One girls, one night, one too many, 5 guys, no names, one wild night out. When Gracie ends up in bed with One Direction she has to work out which one before things turn from worse


11. Commitment

His lips where sweet the subtitle taste of strawberries made me want to devour his mouth that much more.

“We have to stop,” I moaned against his lips.

“No, we don’t.” Liam insisted. He took the kiss deeper, from sweet to sultry, all I wanted to do right now was rip his shirt off like a primal wild animal staking her claim. Throw him down on the table ad fuck him senseless. Hit me with your best shot, Beast!

“We should really stop,” I moaned again, I wasn’t exactly doing anything about stopping though. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he was positioned between my legs.

This position was all too familiar.

“Yeah we should.” Sadly we actually had to stop because the door swung open and Liam’s management was trying to herd him and the other boys up once more. I rested my head against his should, feeling his tired sigh drag his shoulders down.

“Liam, we gotta go mate,” was all he had to say. You could have just text him that, but no you had to interrupt our perfect little moment of denial.

“When can I see you again.” Shit. Shit. Shit. His eyes were so hopeful. My heat was just, crying.

“You can’t.”

“Why not?” Yeah, why not. He looked like he was I physical pain at my rejection. How I explained this too him would guarantee any future relationship I wished to have with him.

“Because you’re…you!” I eyed him up and down, instantly regretting rejecting him. Just say yes then! “I’m me and there’s just. We can’t.” I could sense a slow clap in the making.

“That’s not what you were saying last night. You’re saying no yet, you can’t let go of me.” He smirked. God dammint. This man will be the death of me.

“I can…maybe I just don’t want to.”

“Then just say yes,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yeah I guess not. It’s just not…we can’t.” I shrugged, struggling to come up with any more excuses. I pushed away from him, and started collecting my stuff from the station.

“One dinner. One night and then you can decided.”

“No see, this is why, people, they will see you and me, and our togetherness,” I motioned between us with exaggerated gestures and squinty eyes, “then bam! There’s my name out in the world and right now I can’t deal with that. So please, understand.” I gave him a sweet smile and patted his arm to dismiss him.

He wasn’t giving up.

“Don’t worry, no one will recognise me! Just one dinner, please.” His eyes bore onto mine, I couldn’t refuse him. Those eyes will be the death of me.

“Fine, where and when.”

A breath taking grin broke across his face, he grabbed my hand and wrote the name of the restaurant. “6.30 Tuesday, under the name Jason.”


“Well if I used Payne, then I really would be noticed.” He kissed my cheek, and left me in a daze. What have I done. He walked away looking like a complete slut too, his ass had a little more sway than usual.

Trust me I noticed.


I cleaned up the station then headed towards Ezra’s office. The corridor seemed to get longer and longer and I got extremely lost.  By the time I actually found her door, there was a note and no Ezra.


I’ve been called away at last minute, Juliet will get back to you sometime next week with an offer, thanks for your time.


Her writing was elegant and neatly scripted, something my scribbly writing was not. I was ridiculously envious of this chick and her perfectness.

Not ganna lie, I was also a tad disappointment. Maybe doing this Liam thing was bad. Clearly she knew what just happened. Clearly I was going to lose my dream job because she knew I was hooking up with our clients.

I mean, her clients.

What the letter really means is,

Grace you slut,

The whole world knows you’re the mysterious brunette. Stop sleeping with my clients and take a look at the McDonalds hire section.

Ezra, Woman of perfection 20 years straight.

I let out an exasperated groan and shuffled my way to the tube so I could go home and sleep for the next 10 years. What should have been a great weekend was slowly turning into a ridiculously messy and dumb weekend.

Stupid alcohol.

Stupid boys.

Stupid Grace.

I made it home to my tiny apartment and plugged in my phone to recharge it. My apartment was cold and lonely. The loneliness made me crave chocolate and my mummy. I grabbed my phone ignoring the 50 messages and missed calls, already knowing who each message was from, and dialled my mums number.

My family lived I Brighton. I was a long way from but I knew it was something I needed to do. Space was something my family where naturally good at. I could go 10 years without talking to my brother and we would still be besties...I think.

“Hello Bennett speaking.” My heart melted hearing my 6 year old nephew’s voice. I knew this would only make me feel more homesick, so I grabbed the duvet off my bed and cuddled beside me floor heater, getting comfortable for the long chat I would endure with my family.

