Holding On

Rose, the word ponders around my crammed mind and all it ever picks out is the color red. Red, the color of love, anger, blood. My name is inexplainable. My life, was inexplainable, until I met him.


21. A Night at the Club

Everyone agreed and in no time I was in my bedroom getting dressed. I threw open my closet door, and scanned for something that screamed "party time." I found the perfect dress. The top was black lace, and the bottom half was skin tight and white with a flower design. White lace was just above the hips, and the dress cut off just above the knees. I squealed and snatched it off the hanger and put it on.

"Wow." I smiled. It fit to my curves perfectly, and was surprisingly very comfortable. "Now for my hair." I spoke to myself.

I quickly gathered myself into the bathroom, and took out my makeup. I curled my lashes and applied a decent amount of mascara, and a light eyeshadow color. For my lips I used a glossy nude color. It was gorgeous.

My hair was always done last because I spend so much time on my hair. I spent a half an hour curling it, and then pinned it up, leaving two strands down at the rims of my face. I twirled them with my finger for "extra bounce."

After I finished I went back to my closet for shoes. I found my black stilettos with studs on the back. I popped them on for some edge to my look, immediately smiling like an idiot because of the height difference. I grabbed a red purse and made my way to the living room.

"I'm here!" I yelled as I stepped into the room. Everyones eyes locked onto my body, making me feel insecure.

"You're beautiful!" Every exclaimed in unison. I blushed and smiled. "Thank you."

"Alright, let's go party!" Niall laughed as we all piled into the limo.

"Rose sit next to me!" Harry demanded in a needy kids voice. I laughed and scooted in next to him, Louis following me on my right. Liam closed the door as he got in next to Zayn, and with that we were off!

The car ride was short, and filled with snorts and chuckles.

"We're here!" Paul yelled as he pulled up to the curb of a wild club. People stumbled out the club doors and into their sober partners' car as they were directed to. Louis helped me out of the car, and we all strut inside the club liked we owned the bitch.

Just kidding, it was only me who did that.

I made my way to the bar while Harry, Niall, and Liam fist pumped to "Everywhere I Go" by Hollywood Undead.

After a good five minutes, I turned to Louis. "I have a challenge for you." His eyes lit up.

"Which is?"

"I bet you I can down five tequila shots faster than you." I smirked at him, knowing I could easily win because I wasn't a light-weight and could handle any drink.

"Oh really? And if I end up winning which I will?" He replied with a cocky look in his eyes.

"Then...I have to do whatever you want me to for the rest of tonight and into the morning. And if I win you have to do the opposite. Deal?" I stated confidently.

"Deal." He smirked at me as I ordered ten tequila shots.

After we arranged them in front of us, Zayn started counting down.

"5...4...3...2...1!" He yelled. I grabbed the first glass and threw it down my throat, my tongue tingling. The first was always the worst. I slammed the glass down and grabbed another, glancing at Louis while I did, he was already on his third shot!

Not allowing defeat, I grabbed another glass and did them both at the same time. As I reached for the final two, Louis shouted.

"Done!" He started laughing as he looked at me.

"What! How!" I yelled, annoyed that I lost. How could I lose? I never lost when it came to these challenges!

"Now, you have to do whatever I want you to." Louis said, smirking at me.





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