***There's some time between the last chap and this one, they are now in New Jersey***
***I'm skipping a bit ahead so the story goes smoother and faster and the interesting parts come along quicker.***
LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN
Chapter Twenty Three
"C'MON," Louis pleaded. "I know you're underage, as long as you don't drink anything, what can happen?"
"I've been at clubs before," I sighed. "I just don't understand why you want to go to some Jersey club."
"Please," Zayn pleaded. "I met a fan and I promised I'd meet her there tonight."
I wrinkled my nose. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel like-"
"Too late," Louis scooped me up like he did on the first day I met him, over his shoulder. "We're going, It'll be yours and Niall's sort of second date."
*
I looked like... like... a skank. I was wearing this leopard print dress that just covered my butt. The last time i wore this was to a club in NYC, but still. Somehow, standing in an unfamiliar place, I suddenly felt a whole lot sluttier.
"Whoa."
Harry walked into the room, his green eyes wide. "If you weren't with Niall, I'd try the charm. You look bloody gorgeous."
"Because I'm like wearing a slutty dress?" I rolled my eyes. "I didn't know you were into girls who dress like whores."
Harry laughed. "You look sexy. Niall is not going to be able to look at you without feeling lucky."
"You got that right," Niall wolf whistled as he came into the room. He was wearing a teal v neck and jeans. I don't think he could get much hotter.
"Come on," Niall whispered as he wrapped an arm around my waist. "There's a long night ahead of us."
*
"That girl you're with is a bitch," I told Zayn as I watched her leave to the bathroom.
Zayn chuckled. "Maybe. But she's hot."
I rolled my eyes. "Please, don't tell me you want to meet her again. You can pretty much see her ass when she walks. At least I have class."
"We've barely been her 20 minutes," Zayn protested. "Go have fun with Niall. I'll tell the DJ to put on a slow one. You and Niall can have your first dance or whatever romance stuff girls like."
Reluctantly, I agreed. Clearly, Zayn had no idea what kind of girls to go for.
The song Hey There Delilah came on.
"You should wear this dress more often," Niall whispered in my ear with a cheeky grin as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I laughed. "I'll be sure to try."
I let myself get lost in his big blue eyes before I leaned my head on his shoulder. He never failed to smell good.
*
"Where's your date?" I asked Zayn. We had been here for about 2 hours.
Zayn shrugged. "She wanted to go farther, but I'm tired and she got pissed when I said that. You were right. I have my eyes on somebody else now anyway."
"I'm always right," I grinned. "And that was fast. Who?"
"The one in the hot pink," Zayn nodded by the DJ, where a girl in a hot pink dress was dancing with a few friends. Meh. Her dancing sucked, that was for sure.
"She can't dance," I tried not to laugh. "But she seems alright."
"She's pretty good," Zayn shrugged.
"Sorry," I clapped a hand on his shoulder. "She's pretty though."
"I'd like to see you do better," Zayn protested.
"In a Jersey club?" I wrinkled my nose. "No thanks. Maybe when we get to New York."
"2 days till you get to see your home," Zayn grinned. "You excited?"
"Of course!"
Was that even a question?
"Ugh, that means I have to introduce Harry to Sandra," I groaned. "This isn't going to be pretty."
Zayn chuckled. "How so?"
"She'll break his heart," I sighed. "Badly. He won't even know what hit him."
Zayn chuckled. "I'm more worried Harry will damage your friend after one night."
"Nah," I shook my head. "It's definitely gonna be Harry who gets his heart broken."
We argued some more on a light note before Liam and Niall came by with an obviously drunk Harry.
"You look hot," he slurred, sitting in-between Zayn and I.
"You look drunk," I wriggled out of his grasp. "Somebody had too much to drink."
"No," Harry protested, nearly falling off the barstool. Liam caught him.
"How many drinks did you have?" I sighed.
"I lost count," Harry replied cheekily.
Liam sighed. "We're gonna drive him home, lay him down, fetch him some ginger ale..."
"I'll go with you," I volunteered, getting up. "I can't exactly drink here anyways."
"Doesn't mean you can't," Harry slurred. "You've definitely drank before."
Yeah. In New York. Where everything was different.
"C'mon," Liam took one side of Harry's over 6' frame and Niall took the other.
*
"Are you drunk too?" I teased as Niall kissed my neck.
Liam was in the other room, putting Harry to bed after some ginger ale and water.
"No," Niall smirked. "I don't get drunk easy. Did you do any illegal drinking tonight?"
"As if," I snorted, "It's be all over the Internet by tomorrow morning."
"Well," Niall pulled me into his lap. "At least you'll be able to remember tomorrow. I don't know if Harry will."
"We should prank him," I grinned, biting my lip.
