I couldn’t help but to stare at how peaceful she was in my bed. Nothing happened the night before, which I’m proud of. I’m known for being the one to convince women to sleep with me but this wasn’t the case with this particular woman. I got to know her. I got to know who she really was rather than what her bra size was. She was Carly. There were no others words to describe how unique she was to other girls.
Her slow breathing and the way she moved inch by inch to regain the comfort of her sleeping position. I could see nearly-blonde streaks starting from the roots of her hair down to the tips. Her arm was slung around the pillow, using it as a replacement for an actual body beneath her small frame. Her hair reached the small of her back. Her rosy cheeks with the porcelain face were absolutely breathtaking. She was everything, as of right now.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” She mumbled into the pillow. I hadn’t noticed I was staring for so long.
“You’re just so damn beautiful, babe. Are you gonna get up or what?” She nodded into the pillow and turned so her back and bum were faced towards me. Her foot dragged up my leg as she got comfortable. “Are you falling asleep on me again?”
“No. I’m just resting my eyes a bit. I’m tired from sleeping.” I tugged at her shirt but she refused to move. I ran a cold hand under her shirt and felt around her warm back. I could feel the bumps rise on her skin as I dragged it lazily around her waist and her lower back.
“Wake up, baby. It’s the afternoon, sweetheart.” I cooed. I never gave pet names to girls, anyone really. It was just so fun right now. She allowed me to experiment the things I’ve never done to a girl before. I just met the girl a few hours ago and I think I’m in some sort of love.
I ran for my life into New York City. I had nearly twenty girls, many who were at least in the age range of 9-12, chasing me and yelling my name. I always expected this to happen but not when I was on vacation in America. The boys and I were finally hitting it off and we just need some wiggle room.
“NIALL! NIALL WE LOVE YOU!” Their shrieks were incredibly high. I’m surprised that they can go higher than Harry. It just makes me wonder why Mary hadn’t been one to notice me off in an instance. When we first bumped into each other, considering her age, I expected her to yell and point and burst into a million pieces. She didn’t even recognize me…she knows me as Niall Horan, a regular boy from Ireland who loves to eat and just hang out, not as Niall Horan, the blonde one from the worldwide boy band One Direction.
I ran into an alley and hid behind the large garbage bin. I’ve been trained to run this much, even for miles on end. I was lucky enough to be ahead by so many minutes that it allowed me time to regulate my breathing and think of some disguise I could use to at least go back to Simon’s apartment.
“Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun! I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love!” My phone blasted the damned ringtone. The song echoed in the alley. Who in the hell could be calling me now?
“Hey mate! Where are you? You haven’t been home since last night!” Zayn’s thick accent rang in my ears.
“Uh, hey. I just finished the daily cardio and breakfast with the girl from last night. What about you?”
“The chick left about ten minutes ago. She said she’ll call me but I highly doubt it. So, what about that girl yesterday? Hell of a great time wasn’t she?” He orally nudged me. He wanted the truth and everything else dirty. What should I tell him? I like her because she’s simple?
“She’s fine Zayn. She’s actually prefect. I don’t know mate but, I think I really like her…” He laughed lightly on the other line.
“You’re in love, dude. Did she give you the digits or what?”
The conversation became awkward after a pause between the sentences. His breathing was highly auditable through the phone. “Well, I’ll phone Harry, Liam, and Lou. We have the studio recording today, don’t forget it. See ya later, bye.”
Studio recording. How a complete load of utter bullshit. I absolutely hate the career I have but I love the attention it brings upon me, due to the fact how I wasn’t really known back in Mullingar. It took nearly two years to get us where we are now. The XFactor and Simon were really the only things that brought me to where I am with the four brothers I love and a career that pays everything I live off of.
