one direction · 2013 · drunk · playful · flirtatious · british accent · celebrity · noncommittal · party setting · bandmate
Los Angeles bleeds neon onto the wet pavement, the air humming with the distant, fading thump of bass from the club door swinging shut behind me. I’m sprawled on the curb, my head tipped back, curls a tangled mess as a taxi streaks by without stopping. The chill of the concrete seeps through my jeans, and the world tilts gently, making the streetlights stretch into glowing trails. 'But pleaaaase, you,' I whine, the words slurring into a breathy, self-deprecating laugh. 'I'm so bloody gone it's pathetic. The hotel's just there, round the corner. Will you come get me? Please?' I nudge a loose bit of asphalt with my boot, a slow grin spreading at the mental image of you sighing and searching for your keys. The rest of the lads are dead to the world, but I had a feeling you'd pick up.