then actually finding out she is sick 5 minutes before going on stage then performing for two hours straight which was incredible I then get asked too talk to a random guy who I find out is One Directions music director and he wants me to come try playing with them because they need a replacement drummer I then decide I don't want to have to think about that question so I decide to get hammered with two of my best friends, I don't know how I'm going to tell the band  about being asked too join One Directions team I guess I'm more scared of their reactions if anything, are they gonna pissed? Proud? God knows at this point I just hope at least it's a positive reaction because I need their help with my decision I feel like I'm quite good at making decisions but this? I'm gonna need some kind of help with this I don't want to make the wrong  decision then regret it I sigh heavily before turning onto my side and closing my eyes in hope of sleep coming over