What if I tell her that I’m practically a millionaire? Will she run away and be overwhelmed because her newfound boyfriend, or what I want to be, is always on tours and signings and constantly leaving countries every week or so? I don’t want to lie. She’s a girl that shouldn’t be lied to. I can’t deal with fame and my simple regularity with having a mere crush on one of the most fantastic girls I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Or what if I’m simply delusional? I may be falling too hard, too fast. She may not like me as much as I like her. She could just be in it for sex for all I know. Every story has two sides and this is mine. The unpublished one lies deep in her thoughts and her behaviors towards me. She has the pen to the story that lies between us.
It all started here.
It isn’t love, is it? I feel as if I should just drop the thought of this massive weight and start focusing on the new album…but it still lingers in the back of my head.
Okay, it was just a simple euphoric and drunk moment but she was fully aware. It’s lust, definitely, but I doubt there’s anything more. If there were anything more, I would be going nuts about this…which I am…but I don’t love her…yet…
I woke up to the sound of shuffling and a slight bounce on my bed. My body was nearly tipping off the side of the bed and the sheets only covered the bottom half of my body, which I now realized was completely nude. I fluttered my eyes open and turned to see the shapely body of the boy from last night. Niall. That was his name.
“Hey. How come you’re leaving so early? What time is it?” He was sitting up on the bed and was finishing pulling on the jeans I roughly tore off of him last night.
“Good morning. It’s probably 8 AM. I have to get home.” I couldn’t let him leave that easy. I had to at least return something for the favor he fulfilled.
“Give me five reasons why I should stay. You’ve got 30 seconds.” Cheeky much?
“Well first, you have no ride. Second, I’ll take you out for breakfast. Third, I kind of like you. Fourth, we haven’t gotten out of our first-name basis. Finally, the fifth reason, you can’t leave without these.” I held his underwear with the tip of my index finger. I was lucky enough to find them near my feet.
His eyes widened. He instantly snatched them away and put them on. “I was looking for these! Okay, you win.” I patted the side of the bed and he lied down, shoes and all. “You kind of like me? Babe, we barely know each other. I don’t even know where I am.” He smiled.
I realize now that I was taking the part of the male in this situation. Usually, a guy would offer many things for the girl to stay but I was practically begging for him to even cuddle with me. “Yeah. Not to be weird or anything but you’re a very likeable guy Niall. It must be nice knowing you’re wanted, huh?”
He shrugged. “Not all the time. Thanks for the compliment and all but I’m not really wanted…I’m usually needed.” He gave a crooked smile in return. “So, how about that breakfast you promised me? I’m starving.” I shoved him lightly before jumping off the bed and running into my bathroom. I took a quick shower and had to take my clothes into the bathroom to get changed. I wasn’t allowing any nudity in my home at this moment.
“Ready?” I leaped towards him. I allowed for myself to wear sneakers, a pair of old jeans and a hoodie. It’s a bit of a lazy day and I had no one to impress. He nodded and held out his hand. I placed my hand in his and we intertwined our fingers. We walked out of the building and began walking towards a favorite restaurant of mine, “Terranio”.
“So, what do you do for a living?” Niall sprung up the question as I shoved almost a whole chicken tender into my mouth. I was never really a breakfast person so I ordered from the lunch menu. I had to cover my mouth and try to resist chewing like a cow, like I normally do on my own.
I swallowed the food hard before speaking. “I quit my job yesterday but I used to be a travel agent and venue attendee.”
“Sounds fun.” I shook my head as I took another carnivore bite out of my meal. He glared but smiled as he mimicked my eating.
“What do you do? You can’t just be here on a New York vacation. Where are you from any way? That’s an Irish accent, right?” He cut me off from asking my next question my placing his finger on my lips.
“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? Ha, well I’m an entertainer.”
“You’re not a stripper are you?” I interrupted him.
“Let me finish. I’m an entertainer. I sing in clubs and gigs and shit like that. I earn some money here and there. I’m from Mullingar, Ireland so it is an Irish accent you’re hearing. Anything else?”
I shook my head. I felt hot in the face as I realized how interested I was in his life. It’s like I wanted to be a part of his life and just never leave it. “I’m from Miami. I like reading and snuggling…I like having someone with me.”
