It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


20. The Dance Club.

Louis opened the passangers' side door for me, and helped me into the car. He held my hand, helping me inside the rest of the way. He smiled at me, shut the door, and went over to his door. He hopped into his side of the car, and started it up. Grazng my arm lightly, flirtily. I smiled at him, and let him run his fingers down my arm and grab my hand. He drove the car, one handed, and we drove the streets, until we came upon the dance club. A different one than before... it looked nice. I could hear the pumping music from inside the car, and there was a huge amount of strobe lights flashing just on the outside. There was a huge usher outside, and he was waiting for some people, holding them behind the red velvet rope. They were waitng anxiously to get inside the dance club with their dates, or to find dates. I saw a pretty blonde walk over to the usher and, completely failing, tried to get in by flirting with him. She got kicked out of the whole place. The dance club was called MOVE! and it looked like fun to be inside, dancing steadily to the beat. Louis seemed awfully fond of these clubs, and taking me to them. They are really fun. Louis dropped my hand, and unlocked the doors, coming to my side and helping me out. I smiled at him, and he grabbed me by the waist and led me inside. First we had to pass the usher.

"Sup, bro?! Yo, Louis!" I heard the usher call out, and then they fist-bumped, and they let me and Louis inside. The music was blaring, giving me an instant headache, but it didnt matter. Tonight, was all about fun, and hanging out with my boyfriend. And I wasnt shy around Louis anymore, I just was myself around him. He loved it. Louis grabbed my hand, spun me around, and flirtily lead me out to the dance floor. We moved together, around all the other couples, and we were completely lost in the beat, moving against each other. I looked up at Louis, he was maybe two inches taller, and he smiled. I buried my head in his shoulder, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I ran my fingers through the hair that fell in somewhat curls on the top of his neck. He moaned a little, and just swung us both around again. I pulled away from him, and as soon as I did, a slow song came on. Louis smirked at me, and pulled me closer to him, really quickly, and I smashed into him. He was still smirking. I smiled back, and he closed any space between us at all, our bodies were so close together, I could feel his every move. I almost stepped on his feet a few times. It felt like we were dancing all the way back to our first slowdance, a magical slowdance. One that wasnt so close, it was more of a flirty boy trying to get the girl. I've completely fallen for him, there is nothing I could do about this, he's just too perfect. And he even told me there might be a chance that we'd be together forever. I smile at the thought, he would be a perfect husband. I dont care what other people say, he's perfect to me. Louis noticed me staring, and cheekily led me to the bar. I followed closely behing him, and he bought two beers. We sat at the bar stools, the slow song ending. He smiled at me again. Does he want me drunk?

"Louis, I dont drink that much..." I said, skeptically looking at the beer bottle.

"Dont worry babe, we wont have too many. This is a party, have some fun!" Louis said, smiling at me. He set his beer down after taking a medium sized drink of it. A felt hands wrap around my waist from behind, I looked back at a really fat man. I practically jumped onto Louis' lap. Actually, I did jump onto his lap. He caught me, and instantly turned into worry.

"Dont worry babe, this is a party, I just wanted to feel your stomach, babe. You look pretty skinny." The fat man said. Louis narrowed his eyes to slits, and stared coldly at the man. The man stared back. No, Louis, dont fight this guy! Please dont get into a fight! My thoughts were screaming at me, and I could do nothing. I was still on Louis' lap, which he didnt mind. He was too focused on this guy that tried to grab me.

"Look, bro, I dont want any trouble..." The fat man said. Louis said nothing. His eyes were still slits. His eyes were, cold, and dead. I was worried, I'd never seen him like this before. He was so overprotective of me... I loved it!

"Keep your filthy hands off my girl. Got it? I dont want to see you near her again. Ever." Louis finally spoke, and the fat man almost ran away. He called me 'his girl'! I smiled, and kissed Louis on the cheek. The fat man moved away somewhere on the dance floor. Louis smiled at me, his kind, loving eyes returning. I tried to get up, but Louis whined and I sat back down on his lap.

"That guy tried to grab you? Why didnt you just say so, babe? If he would've hurt you, or done anything to you, he would have been dead, and I would've been in jail. I love you, I dont want anything to happen to you, ever." Louis said, and I hugged him. He hugged me back, and we just sat there, hugging each other until he finally pulled away. Someone had tapped on his shoulder. It was a girl, about the age of 15, really young, and not a looker. What was someone so young doing here this late? I looked at the clock, it was 1:00 already. She should be in bed.

"May I help you?" Louis asked the girl, she was wearing a short skirt, air tight, and a cropped tanktop. She looked old enough to be in here, but she was, as I said, only 15.

"Yeah, do you wanna dance with me, hon?" She said, trying to seduce him to dance with her. Hon? Really?!

"No." It was one word, very stern, very quickly, he replied with no. That was it. But the girl didnt leave. Did she even see me here? I hope so... "I'm here with my girl, if you could leave now... I dont want any other girls but her. Understand? How old are you anyway?" I heard Louis say. I felt myself smile, his words. They were so sweet.

"I'm fourteen.." The girl said. Louis looked at me, and we both laughed.

"Shouldnt you be all tucked up in bed at home, getting ready for school tomorrow?" Louis asked, sassy.

"No! I get it, you said no, you could've left it at that... God.." She said, and she stormed away. The music was so loud, everyone was just moving so quickly. And before I knew it, me and Louis were drunk. We had almost 12 each, and we were finally done, the club was going on all night, but Louis had a massive headache, so we left. Neither of us could drive, but Louis still tried. We made it safely back home, and we unlocked the hotel room door, and I went into my room. Louis followed me, when I turned around he put his finger to his lips, motioning me to be silent. I smiled at him, and nodded. Louis layed down on my bed, almost asleep, the beer taking control. I went to change into my pajamas. Louis took off his shirt and handed it to me. I wore his shirt with some gym shorts, and then I went to go to bed. Louis and I were facing each other in the bed, he was pushing me up against him, my head in his bare chest. Thats how we fell asleep, Louis almost half-naked and me only in his shirt and some shorts. And we were totally wasted.

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