Niall grinned back.
*
Within 30 minutes, Louis and Zayn had returned home. Zayn was half drunk and looked tired, but Louis was all to willing to help us plan.
"Okay," Louis said. "Just go in there, sleep beside him and when he wakes up, he'll freak."
"This is gonna be good," Liam agreed. "I hope it'll teach him to drink less."
"Goodnight," Niall whispered, pulling me in for a kiss. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Can't wait for Harry to flip shit," I grinned as I closed to door behind me and stripped down to my bra and a pair of shorts.
*
I woke up to the sound of the other 4 boys coming in. And Harry waking up,
"Whoa," Louis said.
"Holy shit," Niall yelled. "Harry!"
"Is that... Teagan?" Zayn asked timidly.
Harry woke quickly. "What? Shit. When did this happen? What happened last night?"
"Apparently," Niall didn't look pleased. "You and my girlfriend."
They were better actors than I thought they'd be. We watched Harry's reaction for a few more moments before all bursting out into laughter.
"That wasn't funny," Harry protested once he realized what he did.
"You shit bricks," I couldn't stop laughing. "That was soooo worth it."
"Shit bricks?" now Harry was laughing. "You're so American."
"Better than saying trousers all day," I stuck out my tongue at him. "Or drinking tea with a pinky up. I don't like tea at all."
"But it's in your name," Louis pointed ou.t
"Fine," I agree. "I like iced tea and Arizona stuff. But not that tea that you English people drink."
"English people?" Niall chuckled. "I'm Irish, angel."
"I know," I smiled sweetly.
*
"Last day before New York!" I sang excitedly.
"Somebody misses home," Niall teased.
"Yup," I couldn't wait to go back. I had been away too long. Even if it had been just over a month or so. "I can't wait to see everybody."
"DON'T FORGET TO INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR HOT FRIENDS," Harry sang.
"Don't remind me," I sighed. "I am not responsible for any heartbreak that occurs."
Harry grinned. "You don't have to be. I'm to sexy to resist."
"I wouldn't count on it," I rolled my eyes. "You should put some pants on and a shirt. Not walking around in your boxers."
"Amen," Liam walked in. "To that. We're going out for lunch now anyways."
*
"TACOOOOOOOOOS!" Louis hollered.
I ignored him as I turned to Zayn.
"You have a piece of cheese in your hair," I informed him as he rushed to the bathroom. Oh, well then. "Somebody certainly is over obsessive about their looks."
"That's Zayn," Harry agreed. "But I get to choose the restaurant next time."
"Perhaps somewhere without so many people," I eyed a few giggling fangirls. "I don't know about you, but it's kinda awkward having people watch me eat."
Niall chuckled. "We'll keep that in mind."
"I don't like this green stuff," Harry wrinkled his nose.
"You mean guacamole?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah," Harry sniffed his taco. "That's the reason fajitas are better than tacos. There's no green stuff."
"But fajitas are also flatter," Zayn argued.
"Great to know I'm spending the next year with boys who argue about tacos and fajitas," I teased as I took a sip of iced tea.
"We can argue about much more," Harry nodded enthusiastically. "Like who gets more girls."
"Yeah, the tacos and fajitas was better," I patted his curly head. "Keep arguing about that. You won't be playing for Team Single much longer."
"Especially if I can score one of your hot friends," Harry grinned and I rolled my eyes.
"If they'll stoop to that level," I replied teasingly. Sandra would do it for sure. She had already been talking about him.
"Hey," Zayn complained. "Don't leave me out. I want one of your hot friends!"
"Don't worry," I sighed. "There will be plenty of girls dying to meet you..."
One in particular. The one from my French class. I felt like I should thank her. If it wasn't for her constant talking about the boys, or warning what they're like, I made not have made it through to a month.
And Harry's nakedness may have blinded me even more. And I would be clueless. Thank God for her ability to talk and talk during French.
"I'm tired," I sighed and Niall squeezed my hand under the table.
Meanwhile, Liam was scolding Louis for spilling guacamole everywhere. God. He was like their dad. Wait. I think Julianna said something about that the day we were learning about French animals.
"You're gonna get that in my hair," Zayn complained as he returned and Lou flicked some guacamole at hi,. "Stop it."
"Boys," Liam warned in his authorities tone.
"Sorry, dad," Louis rolled his eyes. "No Payne, no gain. Get it?"
While he was dying in seat of laughter, we all just stared.
Liam checked his phone. "We have about 10 minutes before we have to head for the signing."
"I brought you my iPad so you won't get bored," Niall offered and I smiled.
He always knew what I wanted. Temple Run and some Twitter would fix everything.
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Next chapter things get more exciting! And it’ll be longer!
The next chapter will be the signing :D