One Way Or Another: Finding Niall Horan

Chapter 16- "Going Crazy"

"Did you just let Harry run off with both girls?" said Zayn dissaprovingly. I just shrugged.

"Ugh Niall you are Irish for god's sake! All you have to do is speak for this girls to jump at you! here have a drink, losen up mate" Said Louis handing me a glass filled with a blue liquid, it didn't matter that I am not yet 18 i'll still happily enjoy a drink. How ever after one too many of those, everything sounds too far off, and my vision is playing tricks on me.

"I'm going to the bathroom" I told Zayn in a very slurred voice

"Bro are you alright?" He looks concerned, he's the one that stayed with me Louis went out to dance with some pretty brunette a friend of Harry's.

"Of course I'm fine...I'm Irish" I got up and made my way across bumping into people along the way but then I saw girl leaning up against the wall with her friends,she had long wavy brown hair....Millie? A small part of my brain thought I was stupid for even thinking that, but she just looked so much like her, so I kept walking but I didn't realize that every drunk step I kept taking led me to the girl, until I was face to face to her.

"Well hello there" She said to me holding on to the collar of my shirt, everything was so hazy.

"Millie?" I asked her in a hopeful voice, but now looking up close to her, I could see she was not. Millie wasn't this easy with guys or dressed that way. This girl screamed fake, but her resemblance was extremely close,

"No baby the name is Jen" she let out a mischievous laugh and leaned in to my ear and whispered "But for you want me to be 'Millie' who ever the hell that is, I could be, or if you need to forget I'm your girl" she said gently biting my ear lobe. A part of my brain was telling me to just leave, but the other part still couldn't get over the fact that she looked so much like her, and physically my feet couldn't really move they felt heavy and I was extremely light headed.

"Lets Dance?!" It wasn't even a question, she just dragged me by both arms in to the dance floor, at this point I didn't know what was exactly happening, she grabbed my hands and placed them around her making me hug her from behind, she was dancing too close for comfort. Her hands roamed all over, I felt sick. All of these dancing bring colorful lights where blinding me, where was I? Memories and thoughts kept rushing through my brain. Mainly they were of Millie, the rest just made no sense. Next thing I see is her face an inch away from mine.

"Millie?" I ask again, it doesn't make sense to even ask her, but somewhere deep down I feel that if I ask enough what's-her-face that's dancing way to close to me she'll morph into Millie, and everything will be okay.

"No!" she says a little annoyed at my lack of attention towards her "Its Jen! and I'll make sure you remember the name." I'm still trying to process what she said when I felt my back hit a wall, the fuck? I don't remember walking or being dragged anywhere for that matter. Her lips are on mine I know that much. I also knew that I was being pushed down a booth and that she is on top of me, her lips leave mine for a bit trailing down my neck, letting me grasp some air, and I try to asses the situation, how did I get here? I was just going to the bathroom. I don't have much time to think cause her lips are on mine again. She might look a bit like Millie but she is no where even close to her. her lips feel and taste all wrong. I try to push her off me. But I'm simply not all there.

"Oi mate! you are bit friendly tonight" Say's Louis, I just look up to him thankful that he is here...My savior "Excuse me Miss but I believe you are all over our date"

"What?" She says a little confused.

"Not to be rude Miss, but that little blond Irish hunk you have straddled beneath you, needs to come home to us, so if you please don't mind releasing him so we can take him home...please" demands Liam a little too politely.