We were drunk. Both of us were off our heads and neither of us ever wanted this. They might all be happy but we don't get along. But that kiss... No, this means nothing. This whole thing, is a drunken mistake.


1. Drunk

"Are we drunk?"

I nodded and Sami giggled helplessly. Jodie's stripper was entertaining her for the minute, but  then she was going home. Marcus, her husband-to-be, had fractured his hand after falling into       the fountain in city centre. Me, Sami and Jessica were meant to be going too but we were only      18. We had our curfew broken 6 months ago - this freedom was new. And besides us a huge crowd was developing on the dancefloor, so the bar was practically free.

"Yeah, we are," Jessica confirmed and she went to get more shots. She wobbled to the bar giddily, "Hiya sexy."

The barman laughed. He was used to this sort of shit, he worked in one of the dodgiest's clubs    in the whole country. He gave us some more shots and Jessica sat back down. I saw Jodie leaving the club and I waved. She pointed at the dancefloor and gave me a thumbs up. I  laughed.

"Let's go dance." Sami smiled and we all got up and went to the dancefloor.

"I'm going to pee!" I screamed and I ran to the toilets. Inside it was quiet and deserted. After I was done, I was adjusting my make up in my phone when there was a huge yell. I jumped. I heard pairs of feet and all the cubicles around me closing. A crowd of people came in, screaming and crying and they checked over the cubicles. They were starting at the oppisite side when I heard a whispering.

"I don't know who you are but get out there and lie." He hissed. I sighed, went out and smiled.

"Hey! Me and my mates are trying to pee in peace here. Girls have to be girls, you know?" I explained. The girls of the group nodded in agreement and they all left, yelling out obscene threats to anyone in their way.

"Get out here!" I yelled, closing the toilet door. I could have been locking in perverts, killers and rapists with me but I felt dizzy and excited. Five lads emerged from the unisex toilets. I scanned each one. Dark curls, blonde tufts, white Converse, low-hung jeans and tattoos merged together in front of my blurred vision. I picked out each one, and opened my mouth to scream.

"Stop! Don't scream!"

I had to scream. It was One Direction.

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