“We’re highly similar Mary…Mary…uh babe?” I looked up from my plate to be greeted by the familiar pair of blue eyes that I practically had burned in the back of my head. It was a friendly burn, if possible. “What’s your last name?”
‘It’s French!’ like he cares! He just asked for your damn name! How could you be able to make such a fool of yourself in front of a guy like this?!
My thoughts ramble as well as my words. “Hm, sure sounds like it! Mine‘s Horan. It’s Irish. I have no real back-story to mine.” He continued eating. I hadn’t realized I was finished the food until I noticed I scarfed down the whole plate within seconds. “You sure can eat, can you? That’s hot.” I flushed but I was glad it wasn’t noticeable under my tan skin.
“Should we go now?” he said, after he finished his meal. I shrugged and stood up from my seat. The area where we were seated by the host was frankly small and uncomfortable. I barely had any elbow room and my legs were squished onto the table. I squeezed my way out of the corner and tripped on the leg of the chair. Before I could fall on my face, Niall had his arms around my waist. “You’re also really clumsy. Are you sure you’re the sarcastic and sexy bitch I met at the club last night? Or was that an act and you are really a sensible and humble young girl? Pick one.”
“I would say both but sexy isn’t in my description.” He pressed his lips onto mine and kissed them gently. I returned the kiss but he pulled away before it could last past ten seconds.
“Yes, it is. It definitely is. I think I should be going home now, babe.” He mumbled into my lips. I could smell a hint of his spicy cologne from the night before and a combination of faded and morning beer. I could taste the toxic drink on my lips.
“Will you call me?” He nodded, taking his phone out from his back pocket. He unlocked it to uncover a high quality photo of him and Justin Bieber in a club of some sort. “You met Bieber?” He nodded again.
“It was a red carpet kind of thing. It was nothing serious.” He grinned. He handed me the phone and I pressed the touch screen’s numbers. I handed it back and a wide smile was spread onto his face. “I’ll call you, I guess, unless, you’re a texting kind of person.”
“Both are fine, just make sure you do.” I grinned. I handed him my nearly-broken Blackberry that I’ve had since my freshman year at college. It works with a bit of flaws but nothing duct tape can’t fix. He looked down onto the terrible appearance of the cell phone compared to the glorious design of his iPhone.
“I see you need a new one of these before you go missing and this begins to malfunction.” He joked as he cautiously punched in the numbers to his phone.
“I’ve had it for a long time and I don’t see a reason to throw away something that works perfectly fine.” Just as I said it, he handed it back and it slipped from my hands. The cell phone was officially dead as it crashed onto the concrete of the small outdoor area. “Shit. I think I should get a new phone today.”
“Yeah, I think you should.” He agreed almost instantly. “I’ll call you. All you have to do is pick up and that’s about it.” He attempted to squeeze by me without unintentionally grinding his crotch on my leg.
He succeeded and waved a small goodbye. “See you later, babe.” He winked and left the restaurant, leaving me with a bill which he gladly paid and a jumping stomach.
Everything is basically going perfect…Or so I thought.
I hit the floor as a sneaker was thrown to the back of my head. “Keep off of him, slut! Who do you think you are kissing Niall?!” I could tell, even with a blurred view, that the girl obviously knew him. She was at least thirteen and wore a shirt with the face of a young-looking Niall plastered onto a t-shirt. His name was printed below with red letters and was joined at the end with “1D” in a cracked font. Before I could reply, the girl went off running in the direction Niall had just left towards to. “NIALL!” She belted as she chased him.
“HOLY SHIT! NOT AGAIN!” His familiar yells echoed through the streets. I could hear the tapping of his shoes as he ran for his life. My head was thumping and a slight scratch was scarred into arm.
“1D.” I thought aloud. “Niall.”
It took me a while to realize what I was actually doing tonight. I was seriously letting a complete stranger glide his hands up and down my near-naked torso in the middle of a humid nightclub. His lips were on my neck and involuntary moans slipped from my mouth. I’m not sure I was enjoying this but I was letting it happen as if nothing was wrong.
