one direction preferences and imagines

niall imagine ~ Stockholm syndrom

"Your best friend just turned 21 and although you protested against going to the bar like she always did on her birthdays, she wanted to continue the tradition/ It was her night after all so you went along with her plan and dressed up revealing more skin than you would have liked.

Club SS wasn't the best in town and it wasn't the worst. The baristas were friendly and quick in mixing drinks but the common girls who frequently attended the bar were more than okay with using their body to get what they wanted. The guys seemed to be completely without a brain.

There went your chance of finding someone interesting to talk to while your friend got drunk. You played on your phone while sipping on your passion fruit vodka drink and once the last drop of it fell on your tongue you sat back and scanned the room. All the guys already had one or two girls to grind on and some were so drunk they couldn't stand up for themselves but in the midst of this jumble you found a diamond.

A blond man wearing a loose white T was leaning against a wall subtly admiring at the swaying hips before him and  the occasional slips in cleavage. He didn't care for any of it, it seemed, but that's why he caught your eye.

You joined the group of half conscious bodies moving without rhythm to the EDM song being played and slid through them until you were in front of Niall. Your friend saw you finally attempting to fit in and gave you two thumbs up. You grinned and kept dancing along to the song, knowing that Niall would eventually look at you too. 

You looked over your shoulder and saw him licking his lips and smiling. God, the lights brightened up his teeth so much that they could have shut down all the flashing lights and it would still be bright. He nudged one of his friends, nodded and walked towards you. Two hands were placed on your sides and you smiled to yourself. 

"I come here every night and not once have I seen you." he whispered in your ear, brushing his lips down your neck and pulling back. He guided your behind to press against him in perfect synchronization with the music. It was hard to have a clear mind and you'd only had one drink. 

Leaning your head against his shoulder and looking up to him you spoke, "I'm hard to find, babe." 

"Something tells me you'll be here all night." the conviction his voice had was hypnotic and you were so close to going along with it but you snapped out of it.

"I don't think so. My friends will come find me pretty soon." the lights in the club changed. From blue, they turned purple, reflecting off his pale face. He was beautiful and bad. 

He paid no mind to your objection and turned you around, tired of looking at your back. One leg was close, maybe too close to both your thighs and the other was inches behind. As the beat dropped so did your useless fight against this man's charm and when he kissed you, you responded almost by instinct.

Time was not important. Nothing was. His cherry tasting mouth was important and so was the grip holding you to him. You knew on a regular night you'd be against all the choices that led you to this but you didn't seem to care. You wanted this no matter how bad it was. This man would cause you more pain than necessary but you didn't want to leave just yet. It wasn't an option.

His breath was warm and his eyes were icy blue. The combination was ironically a good representation of his persona. 

"Your eyes. They're so clear. I could almost see through you." his voice was low but you still caught his comment. Funny how you both were captivated by each other's eyes. He retrieved his hands from your lower back and twined them with yours. 

There was a change in his attitude since he first came to you. The up-to-no-good act was starting to fade and you could see that he might not be so bad.

This worried you. It reminded you that it was bad in the first place and that your friend would disapprove. You had to find her.

"I have- I have to go." You looked away from him, gently released your fingers from his. Your touch lingered on his palms and he chased you.

People were glued together which made it harder to get to you but he did nonetheless.

He caught your waist causing you to turn and look at his panicked expression.

Maybe he noticed the change too and that's why he was scared.

"You did this to me and you can't go. You can't just leave. Not yet." you contemplated his actions. Was he sincere? Did he really need you? Probably not but you were so far down the road of bad choices that one more couldn't harm you any more than the others.

"Then stay. Come with me." 

The club's noise got lower and lower as the two of you drove away, unsure where these choices would lead you.