Breaking Free

Ever felt smothered by everyone else's idea of what your life should be like? Have you ever just wanted to say "Stop! It's my life!" to those closest to you? We all have, haven't we? I bet you were too afraid to do it though. So you kept your mouth shut, and did exactly what you always told yourself you would never do: you followed the rules set by people who don't really know you, and let THEM control your life. But what could happen if you finally just said no? If you decided to follow your own dream? Would something amazing happen? Would you fall in love? Would you find what you've been looking for your whole life? What could happen if you just...broke free?


10. Partying Hard

"D-Damn, Belle--" Niall began to say.

"Holy shit..." That one was from Louis.

"Language boys!" Liam of course had to be mature, even though he was looking Belle up and down just as much as the other four.

"Breathe Haz, breathe!" Zayn slapped Harry on the back since the curly haired boy had started choking on his soda when Belle stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go to a club they found online earlier.

Belle was wearing a black cocktail dress that had a ridiculously low scoop neck, reached mid thigh, and was open in the back all the way down to the dimples on her spine. She had on black stilettos with silver studs on the heel. If any other girl was wearing the entire outfit, they would look slutty. However, Belle had a way of making it look sexy yet chic; it was part of her unique charm. Her hair was curled to perfection, and cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner and mascara, but just enough to accentuate her natural features. Her chocolate brown eyes popped, and her lips looked oh so kissable with her pink shiny lip gloss. All in all, she was stunning.

Belle laughed at the boys and threw them a seductive wink. "You can pick your jaws up off the floor boys," she said huskily, walking past them and grabbing her black clutch bag and her phone. She walked over to the door (making sure to flaunt a little bit for the guys, of course) and opened it up. Just as she was about to round the corner though, she looked over her shoulder. All five boys were still staring at her, looking as though they would begin drooling at any moment.

Belle opened her eyes wide and gave them a funny look. "Well?" She asked with an attitude. "Are you guys coming or what? I'll race you to the elevators!" With that, Belle took off down the hall, running as fast as she could in her heels.

Zayn, Liam, Harry, Louis, and Niall all looked at each other knowingly for a split second, then took off after the mysterious Anabelle Lee Costa. 


"You guys are so slow!" Belle shouted as she, Louis, and Zayn exited the taxi. Liam, Niall, and Harry had taken another cab and were pulling up just behind them outside the club, stepping out as well. Belle had already taken four or five steps towards the door just to turn around and see that the boys hadn't all gotten out of their cabs yet.

Louis got to her first, and put an arm around her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Well maybe we're so slow because we like to see you walk ahead of us." Louis' sexy British accent combined with his warm breath on Belle's neck sent chills down her spine. She looked up at him from underneath her long eyelashes. His blue eyes were absolutely captivating. She felt like she could stare into them for hours.

"Well," she said sexily, putting her hand on his chest and making his eyes go wide. "If that's true then..." she took a long dramatic pause and looked back up at him. His mouth was parted a little bit in shock, he wasn't used to girls teasing him back.

"Then you're a pig!" Belle suddenly shouted teasingly, pushing him back and doing a sexy walk straight up to the door, leaving Louis in the dust with his jaw slack in shock.

The other four boys had been watching the two of them and burst out laughing, doubling over and pointing. Belle stopped before entering to wait on them next to the entrance. She saw Louis turn red and clench his fists. "Shut it!" He yelled at the boys, walking away from them and towards Belle. She was smiling at him, biting her lip mischieviously. He tried to hold back a smile from her but couldn't help it. "Oh wipe that smirk off your face woman." He mumbled jokingly as he finally reached her. Belle laughed and Louis took her hand to lead her inside the noisy club, the other four giggling boys trailing right behind.

The club was loud, with lots of people but not too tightly packed. Lights were flashing and Belle could see several people dancing (well, more like grinding) out on the dance floor. She'd only been to a club once before and she had been with Alan, and the club hadn't been nearly as big as this one. She tensed up a little bit and the boys noticed.

They surrounded her and smiled. Zayn leaned down and whispered in her ear so that she could hear him over the music, "Don't worry love. We'll take care of you."

For some strange reason, Belle believed him.


Fourty five minutes later, Liam finally drug Belle off of the dance floor, clutching her hand and both of them giggling like idiots. He led her over to some stools next to the bar and they faced each other, knees touching, still laughing.

"Y-you were right," Belle said in between bouts of laughter, "Zayn really is a sucky dancer!"