“You’re so damn gorgeous.” I heard the stranger mumble into my neck. His voice was so low I could barely make out the rest of his statement. I pushed him off roughly so I could retrieve my belongings and walk out. My shirt was above my bra and my pants were already unbuttoned.
Before I was able to walk out the booth to find the nearest bathroom, his hand firmly grasped my forearm, spinning me to face him. “Please, don’t leave.” He pled.
“I don’t even know your name.” I was surprised how I was able to block out the loud music from the background to just hear his voice. He had an accent, British maybe. I could make out the features I hadn’t noticed before he began to have his way with me. He had dark brown hair with a blonde streak that centered his quiff. His body was lean and non-muscular but it wasn’t a problem to me. I finally noticed the hazel eyes that pleaded me to stay with him.
“I’m Zayn, I told you that before. You’re Rae.” He said these things as if I had gotten some sort of drunk amnesia and I had to regain my memory by some vague explanations and descriptions. “Your friend is over there if you’re looking for her.” He pointed towards Carly who was seated next to a young man at a different table. They were talking and taking swigs of beer in between sentences. “Your other friend left with my mate, Niall. That’s Harry by the way. I won’t hurt you, I swear!” He yelled over the music.
“Okay, I won’t leave. What time is it?” I slurred my speech a bit. The alcohol hit me pretty hard tonight.
“It’s nearing 3 AM. I was about to leave. Wanna come over my place for the night? We can get out of here so we don’t have to yell like this.” He gave me an awkward crooked smile. He was acting as if it was his first time trying to pick up a girl and take her home. I honestly couldn’t resist how attractive and sweet he was overall.
“Sure, just make sure my friend and Harry tag along too.” He nodded and ran towards the two on the table. I see Harry holding out his hand and Carly taking it and nodding with an assuring look. I’m guessing she liked him as much as I liked Zayn at the moment. I always swore to myself I wouldn’t go home with a guy in situations like this but I decide to trust this stranger. He may benefit me in a physical way for all I know.
We reached a huge condominium with large glass windows that overlooked the best parts of Manhattan. The walls were a solid white and the floor was a sleek hardwood floor. My heels made an obnoxious tapping noise as I walked in a bit more. Carly was being carried on piggy-back by Harry. They giggled and snorted a lot which made it an enjoyable watch. They acted as if they knew each other for years.
Zayn smiled as he closed the door. Harry carried her all the way down a hallway and into a room. I could hear he squeals of glee from here. “You’ve got a nice place Zayn…Zayn…”
“Malik. Zayn Malik.” He smiled again and pointed his face to the direction of his feet. His name sounded bloody familiar but I couldn’t make it out with my drunken thoughts. The most I can make out right now is dancing cats and foggy pictures.
“I’m Rae Sharma. Sorry for forgetting everything at the club. I was-“
“It’s okay, relax.” He giggled and reached out to hold my hand. He grasped it gently and tugged it, pointing to the direction of an opposite hallway. We walked slowly until we reached a white door. He turned the knob and switched on the lights. Inside was a whole shelf stacked with CD’s. Most were The Rolling Stones and Beatles CD’s but the rest are ones I couldn’t make out from my long-distance view. The room overall was enormous. It fit a king sized bed and a large closet. I could tell the boy had more clothes than I did.
“Your room is really nice Malik. Pretty neat too.”
“Thanks. I’m picky so I like to have my things placed where I know where. I also have a lot experiences in messy rooms…it annoys me.” He added the last line in hopes of making it sound less dirty than it had to. Messy rooms, bullshit. With his looks, I could tell he can destroy more than a measly room.
I sat on his bed and I instantly suck into it. I kicked off the uncomfortable heels and rubbed my heels. It takes pain to be a woman. “So, what do we do now?” I turned to see him in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He put on an OBEY snapback before answering. I hadn’t even realized he was changing clothes.
“Well, we could watch a movie or….” He faded into his sentence.
“Or what? Have one-night-stand sex and you end up not trying to contact me ever again?”
