Niall Horan ~2012

The music in this club is so loud I can barely hear myself think. There’s bodies everywhere, people grinding and dancing on each other, drinks being spilled, drugs being taken. No matter where you move in this place, there will be someone touching you in some form or another.

Someone at the venue we played tonight said that this club is pretty wild, so we came here after the show to find that he was correct—it is wild.

I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had by now, but I’m definitely drunk.

“Cupcake!” I gasp when I see a lady walking past with a tray of them, reaching out to grab one before she can see.

Before I even know what’s happening, I’ve got some of the frosting on my nose. I move my face closer to you—the girl on my left who’s definitely just as drunk as I am. I gently move your hand away from my face when yo try to put more frosting on my nose, my hand wrapping around your wrist.

I can see the smile on your face as you lick the frosting off the tip of my nose, everybody around us cheers and laughs.

The alcohol is making me incredibly bold and so I suddenly grip your thighs and pick you up, setting you on my lap.

A chorus of 'Whoops' and more laughing rises from the people around us as I hold you close, my arms tightening around your waist, holding you in place, making you throw your head back in laughter