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


3. Dimples

Within the first hour together we downed about 20 shots and 3 Bloody Marys each.


“Dance time! Dance time!” Ali chanted dragging Ruby and I by the hand. I don’t dance due to the fact I have two felt feet. I tend to just watch. I told Ali and Ruby this.


“Party pooper!” The pair left anyway and the opening chorus of ‘Let It Roll’ by Flo Rida filled the room. I watched the girls dance together; then watch brown eyes and some of his friends joined them. I smirked and was thankful of my decision not to join my friends on the dance floor. It would save me even more embarrassment.


“What’s a pretty girl like you sitting here alone?” I thick accented voice came from behind me. I was too scared to turn around in case it was some random pedo coming to take me to his rape dungeon. Ha!


Rape dungeon.


Oh God. No more drinking!


“Ummmmm, I can’t dance.” I shrugged finally meeting the eyes of my stranger. He was a friend of brown eyes, I could tell because he too looked like a God. A sex God by the looks of it.


He was talking to me but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy taking in his wayward, curly locks and perfectly dimpled face to  concentrate on a word he said. He wore a plain grey sweater and loose black jeans. He was a God in all terms of the word. He put his hand towards me and I looked down at it in confusion. Should I shake it? I took his hand and shook it slowly; his hands were soft but firm.


I never wanted to let go. But he clearly did. He dropped my hand on the second shake. I felt a pout form on my face.


I was clearly not in control of my body tonight.


“…And your name is.”


I tuned back in. Shit, fuck, shit. What’s my name! Oh My God! I felt like I was in that episode of SpongeBob where he forgets his name because his little head ninjas shredded the document.


Oh Lordy, I am never drinking again.


“Are you o-”


I cut him off strongly. “Grace! My name. It’s Grace. That’s my name, my-my name is Grace? But m-my friends? They call me Gracie. I’m fine. I am…totally cool.” He smirked at me.


“Are you sure you’re ok?” I could tell he was trying not to laugh.


“I tink I’m a little bit tispy,” I used my thumb and index finger to show him just how much.


“Um…you’ve only been here an hour,” he chuckled again.


“Have you been watching me dimples?”


“Dimples?” He laughed out loud.


“Yeah you have like am adorable dimpled face, so I decided to call you Dimples.” I grinned up at him.


“You’re adorable, you know that?” He leaned closer to me, his hot breathe fanned over my face. His cologne was strong, he smelt heavenly.


 “So look, basically, I was wondering if you wanted to, ya know. Dance?” An adorable blush spread across his dimpled cheeks.


“I would love to, ya know, dance.” I smiled and took his hand as he pulled me to the dance floor. I still had no idea what his name was but I’m pretty sure I’m in love with his dimples. And his eyes! God, the eyes, a deep ocean of blue mixed with a light fleck of grey. His smile light up the room, and I didn’t even know his name.


Rihanna’s We Found Love played throughout the bar and I had no idea how to dance. “I don’t know how to dance.” I looked up into eyes and really wanted to know his name but then that would give away that I wasn’t listening and then he’d think otherwise of me. Thug life.


He placed his hands and on my hips as the music flowed around us.


“Just let it over take you,” He breathed in my ear. I felt the need to groan, but contained myself. My hands sat limp at my side. I didn’t know what to do with them. Maybe I should rip his pants off.


No, that may be too much.




I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt every set of eyes on the two of us dance. It wasn’t really dancing though; more like me head banging like I was at some heavy metal rock concert and Dimples trying to contain his laughter.


Stop moving you head! I commanded the head ninja’s.


They complied and decided it was time to move something else.


My hips? People dance with their hips right…Shakira did. Nah, nah, nah but my hips don’t lie and I’m starting to feel you boy, let’s go, real slow…STOP!


I think I need a psychiatric assessment.


“Why? You seem perfectly...I wont say normal. Fine? You seem perfectly fine to me” He grinned


Shit, I just said that out loud.


“Yeah, you did. Are you ok?” He chuckled again. I seemed to be the best source of entertainment tonight. Yay me! I just nodded along and began to grind my hips into him. He inhaled a sharp intake of breath.


Oh yeah, its onnnnn.


What’s on? I really don’t know but I liked the effect I had on Dimples.


I removed my arms from around his neck and started to put then in the air in some kind of retarded hand dance. Our bodies were always touching, no matter what. His hand slid up my body to my cheeks, he leaned his forehead on mine.


He was breathing heavily as was I. The song finished and morphed into and unknown track, to me anyway. His eye steered into my sole, we’d stopped moving, and we just stood there steering at each other while everyone else danced around us.


Shit just got intense. He leaned his lips closer to mine; I closed my eyes becoming impatient.


“Save me the last dance,” He whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and sweet as he kissed down my neck and back up to my cheek. I opened my eyes and he was gone. Awesome.


“I don’t even know your name!” I yelled at no one in particular.


Fuck me. I need another drink.



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