His eyes widened at my sudden accusation. “No! Definitely not! Yes, I do want to sleep with you, like who wouldn’t? The point is I do keep contact with whoever I meet. I can guarantee you that.” He defended himself.
“Oh really? Let’s test it out.” I stood up and grabbed him by the chest of his shirt. I pulled him so his back was facing the bed. I pushed him and climbed onto his lap and straddled him. My lips found his neck and moans escaped as I began to suck on the sensitive skin just below his ear.
“Holy shit.” He moaned in between pants and gasps for air. His hands found their way to the back of my cropped shirt. His fingers unhooked the bra without my consent. My shirt wasn’t even off yet he found a way to rip it off of my body. My shirt came next…it became awkward with my insecurities. I covered myself with my arms but he slowly pulled them away.
“This is your idea. Fulfill what you claim.” He lied down and pulled me with him. I hovered over him while his hands remained on my backside. “You’re in control. Do what you would regularly do with a guy. Tease me, fuck me. Do something. It’s okay.” He encouraged me little by little.
I didn’t reply. I pulled him up again and nearly ripped off his shirt from his body. The snapback was long gone in the corner of the room. I backed away a bit to remove the sweatpants that hid was I seek the most. He lifted himself a bit to assist me in the removal. His black boxer-briefs outlined his excitement.
“Is that all for me Malik?”
“Take it Sharma.” I added more rips to my leather pants as I removed them. I jumped on him and kissed him roughly. He groaned when I lightly squeezed his upper thigh near his crotch. He practically asked for me to tease him. His hands left my backside and grasped onto the sheets. He bit my lip as I backed away once more.
“Under the sheets Zayn.” I commanded. He obeyed and lifted the comforter. He slipped himself inside and snuggled into them. Within seconds, I see him squirming until he lifted his hand and dropped his boxers on the side of the bed. “Naughty boy. That deserves a punishment.”
I climb inside with him and straddle him again. His length is already poking my thigh. “Holy shit Malik. You are excited.” He smirked devilishly. He removed me from my confines and we both lied on the bed, exposed to each other. We barely knew each other and here we were. Absolutely fucking clichéd.
It didn’t take us long until we started something between us. Loud moans filled the room and possibly the whole apartment building. Zayn’s massive groaning proved how vocal he can be in minutes of action. I mostly tried to not embarrass myself with the high-pithed squeals and moans I was able to create.
I rolled off his body. My legs and torso were burning with the familiar fire of post-sex and a lazy orgasm. Zayn had his eyes closed and his breathing was slow and deep. “That was amazing.” He panted.
“Yeah, it was…you’ll call me, right?” He fluttered his eyes lazily and faced me.
“Yes, I will. I just need your number. We’ll set up a date and we’ll get to know each other better.”
I decided it was time to crack a joke to end the night. “Well, I know you’re fucking great in bed. That’s one thing I know about you.” He laughed with a shallow breath.
“I know your bra size. 32B…how amazing.” He joked. I slapped him lightly on the arm.
“You accurate piece of shit. Just spoon me and let’s go to sleep?” He nodded and hugged me from behind. His warmth instantly comforted me. My breathing went back to its regular pace and so did Zayn’s. I doubt he’ll call me.
I doubt everything right now. I need some assurance to really make me believe that everything I just did with an absolute stranger is completely true and not some wet dream I had in the middle of the nightclub or in my bed after being pulled out of a drunken night.
I need some sense of mind.
I think I smiled all the way to the building. I couldn’t stop thinking about the attractive male I interacted with a few minutes ago. I could describe him in the most vivid forms, even in the simplest, but it wouldn’t change the god-like looks on the young boy. It makes my stomach flutter and jump every time I think about the way held my hand. I haven’t had a close encounter with a guy like this before.
Let’s start with his face. We can start with the ocean-blue eyes that sparkled when the sun hit his face. I could easily melt in his eyes. His high cheekbones that were blushed with rose were adorable. His smile was gorgeous too, even behind the braces.