“Hey Benny!”

“Gracie! Nana, Gracie’s on the phone! Gracie, did you know at football I got the player of the day and a trophy and a chocolate!” he gloated.

“You did! Ben that’s awesome! I’m so proud of you, buddy.”

“Yeah, and I drew a painting for you Gracie, it’s of you and me at the park by Grannies, and we is eating ice cream, and your ice cream, well, it fell on the ground so you’re all, oh no my ice cream. Oh and Nana wants to talk to you, bye!” he sent kisses down the line with promises to talk soon.

“I swear that kid is a clone of Jake.” I chuckled down the line. Jake was my older, much more handsome brother, if only he had the brains to go with it, maybe then he would have more time to spend with his son.

“He’s grown so much since you were last here, he looks more and more like his father by the day. I just pray that he doesn’t go down the same path as his father.” My mum let out a sad sigh down the line, sending shivers down my spine. My brother Jake got mixed up with the wrong crowd at a young age, drugs and money and gambling were involved.

I remember being 11 years old the first time my, at the time, 17 year old brother asked me for the money in my piggy bank so he could feed his addiction. But back then he told me he want to buy Ma a special present. Pretty much everything my poor Ma was against, my brother did. When his long time girlfriend, the only woman that kept him sane and normal for once, passed away in a car accident my brother lost it diving back into drugs and alcohol, ultimately losing the one thing that meant the most to him.


“Ma, he loves you too much to even dear go there. Just send him up here and I’ll whip him into shape for you.” I giggled down the phone.

“You know, the great thing about having another little man in the house is that I can parent again, and do it properly. I was your slave when you were younger, now I have Bennett, I have someone be my slave for once.” I could hear the teasing tone in her voice as much as she likes to think she could make Bennett her slave, she is far too kind for that.

“Ma is that not considered child slavery.”

“I’m the beerier of his beerier so…no. Now Grace, I have a very serious question to ask you.”

“Okay.” My heart started to race. Shit I hope she doesn’t know about last night. My mother was a very traditional woman, if she knew what I did last night she’d know I wasn’t a virgin, she’d also know I drank…and actually knew what a penis was.

“What did you get up to last night my sweet girl.” Abort. Abort. Fucking abort.

“I uhhh I just went out and have a few drinks with some of the girls? Whys that Ma,” I tried to sound uninterested in her reason but it was actually killing me. How does she know this shit!

“Oh, there’s just a picture on the front page on the paper Brighton, Bennett found it, we could of swore it was you, very similar features.” She sounded confused and she examined the paper closely, I could hear the paper rustling in the background as well as Bennett’s PlayStation buzzing away.

“Yeah, weird. Oh! Hey, Ma I got a job.” Lies. You are a terrible daughter.

“Oh, honey that’s fantastic!” I heard the rustle of the paper once more, praying to the sweet baby Jesus she would drop the topic of last night.

“Oh I saw Amanda the other day did you know she had a baby with Liam!” The thing I love about talking to my mum is I don’t really have a care in the world what she is talking about, but it was an easy distraction from my own life and the complete shambles that it was. Except, at the mention of the name Liam it sent my mind into a complete conundrum and everything I was trying so hard to avoid and forget about came rushing back, fogging my every thought. Damn you Ma!

 Was I doing the right thing? I mean, what is the worst that came really happened. I chuckled to myself. I seem to be asking that question a lot.

Does that mean I‘m living a YOLO lifestyle? God, I hate that saying. But in all seriousness, what’s the worst that could happen. It was just a guy…and you were just going on one date. At the end of the night, just say…this isn’t working. We can’t have another date and be done with it…yeah. I’ll do that.

“So what do you think?” I totally forgot my mum was still talking. Child of the year!

“Ummm, yeah?”

“Oh that’s going to be a huge help Honey! Thank you, I’ll let you know when I need some time and I’ll give you a call.” She sounded so excited I couldn’t bear to break her heart and tell her I had no clue what she was jabbering about.


Tuesday came around before I knew it. And was freaking out. There was still no word from Juliet about the job, but to be honest, I was more concerned about the other pressing mater. The matter of a date between me and an incredibly sexy man that tended to make me forget my name whenever he said two words to me. I was searching for excuses as to why I couldn’t come but even if I had a great excuse I had no way to contact him I guess I just had to go.

