Brielle's P.O.V.

I stood in my room, staring at my diary. Resist the urge, I told myself, then laughed. That sounded so wrong. God, I have a wrong mind for a twenty year old. I'm supposed to be mature, supposed being the key word here.

All of a sudden the doorbell rang. I flew down the stairs and just managed to reach the bottom when the door opened.

"Hi, Mrs. Williams, is Brielle home?" a cheerful voice asked. Addie. Shit.

"Yes, who are you?" my mom asked.

"I'm Addie, Brielle's friend," Addie replied, still as cheerful as ever.

"Brielle has a friend?"My mom asked incredulously.

I decided to make my entrance. "Hey Addie," I said.

"Hi Bri. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go clubbing tonight," Addie said.

"Yeah sure," I said without thinking. Anything to get me away from my diary.

"I don't know if that's su-"my mom began.

"Mom, no offence, but I'm not a fifteen year old anymore. I'm twenty. I'm legal. I can go where ever I want," I said.

My mom looked pained, but she just walked away.

"That was a bit harsh," Addie said, watching my mom walk into the kitchen.

"Well," I said, watching her too. "She still thinks I'm a murderer, so I'm not that fussed, to be honest."

Addie shrugged. "So do you have anything to wear?"

"Nope," I said. "I'm not that huge on drinking."

"So why did you want to come?" Addie asked, looking confused.

"Well, I'm going mad stuck up in here, and I want something else to do besides sing and cry," I said. "So do you have anything I could borrow?"

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Fifteen minutes later, I stood in Addie's room, staring at my reflection. This was a dress borrowed from her sister, as Addie was a couple sizes bigger than me. This black dress was a bit small, and it only came down a couple inches below my butt. It was tight, so it showed off all of my curves. I had dramatic make-up, and some red heels. I looked hot.

Addie walked in and whistled. "Someone's gonna get laid tonight!" she said.

"Shut up," I said, tugging the dress down.

"Hon, just saying, you are going to either get laid or raped, cause some man's gonna want to get some of that," Addie said.

"That's it," I said. "I'm staying home."

"No!" Addie said, blocking the door. "You are coming to the club with me. Accept it!"

I sighed and took in Addie's appearance. She was wearing a tight red dress that barely covered her butt, and some matching heels. She had on jewelry, and her hair was done.

"I'm gonna get laid? What about you?" I said.

Addie grinned. "Why are we checking each other when we have men at the club to do that for us? Let's go!"

Within ten minutes, we had walked to the club as it wasn't far from Addie's house. We flashed our ID's and walked in. Though it was barely nine, the place was packed at it was shaking cause the music was so loud. We weaved our way to the bar, where Addie handed me a beer.

"To sexy girls!" she shouted.

We drank and after a while, we drained our beers. I was done with one. I didn't drink much, and I was already getting tipsy. I stayed with Addie as she got wasted.

"Come on Bri!" she giggled, spilling half her drink on herself. "It's Friday night! Have some fun!"

I rolled my eyes and looked at the bartender. "Water, please."

The guy slid the glass to me. I drank it in one gulp. This place was hot, and I could see guys starting to notice me and Addie. The water tasted weird, but I was thirsty, so I got another one. After two more, I started to feel like I was floating on air.

"Let's dance!" Addie said and dragged me onto the dance floor.

We danced like maniacs for a while, and then Addie noticed a cute guy standing at the bar alone. "Imma go get me a man," she said, and walked away, weaving slightly.

I was left alone, but I didn't care. I started dancing by myself and soon I felt hands on my waist. I started grinding into the guy and he was on me. This was turning out to be one of the best nights ever. Scream by Usher came on.

"I'm thinkin bout what I could do to your body," the guy whispered seductively.

I just thought he was drunk so I kept dancing. His hands crept lower, so they were almost on my butt. I kept dancing, but now the alcohol was wearing off. "I'm getting drunk on the thought of you naked," the guy whispered in my ear.

He started kissing my neck and his hand crept under my dress. I pulled back and turned around. The guy had to be in his late twenties. He grinned at me. "Come on babe, let's go somewhere," he said.

"Don't call me that," I said and tried to get away.

"Come on babe, let me buy you a drink," he said.

I slumped my shoulders and looked for Addie. I found her dancing with the same guy she saw earlier, looking ecstatic. Well, since I wasn't hanging out with her...

"All right," I said.

The guy grinned and pulled me to the bar. "Coke please," I shouted.

The guy slid me a Coke. "My name's Adam," he said.

"Brielle," I said.

I sipped my drink and soon, I had downed it. Dancing had made me thirsty.

"Thirsty for what?" Adam said.

I hadn't realized I said that out loud.

"Let's go somewhere," Adam said, and he tugged me towards the bathroom.

Sometime clicked in my head. "No," I protested, digging my heels in.

"Come on Brielle," he said, annoyed.

" I said no, Adam," I said, pulling my hand out of his grip.

"C'mon babe, you're drunk," he suddenly whispered, tugging me closer. His lips were almost in contact with mine.

"You spiked my drink!" I said, shocked.

"So what if I did?" Adam grinned.

"No!" I said.

I managed to get out of his grip and ran. As soon as I got in sight of the bar, I slowed down. As I walked, guys slapped my arse. Every time this happened, I tensed up. I finally spotted Addie. When I fought through the crowd to reach her, she was still dancing with that guy, wildly, I might add. He looked normal, though.

"Addie, I'm going home!" I shouted.

"Okay!" she giggled, throwing her hands in the air. "This is my friend, Cameron."

Cameron nodded at me. "I'll get her home safe," he promised. He wasn't drunk. I believed him.

"Okay," I said and turned around. When I was almost out the door, a guy didn't just slap, he grabbed my arse.

I stopped dead and turned around. When he saw me, he grinned drunkenly. I grabbed his drink and threw it in his face. He blinked and I grabbed my chance. I ducked out the door, and that's when I realized it was raining.

"Crap," I breathed, staring around.

I was totally lost. I just picked the direction we came from. I got about ten steps from the club before I was soaked. I could feel my makeup running down my face. That was some cold rain. I started running, and I only got colder. Just then, my heel broke.

"Crap!" I swore loudly. I took off my heels and continued running, heels in hand, gravel in my feet.

Soon, I found Addie's flat. Now I knew where to go. I started walking, and soon the bridge came into view. I almost got there when I realized that I had no way to get in my house, and my phone was at Addie's. I had planned on sleeping over.

I looked around and picked a house that was closest to the bridge. I dashed to the door and rang the doorbell repeatedly. I kept ringing until the door opened, standing there barefoot, and shivering.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could use your phone," I said, looking up at the person. With a jolt, I recognized them.

He was in a T-shirt and sweatpants, and his blond hair was tousled, like he'd been sleeping. His bright blue eyes, dull with tiredness, opened wide. "Brielle?" his Irish accent was thicker since he'd probably just woken up.

Niall. Crap.

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Yay! I updated!!!!! What do ya think? Their first meeting after Brielle rejected Niall! And Brielle is soaking wet, and still kinda/not really drunk. What would you do? KIss him? I know I'd probably run away going crap, crap, crap I look like a freaking wierdo!!!! Comment what you think and what you'd do!!!!!!!!