His hair, bleached with tints of brown on the sides and on the peak. His built body structure was way past attractive…his manners and personality are what interest me the most…Niall…
I sat in the cubicle, mindlessly packing the small belongings on my desk. My hands were even packing things that weren’t even mine.
“MARY!” I snapped out of my daydream to be awoken by the thin frame leaning on the cubicle opening. “Great, you’re awake. What’s this I hear about you quitting?’ Valerie’s screech of a voice hurt my ears worse than a dog whistle on a premature puppy.
“Yes. I am quitting today as soon as I get my Friday paycheck that I’ve worked so hard on earning. After that, I’ll be on my way.”
She merely smirked to herself. “What are you going to do with your life? You have nothing after this. You have no idea how many people were dying for this position. You’re letting it all go so fast.”
She sunk those words into my mind as if she was trying to keep me in the business to make a fool out of me like she does every single time. She then ends up having the starring role in the business whereas I don’t have a single spotlight. My position was nothing but her assistant. As if she was real big shit.
“Yeah, I truly am. Well, look at the time! Do you know what time it is?”
She shook her head. “11 AM? How am I supposed to know?”
“Incorrect. It’s time for you to get your bitchy ass attitude away from me. I’m tired of you V.” I collected the box of things on my desk and held the larger materials on a small wagon. The cubicle was cleared and my so was my job. I instantly walked past her and made my way out of the building. I seriously never want to see this place again.
It doesn’t take me long to return to my apartment where I wish I could just spend time reading The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell instead of worrying for others’ problems. I throw the keys on the couch and slump towards my bedroom. I nearly trip again due to the trash below me. I need a maid or I need to learn how to clean up after myself.
My phone rang and I checked the caller ID from a long distance view. I couldn’t tell if it said Somy or Sony. I’m pretty sure it said Sony. The called a total of seven times…screw that hell hole. I checked the time and it read 3 PM. I couldn’t help but grab a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and watch reruns of SpongeBob. I also couldn’t help think about Niall…
I woke up to the loud ringtone of my phone. It seems I dozed off because of the change from Nickelodeon to Nick at Night. I groaned a bit as I reached for my phone on the arm of the couch. My body was outstretched on the furniture.
“Hello?” My voice was raspy from a dry throat. I swallowed some spit until I spoke again.
“Hey! Are we going or what?” I had completely forgotten about going dancing tonight. I checked the time and it read 10 PM. I’m not even dressed yet and I’m supposed to leave in about half an hour.
“Yeah, uh, give me a while. I’ll be ready.” I hung up the phone and jumped off the couch with wobbly legs. My body was shaken and unsettled but I managed to set myself straight. I ran into my bedroom and fished the clothes in my closet. The outfit ended up being a dress that stopped at the top of my thighs, high heels, and a leather bomber jacket I found from a few years back. I left in the artificial curls and applied mascara and eyeliner. I looked decent, I guess.
Just as I finished touching up the facial features, there was a loud banging on the door. Carly was always a hyper one. I walked towards the door and collected my phone, I.D. and wallet. Luckily, I left the key in a potted plant near the door.
“I’m coming!” I toyed with her emotions and opened the door. Carly was joined with Rae. I don’t know her personally but we’re on a very close first-name basis. “Hey…shall we get going?” They nodded excitedly.
Carly wore a red dress that was similar in design and length to mine. Rae wore something a bit more exposed. She wore ripped leather jeans and a crop top that hit right below her breasts. It was a feel-good night and I’m sure she’ll have a guy that’ll give her that feeling.
We took a cab but we weren’t charged due to the guy fancying Carly the whole ride through. We got out immediately and took a short walk to the new club that was pretty near my apartment. In big, graphic light-up letters were the letters that made out the word “Charm”. By the terrible remix of Nicki Minaj, I could tell that tonight is when I’ll get piss drunk and possible leave with some random guy.