Such as shame.

Over the last few days, more and more articles were released with stories of complete and utter bullshit about last Saturday night. Thankfully, my name was still ‘mysterious brunette’, but I’m about 87% Juliet Wringly worked out it was me and will never call me. Ever.

The restaurant was within walking distance of my home and for some reason I decided to walk there in heals.

Bad choice.

By the time I got to the restaurant I was whimpering and limping cursing at the genius decision to wear heals here. The restaurant was cute Italian place, quaint yet sophisticated, I passed it most days but I never went inside, it was usually full of people, but not tonight. The tables that usually lined the side walk with loved up couples were nowhere to be seen...The couples that is.

Did I have the right pace? The restaurant was completely empty minus one table which held a single lit candle and a rose standing beside it. The table was empty, just like the others in the room.

I stood outside for a minute, debating whether or not I was actually at the right place. I still had the faint ink from where Liam and scribbled the name just days earlier.

“I’m pretty sure this is it.”  Walked towards the entrance just as a tall woman in a uniform approached me.

“Good evening, and welcome to La Coma. Do you have a reservation?”

“La Coma, like…like a food coma? That is awesome.”

“Yes, yes it is awesome.” She grinned back at me, her baby blues shone brightly under the street lights.

“Under James? I mean Jason. Under Jason.” I nodded to myself. If possible, her smile got even brighter and she walked inside taking me to the lonesome candle lit table.

“This is for me?” I tried to hide my excitement by biting my lip…buuuut I’m a sucker from romance and this was off the shiz!

The waitress poured me a glass of wine and nodded, still adorning her smile. “He booked out the whole restaurant for the night. You are one lucky lady.” Se gushed in hushed whispers. “He’s out back with some dude, he’ll be out soon,” She winked and left me to my wine and the rose.

At this moment, I realised this was defiantly a bad idea. I could feel myself actually getting excited about this and excited is something I don’t do. I don’t do this. I’m a commitment fob! I can’t even subscribe to a magazine for a whole year…that is far too big a commitment for me.

I suddenly got extremely cold feet. Deciding I still had time to run, I examined to room for my nearest exit. The waitress seemed to have missed out that part during the briefing.

Her management would be hearing about this. I turned in my chair to reach my coat, but instead of doing it like a normal person, the chair went flying backwards, taking me with it, straight into the pit of Loser Ville. Population: Just one, lonely, commitment fob…Maybe I should get a cat.

“Owww.” I groaned against the floor.

And then it arrived. Abort. Fucking abort.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve found you in this position.” I could see him trying to stifle his laughter, but like a true gentlemen he held it in until I was standing back on two feet. 

“Yeah, ha ha.” He pulled my chair out and I now had no choice but to take my seat and buckle in for a bumpy flight.

“Are you ok?” He was still laughing and I was still kicking myself.

“Absolutely perfect,” I uttered under my breath. “Just looking for my escape roots to be honest. I’m coming up pretty short.” I dear not look him in the eyes. In recent experiences that hasn’t worked out so good for me.

But then he made the move. I reached his hand across the table to meet mine, and just like every cliché that ever existed I actually felt…something. Just like in the movies, there was an electric current pulsing through my hand. I closed my eyes and lifted my head so that, had my eyes been open, we would actually be eye to eye.

I had no idea how much time this would buy me…but I was avoiding any chance to have to look him in the eye.

“I’m great!”

“Do you have something in your eye?” He asked in confusion.

“Nope.” Short and sweet. I’ll the mode and run. Remove the heals and run. I opened one eye it had already begun. I realise how much of I dick I looked and decided to be normal for once in my life an open my eyes.

“Hi.” I smiled shyly finally taking him in. He wore a navy blue tux, his hair was in a perfect quiff with his 5 o’clock shadow making him something out of a magazine.

“Hi,” His smile was breath taking. He brushed a stray piece of hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear. Had I been watching this from another table I would have asked for a bucket and the check, but being here, with him. Fuck it.

“I’m a commitment fob.” I blurted it out with great force, his eyes widened fractionally.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He chuckled lowly.

“I promise that’s my deepest, darkest, secret. Unless you’re my Ma, then there are a lot more where that came from.”  I giggled.

"I think I can work with that," he winked playfully just as the waitress returned to take our orders.   


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