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Pen Your Pride

As Karen and I walked in you could see a few people turn around and glance at the newcomers, everyone else was too busy partying to care. I spotted Niall next to the desserts. No surprise there. We walked over and said hi. It felt a bit strange. Texting wasn't the same as seeing someone face to face. Especially if that face happened to be as attractive as Niall's.

He looked really good. As always. There was a little twinkle in his eye...I loved it.

While Karen went to find the other boys (which really meant she was searching for Harry), I just stood next to Niall. And sort of talked. Although at first it was just small talk, it soon grew into bustling conversation. Which involved him telling me about how tour life was. And I told him a few stories about school. Despite being a bit boring at times, school was a good conversation starter. Especially if you were as reserved and antisocial as me.

His eyes were such a deep blue, I could easily get lost in them. His hair was slightly tossled and I longed to put my fingers through it. Why did I want something I just couldn't have? His love, it seemed so unattainable. He looked at me like a friend would, no longing, just respect. I loved respect as much as the next person but I wished he would notice me... In a different way.

"Is your hair naturally curly?" He randomly asked. And put his fingers through my hair. Ohmygawd. Its almost like we'd been both thinking the same thing.

"It's sort of curly on its own, but Karen did my hair. Considering it was a special occasion and all," I managed to say.

"Yeah, the 2012 Up All Night Tour is over. What a year!"

"And its only half over..."

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Because their party was in the US, only Louis could legally drink. But did that stop them? Nope. Niall managed to smuggle me a drink too. I'm not much of a drinker. And what I mean by that is, I had never actually drank. I was only seventeen. And a goody-two shoes. Above the influence and all that. But if I was going to have fun tonight, I was going to need a little bit of help.

Niall and I were a bit tipsy by midnight, but we were enjoying each other's company.

The fact that I'd drank probably explained why I felt dizzy and blurted out to Niall, " Hehe don't you get tired of people calling you a leprechaun and special snowflake? And your hair looks really soft... Your lips do too."

"Uhm...Ok," said Niall as he blushed.

I then proceeded to touching his hair. I regret nothing. And I don't know why, but I think he enjoyed it. In a weird, this girl is randomly touching my hair way.

"I think you've had too much to drink. Want me to call Karen over?"

"Hehe you're funny. Y'know that right? And no, she'll get mad at me if I ruin her night," I replied.

Wow. I sounded so bubbly. This was probably why people said it wasn't good to drink. I really wasn't being myself.

At around 2 am some people started leaving. Niall and I just sat there, a comfortable silence in the air. Karen had disappeared with Harry like an hour ago.

Someone's getting laid tonight I thought. I'm not sure if I said it aloud because I'm pretty sure I heard Niall laugh. Oh well, I might regret this tomorrow, but for now, I was having fun.

"Wanna dance?"

"Sure, I was about to ask," he said teasingly.

"I'm sure you were," I said with a smirk.

Ugh those baby blues would be the death of me.

I wasn't much of a dancer. But as most people know, neither is Niall. Which means we ended up jumping around to the music. Making fools of ourselves, but we were proud of it. I was finally starting to let loose.

Niall had helped me do it...

And I loved it.

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