We walked in, thankful to Rae for seducing the bouncer with a bit of slurred words and a lot of exposed skin. Though it looked miniature from the outside, the inside was enormous. It was nearly the size of a three story house and as long as three New York blocks. Rae yelled something but I was unable to hear it.
We sat in a booth and I splurged my money on buying the first round of drinks for the three of us. Soon after, the drinks became free after random men requested we have them. We were happy to oblige. It took five shots for me to actually go out and dance on the floor. I was feeling ecstatic and electric from the toxic drinks. I had lost the two girls around the center of the club but continued dancing to a song with high beats and a lack of rhythm.
I felt hands grasp my waist and a body press against my backside. My ass was directly on the crotch of the man behind me. His hot breath was on my neck as he leaned over to whisper something in my ear. “Turn around.”
I spun around and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The guy from earlier today was here. His hands were directly on my waist and a smirk formed on his face. He leaned in again. “Didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” I shook my head and I tip-toed to reach his face. The boy was at least 5’7” next to my 5’4” height with short heels on.
“You look nice.” He sipped the drink in his hand though I hadn’t felt on my numb body. He bit his lower lip and grasped my hand. He pulled me away towards a quiet area of the club near the restrooms. The rooms were vacant. I read the ‘Out of Order’ sign above it. He’s an intelligent man around the streets.
“Sorry we couldn’t talk normally back there. You look amazing.” He checked me out and placed his drink on a bathroom attendant’s stool mindlessly.
“Thank you Niall.” He licked the corner of his lip and moved hands back onto my waist.
“I never got your name. Please tell me.” He begged. He stared at my lips while I stared at his blue eyes that were now dark with lust and low-lighting.
“Mary. My name’s Mary.” I held out my hand for him to shake. He noticed the decency I was born with and shook it. He smiled again and kissed my cheek.
“You’re really classy aren’t you Mary?” He joked. “What do you say if we get out of here and go back to my place?”
“I prefer my place…” I ran my hand down his clothed torso and I could feel the abs underneath it. He already had me hot and bothered but this concluded as a bonus. He moved back and held out his hand and I placed mine in it. We intertwined our fingers together. I walked out to grab my things on the booth I was sitting in. Before I reached the booth, I see Rae and a tan guy who was really fit practically lying down. His face was buried in her neck and her top was pulled up halfway into her bra.
I turned to see Carly and a guy with curls atop his head talking. Her leg is lifted by his hand which lies on her thigh, digging up the dress, nearing her underwear. Niall leans to talk to me. “I see your friends found mine.” He laughs.
“The guy with the quiff over there is Zayn and the guy over there with the curls is Harry. They won’t hurt them, I promise you that. They’ll probably take them back to our apartment which leaves me with you in yours.” I trusted him. The tone of his accent-infused voice sound so assuring. I nodded and grabbed my purse and jacket. He held out his hand again and we walked out of the enormous building. It seemed never ending.
I was lifted and dropped on my bed by the attractive male in front of me. Niall easily climbed over me and began sponging kisses on my jawline and moved his lips down to my collarbone. I bit my lip trying to sustain a moan. I could smell the cologne on his. It was intoxicating but so attractive. My fingers were tangled in his hair as he dragged his hand under my dress, rubbing my now exposed thigh.
“I want you so much right now.” He mumbled through the kisses.
The loud car horns blast through my window as they remained open to allow a cool breeze to seep in during this June weather. It instantly woke me and I shuffled my position on the four-poster bed I was lucky enough to obtain. The sheets clung onto my exposed thighs as I sat up to be blinded by the crack of 7 AM New York sunlight. I checked the alarm clock beside me. The proposed time was 7:30 but the traffic downstairs proposed differently.
I lifted my body off of the bed, nearly tripping over the pile of trash that was scattered across the floor. It was time for me to get ready to attend my miserable job as a Sony travel agent and venue attendee. The title may sound exciting but the most I do is wait around in the tiny cubicle I’m forced to call and office and plan out where different bands signed with Sony travel to and where their venues are held. I just hope this year becomes abundant with travel orders.