Liam laughed hysterically, his eyes squinting up adorably. "I know!" He choked out, "But did you see Louis? 'Stop the traffic...and let 'em through'!" He impersonated, sending the both of them into another round of insane hysterics.

A minute or two later, Liam and Belle finally managed to calm themselves down. He looked at her and noticed that a strand of her brown hair was sticking out on the wrong side of her part. Without thinking, he leaned over and moved it to the right spot. Belle froze, holding her breath and looking up at his serious face. When he finished fixing it, Liam kept his hand in her hair, but looked down at her as well. After a tense second or two, Belle giggled.

"Wow Liam, you haven't even known me a full day and you're already making a move on me? Very bold of you."

Liam just rolled his eyes and removed his hand. He sat back in the stool, sticking his tongue out at Belle who lauged in return. "Yeah right, you wish." He mumbled jokingly.

Liam called the bartender over and told him he wanted two shots of Patron. When the man brought them back, Liam picked up both glasses, handed one to Belle and held it up in a toast. "To the one and only Belle Costa," He began, "Who has stolen the hearts of One Direction in less than a day. I salute you." He finished with mock seriousness and Belle laughed, clinking glasses and saying, "Hear, hear!" Then she and Liam both tossed back their shots.

"Wait," Liam suddenly said, reached out and snatching the now-empty shot glass from Belle's hand, "You're not even old enough to drink here!"

Belle looked at him in amused disbelief. "Neither are you!" She shouted, "And besides, we're leaving for London the day after tomorrow, and I'm old enough to drink there. Might as well start practicing now, huh?" She added with a wink, making Liam blush.

"Hey what are you two doing away from the dance floor?" A familiar voice shouted, and Liam and Belle looked up to see a sweaty Harry walking up to them. He hooked an arm around Liam's shoulder in a brotherly way, but Liam cringed away making Belle laugh. "Belle you were tearing it up out there, what happened?" Harry asked in his slow, sexy drawl.

"Oh Harry, you make me blush," Belle said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Suddenly, Niall, Louis, and Zayn also appeared, joining Liam and Harry and making a little huddle around Belle.

"Well you two certainly aren't drinking enough!" Niall suddenly shouted, his words slurring just slightly. "Bartender, we need a whole shitload of more shots over here!"

They all burst out laughing, and the bartender complied. Pretty soon, Belle and the five boys were tossing back shots like they were tic tacs. They drank, they danced, they flirted.

They partied hard.



That's all Belle could feel. Her head ached, her feet ached, her back ached. It was everywhere. She was waking up, but she refused to open her eyes. Questions began running through her mind.

How did she get home from the club last night?

How much had she drank?

Did Harry end up getting with that bleache blonde bimbo he had been chatting up?

Those and many more questions ran through Belle's mind all at once, just making her head ache even more. She knew she needed to open up her eyes and find out the answers, and she also knew that she had a meeting at noon with the boys and management that she would need to get ready for.

Belle groaned, but again, refused to open her eyes. Instead, she stretched her arms out to try and wake the rest of her body though. She woke up alright, especially when she felt someone squeeze her waist.

Belle's eyes shot open, and she found herself staring at the sliding glass doors to her hotel room balcony, sunlight streaming in. The light made her head feel like it was splitting again, and she had to blink several times to make it go away. Belle's breathing got shallow when she looked down and saw that she was naked under the hotel's bed sheets, and there was an arm wrapped around her waist from behind her. She could feel someone behind her now, in the spooning position.

Belle closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Okay, so she had slept with someone last night. And she didn't remember it, nor did she know who it was. Lovely, just lovely.

Suddenly Belle heard a single, soft snore behind her. She groaned again. Whoever it was was still sleeping. Well that was about to change.

Belle took in another deep breath and slowly rotated her body, making sure not to let the sheet fall down from her chest, and also making sure not to wake her mysterious partner.

Belle took in a sharp breath of surprise and slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from making any more noise when she saw who was in the bed with her. Oh gosh, how could she have let this happen? It was so beyond morally wrong to sleep with someone you had just met, who you were working with, and someone that you were going to spend every day for the next three to four months with!

She had to wake him up. They had to figure out a plan! What would they tell the other boys? What would management say? Should they even say anything to anyone at all?

Belle took in a deep breath of courage, and forced herself to put a hand on the boy's shoulder and gently shake him awake.

"L-Louis?" She called out softly.

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