For You, I'll Be Superhuman

Liam, Louis, Harry, Niall, and Zayn all had traumatic childhood experiences. What happens when they are all connected? They join together to form a crime fighting group, and save many lives and defeat many enemies. But how can they defeat their greatest enemy yet? Will the pressure of love or the need to protect others break them? For these boys, they just want normal lives. But For You, They'll Be Superhuman.

WARNING: Foul Language


12. Chapter 10

"Come on mate! We have to get to the club!!" Louis says to Niall. After a few days of being cooped up inside of the house, researching and looking for anything that might help them in the search for the man in black, failing and failing countless times, they needed a night out on the town. The only thing they found that would have been remotely helpful was a news article about a 9 year old girl seeing the man in black telling her best friend to stab a fork in the power outlet, which, of course, was Marie and Louis. Very useless. So, they turned to clubbing to relieve them of their task. But Niall would much rather stay home and eat his body weight in all junk food imaginable, then go clubbing, but, sadly, he is being dragged by his friends to the local club. He fixes his hair in the mirror, grabs his coat then walks out. "Guys, I don't understand why you want me to go so badly!" He says, as they walk out to the car. "Because this is like a tradition!" Harry says, starting the car. "What?! No, it's not! You guys just need an excuse to party and get drunk and try and talk to girls!" Niall protests. "Maybe, but don't you want the same?" Louis asks, grinning at his friend who has lost this argument. Niall pouts in the backseat. As they boys arrive at the club, Liam and Zayn head to the dance floor, Louis and Harry go to get a table, and Niall, well Niall goes to the bar and orders the biggest beer they have. One thing about Niall, he loves to drink. After about 3 beers, he gets a little tipsy. "Niall, come dance!" Liam says, trying to pull his best friend out to the dance floor. "Mate, I might be tipsy, but I'm not dancing!" Niall says, returning to his seat at the bar. "Can I get a beer please?" A girl says, taking the seat next to Niall. Niall gawks at her. She is beautiful, he thought. Tanned white skin, straight medium length brown hair, fit body. And she likes beer. Perfect. Niall wrung his hands together, and was trying to decide whether or not to talk to her. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the girl said "Hey!" to him. "Hey." He said back. "I'm Lynne." She says, extending her hand to the Irishman. "Niall." "So, you here with friends?" She asks him, taking a sip of her beer while he answers. "Yeah, I got forced to come." He says, giving a playful pout. "Haha, same here." She says, motioning to a group of girls on the dance floor, one of them dancing with Zayn. "I'd rather spend some time drinking than dancing." Niall says, shaking his head at his poorly coordinated friends. "I can't dance for shit." Lynne says. "I mean, I love to dance, but I can't." "Haha, yeah." "And hanging at the bar kinda attracts all the drunks, and guys hit on you like there is no tomorrow. The tables aren't any better." Lynne sets her glass down and leans on the bar counter. Niall looks at her with a confused look on his face. "But you seem different." Niall feels his heartbeat speed up and he smirks. “Maybe I am different.” He says, trying to keep his cool, badass composure. She laughs. “I sure hope so.” After a little bit more chatting and a round of shots, Lynne is called to the dance floor by one of her friends. Niall watches as she makes her way across it, trying to avoid the sweaty people grinding one each other and the guys trying to get her to dance with her. She reaches her friend and her friend whispers in her ear. Lynne nods and makes her way back over. “Sorry, my friend was telling me to wrap it up, so I have to leave.” She reaches across the counter, steals the pen from the bartender, and writes on Niall's hand. She saunters off, leaving Niall without words. As she reaches the door, she turns back to face Niall. Her hand meets her ear with her thumb and pinky outstretched, her mouth saying “call me”. Niall smirks, finally looking at the writing on his hand. It lists a phone number. He feels proud of this fact, and can't wait to tell the boys thank you for making him come. Out side, Lynne and her friend, her best friend, are talking. “And than I gave him my number and walked out.” Lynne says, her voice much more meek and feebler than it was talking to Niall. “Ro, does that sound good?” Her best friend, Ro, short for Robin, laugh. “That sounds perfect, L. You've got him. You got him.” 

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