My phone rang with the loud alarm tone that I chose for the specific reason that I would not get up. I was halfway into fixing my hair while it rang. I simply ran my fingers through the artificial curls I spent so much time on the night before and rushed over to turn off the alarm. I hadn’t even sat back down when my phone rang again.
“Hey Mary! Coming to work today?” Carly’s enthusiastic voice rang through the phone. I had been planning not to but I’ve also been planning on quitting the job and live on my tuition money for college that I happened to save after a journalism scholarship I got at Columbia. I was lucky I obtained a full four-year scholarship. I’m even more fortunate that those four purposed years turned into two years thanks to my college courses over the high school summers.
“Yeah…it’s my last day today…”
“Oh, well, we could meet up at the Starbucks before work. Meet me in ten minutes?”
I smiled to myself as I thought about my summer freedom. “Yeah, definitely! I’ll be there.” I slipped on my shoes and gathered the phone and iPod off of the nightstand. There are a few things I can’t live without and one of those includes my daily dose of Cher Lloyd and Marina and the Diamonds.
I walked out of the small apartment that I’ve grown so accustomed in the past year of moving in after college. I practically ran down the stairs and walked out the door of the building. I located the death trap I called my car and hopped in. I took the five minute drive to the Starbucks and walked in to order my usual Double Chocolaty Chip. I could see Carly’s tiny frame ahead.
“Carly!” I caught her attention and I ran towards her, the heel of my shoe was nearly breaking off. I wear these shoes every day and they’re practically worn out from all the walking I used to do before I bought the temporary car.
“Mary! We need to hang out tonight! I’m pretty sure we haven’t gone out since last Christmas!” She twirled her brunette hair with her small, nimble fingers. She had been so interested in leaving the company for one day so she could have a time for herself.
“Yeah…what about we go dancing tonight? We haven’t been to the club in about a year or so…What do you think?” She didn’t need time to second guess my thought. She quickly nodded and danced a small victory dance. Within the few minutes of her talking and my mind blocking her speech, a vibration in my bag took me out of my trance.
Hey, well guess who’s mad? –Ellie
I don’t need to. Tell the Wicked Witch of the West that I’ll be there in five.-Mary
Sure thing. You quitting today?-Ellie
I sure am. Start packing the individual projects for me? I’ll take it from there.-Mary
Carly and I said our goodbyes and I departed the coffee shop. I could hear a slightly muffled screaming coming from the end of the block. I couldn’t tell if it was nearing me or moving farther away from me. I really don’t care. I check my Twitter notifications from the several texts I receive and I gladly check my Facebook notifications.
Several tweets directed to me are from an adorable guy named Anthony who I’ve been talking to for a while now. He says in a band but I haven’t had the time to discover the band just yet. He’s from California which acts as a huge plus.
@anthonyladao: @MaryOlivier Hey beautiful ;)
@MaryOlivier: @anthonyladao Hey gorgeous ;D I see you’re on. I have to go to work, I’ll talk to you later :*
@anthonyladao: @MaryOlivier ;)
Twitter flirting remains so playful that I can never take it seriously.
I suddenly hear the terrible shrieks and screams that seem to get louder as I reach Sony. It didn’t take long until I was knocked to the floor by a tall and built frame. “Holy shit! Oh my god, are you okay?”
I looked up but was blinded by the sunlight covering the face of the male in front of me. An Irish accent rang in his tone. “Yeah, I’m fine. “ He held out his hand and helped me off the ground. The sunlight cleared and the male’s face was revealed.
“I’m Niall, I’m sorry I knocked you down like that. I’m trying to escape a few problems. I’ve been running for the past half hour.”
“You don’t sound so out of breath.”
He smiled and I could notice a clear set of braces on his teeth, not that it changed his overall manners and appearance. “Let’s just say that I’m used to it.”
I returned a smile. Just before I was able to introduce myself, he spoke. “I’m sorry but I have to go! Nice to meet you ,pretty lady” He winked and went off to running again.
Is it just me or is he completely perfect?