We Are With The Band (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 12

To say this club was amazing was a complete understatement, I was utterly baffled over how easily Peyton got us into the club and the club it self was unreal. Peyton and I maneuvered through the already crowed atmosphere towards the bar. We took a seat in two empty stools and Peyton was already waving over the bar tender.

“Okay girl I’m getting you the one thing you need to get any man or should I say Harry,” She said with a wink. I rolled my eyes at the sinister smirk her red lips were wearing.

“And what would that be?” I asked arching my dark eyebrow.

“Good ole liquid courage!” She said to me with a smile.

“Pey you know I don’t really like to drink,” I said hesitantly. She waved her hand dismissing my protest.

“Blah! Blah! Come on Faye if you want to get it in with one particularly hot curly haired boy band member, even if you are denying it, which I can tell you are. Then you got to grow a pair and flirt with him. No more mysterious eye sex and more actual sex. Capiche?!” She said before ordering two shots of tequila and a drink for each of us. I watched as she slid the bar tender a crisp $50.00 and told him to keep the change. My eyes bulged out and a suspicious sense clouded my mind at her overly kind gesture. I decided not to say anything and she lifted up both shots and handed me one. I grabbed it slowly lifting it to my nose and sniffing the burning alcohol.

“Fine but if I start puking you’re the one taking care of me, remember that,” I said before clicking my shot glass to hers and downing the shot. I quickly grabbed the lime sucking out its juices, my face making an unsatisfied face from the liquor. I picked up my rum and coke and took a large gulp, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea since apparently she ordered me a double.

I was just about to tell Peyton how I’m not doing any more tequila shots when an Irish accent spoke over the blaring dance music. I didn’t even have to look up from my rum and coke to know that it was Niall and that Peyton was most likely smiling ear to ear. I haven’t known the girl long, but she didn’t seem easily phased over guys and their charms, I guess Niall has the ‘Lucky Charms’.

But within seconds my thoughts of Niall dressed as a Leprechaun dancing in a green suit quickly diminished as a strong body suddenly was reaching over me to the bar and ordering a drink. I could feel the familiar feeling of heat forming in my cheeks when I felt an array of curls brush my cheek.

“Ah, Sorry Love. Pardon my reach,” Harry’s deep voice said seductively into my ear, before grabbing his beer and standing beside my stool, his long arm resting on the back of it. I could not only feel my face turning into a tomato but a hot tingle rang throughout my entire body. I shifted my body so I was now facing him and gave him a smile.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” I say a small smirk forming on my lips, and I swear I could see his eyes darken from a jaded to a deep emerald green. Which they then slowly raked my body. At that moment I knew that Peyton was right and I was happy that we took so long to get ready. Peyton lent me a gorgeous pink skirt that she paired with a sleeveless black crop top of mine and my only pair of heels, which were black lace up ankle booties. I stayed lighter on the makeup and curled my hair loosely and pulled it into a low ponytail with a few loose pieces framing my face. I felt pretty confident in my outfit especially after Peyton assured me I’d be ‘A hot piece of ass’ her words not mine.

“Neither did I,” He said leaning in close again, his hot breath reviving that tingling feeling all throughout my body. I looked passed him trying to focus on something else when I realized that the other boys weren’t here.

“Where’s Liam, Louis and Zayn?” I asked trying to change the subject before I became a hot messy bundle of nerves.

“Liam’s with his girlfriend, Louis hurt his knee at practice today and Zayn? Huh? I honestly don’t know he was here a second ago…” He says as he turns his head then nodded towards the other side of the bar. “He’s found his entrainment for the evening,” Harry said slightly shaking his head. It didn’t surprise me that Zayn was already chatting with a gorgeous redhead but it did surprise me that Harry didn’t really seem to approve of it. I mean I’ve heard that Harry is supposed to be this huge flirt and he’s shaking his head at his friend who is taking to a girl? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind when I noticed Harry starring at me with a weird expression.

“What?” I said, which came out a little bit more harshly than I expected.

“Uh, I asked if you wanted to join me on the dance floor, but if not that’s cool,” He said before running his large ring clad hand through his unruly curls. Was he nervous?

“Oh uh, sorry I was uh distracted, yeah sure,” I said taking one last look at Peyton who seemed blissfully unaware of anything and anyone other than Niall. I looked back at Harry who now had a sexy smirk and held out his hand to me, which I gladly took.

“Now I get to see you dance,” He said after he pulled me close to his side and bent his head down to my ear. I honestly don’t know what like more the way his green eyes look at me or the feeling of his hot breath on my neck. Which ever it is, I certainly did know this guy was slowly reeling me into his deathly trap of hotness. I quickly grabbed my drink before gulping down the last of it and turned to him.

“I guess dreams do come true,” I said with a wink, before pulling him onto the dance floor. I had no fricken clue where that had come from but from the facial expression he had on his face it was totally worth it. Even if I regret saying it tomorrow.

I moved my way through the crowd of sweaty hot bodies until I situated us near the front of the dance floor. I smiled inwardly as Iggy Azalea’s ‘Work’ blared through the speakers vibrating the entire club. It was one of my favorite songs at the moment and it had a great dance beat to it. I looked up at Harry who was staring darkly at me before wrapping two large hands around my waist. I spun my body in his hold so my bottom was against his front as I closed my eyes letting his manly scent and the beat of the music over come my senses.