"Come on, use me up until there's nothing left. Take back the night, dizzy, spinning, sweating, you can't catch your breath” – Justin Timberlake

FOUR

  August '13

The moment Sylvia had been waiting for was finally coming. For the last few days she kept promising she would have the most fun she had ever had at the event. Teen’s Choice Awards; one of the most popular awards shows in America and probably the one everyone who was invited got excited about. The reason for that was how the production was careless when it came to privacy. Teen’s Choice hosted an after party that flashed on everyone’s memories because of all the drinks, all the surprises, all the craziness, and last but not least, all of the paparazzi were not allowed to get close to the party’s area. That was definitely a big reason to celebrate and get crazy, not really worrying about what media people would say on the day after.

“Man that was crazy! How can Gaga get this insane all the time?” Niall exclaimed with big eyes, not hiding his excitement after Gaga presentation, the last one of the night and the most freakish one.

“I know the secret,” Zayn stood up and started dancing while singing, “A - P - P - L - A - U - S – E.” All of them broke out laughing while watching his sassy ass moving around. This closed off lad sometimes just broke into those moments and gave the others the most painful laughter they could ever have.

“Ok, just found the best Gaga impersonator off all time.” Louis slapped Zayn’s butt as he reared it toward his friend.

“Don’t you guys get sick of all these jokes and slaps and everything?” Simon came closer and immediately held Louis’ hands making him stop, teasing him with a daring expression.

“Never! And we know you love it, boss.” Liam followed Zayn’s movement and kissed Simon’s cheek, making a big noise with the ‘little’ peck.

“How do you guys get to have this crazy life and still manage to look great?” Sylvia made her to way to straighten Harry’s jacket. “I will steal all your clothes for my little brother.”

“Well maybe you can wait for him to grow up, and then we can take him into this lad’s gang and teach him how to look sexy.” Niall wore his sunglasses in a cocky way and gazed at her, which caused her to laugh back to him and held his chin just to take a better look at his fashion glasses.

“Do we need to have this conversation right after Harry wins this stupid fashion award?” Louis complained in a joke way about his friend.

“You’re jealous, man; you’ll never have this lovely curly hair.” Harry rubbed his hair in a sassy way and Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh. It was surreal how he could look all sexy even with all the jokes. She was sure Harry clearly knew how gorgeous he was, just like all the others.

“Are we talking about outfit or hair? I’m lost.” A sudden smile came to Zayn’s face when he met some familiar eyes only a few chairs aside. “Hey Ed!” He screamed to his friend who was just coming up to them. “Sylvia, have you already met Mr. Sheeran?” The redhead got closer and complimented all the guys, saving a special hug to the girl.

“Nah, I only know the most beautiful song of my album which was written by this ginger Mister.” She looked with a joking face and pointed her tongue to the lads right before hugging Ed.

“And how was that? I wanna listen to its master!” Ed said while holding her.

“Wait a minute, there’s an album coming out and we don’t even know about it?” All the sights moved toward Simon while they all waited to some explanations.

“Don’t be jealous, kids. It’s on post production right now, so you guys will listen at the right time. Besides, it’s not your album. Right, Sylvia?” He tried to make them forget about the topic they were discussing but all he got back was a lot of complaints.

“I don’t even know what you guys are talking about. It’s my album and I haven’t even heard it!” She looked disappointed just like all the others. As he said, it was her album, but Simon insisted to keep it secretly locked until it got the perfect shape he was expecting.

“That’s unfair,” Ed defended her right after grabbing a beer from a waiters’ tray. “Wait a minute. Don’t you guys drink? C’mon guys. That’s the best after party for us to get drunk! The will be no-”

“NO PAPARAZZI TONIGHT!” All the boys cut Ed off as they screamed in unison.

“That’s so fucking true, man!” and Zayn quickly ran to the waitress who had just left, but soon enough she was back with a tray full of drinks. “Have fun guys!”

All of them got together in big cheers right before the security came to tell them their vans were already waiting outside the venue. It was time to hit the real party!

As soon as them all got to the party, they realized how great their night would be. It was placed in an old factory that was specially redecorated as the awards theme: Spring Break. The place was crazy with a lot of music, lights, people, and of course, drinks. And people were already getting drunk as the good feeling of being free from gossips hit everyone. Sounded like the best opportunity for them to fully enjoy themselves and get drunk for their lives’ sake.

“It’s something you learn how to handle. Just take your time; I’ve been where you are.” Harry gave Sylvia some advice after she gave him a sneak peak about being on the spot lately.

“S-W-I-F-T.”  Liam looked like singing all the words just like Gaga did to provoke his friend. Surely the alcohol was already running through his veins.

“Shut the fuck up, man.” Harry held Liam’s neck with a mad face but started laughing with him.

A few of them rather stayed in the VIP area to chat. During the awards they weren’t able even to exchange a few words, so the party was a good excuse to catch up. At least they were trying, since the loud noise wasn’t working for them to have a proper chat that soon became a loud one as their voices rose up.

“Indeed, but I’ve been listening Simon a lot. I need to have fun and enjoy every little minute. It’s not the time to worry about that.” Sylvia leaned to Harry so then he would properly listen to her. He watched her words flying from her mouth in a carefree way, which made him realize she had maybe moved forward from her break up.

“It’s all about your career now.” Ed completed her sentence. “But you will soon realize how to balance life, and then all this shit gets really fun”.

“Excuse me, sir, but I think we’re here to party, right?” Louis came holding a couple beers and interrupting them. “And this is yours, lady, enjoy.” He gave one glass to Sylvia and cheered with her right before throwing his arm around her shoulders.

“C’mon guys, let’s party! Just stop with this shit conversation, you guys can barely hear each other!” Niall seemed drunk and tried to the get his friends to the dance floor.

“I’ll go if you dance with me, Irish boy!” Sylvia held Niall’s hand and in a matter of seconds they disappeared in the crowd.

The couple hit the floor and Sylvia got surprised as soon the blond lad started to move around. He held her body tightly against him and leaded the dance, letting her just follow his moves as she watched Niall involving her body temptively.

“Wow Niall, I wasn’t expecting that!” she laughed and threw her arms over his shoulders, resting her hand in his nape, while the beat invaded her soul as the boy leaded her body to dance. And he was indeed leading her to start feeling vulnerable in his arms.

“C’mon, I can show you how to get the real moves!” He said with a bad, yet funny, voice as he held her even closer and his hand found its place on her lower back. She burst into laughter and let herself enjoy the moment with him. On her mind she only had this great feeling of finally setting herself free. Yet not fully recovered from the pain, she really wanted to make through it and keep the good things she lived with Sean in her memory. It was about her career and all the fun she could have from that moment on.

She held herself closer to Niall and she suddenly felt a hand over her shoulder. She got surprised for seeing one of Christina’s dancers and Niall stepped back right after the lad introduced himself.

“Ok, I’ll not show him my magic moves, just go and enjoy your dance with that amateur.” Niall laughed by his own bad joke and kissed her cheek. “Have fun!” he whispered to her and a few steps away, he grabbed another friend to dance with him, but not before grabbing another drink in his hands.

“Take this!” Lorenzo, Christina’s dancer, offered her his drink and held onto her body tightly at the waist. If she thought Niall was a good dancer, she would never expect to be taken into that great vibe with Lorenzo, who had been the first dancer for Christina Aguilera for more than five years. He was just one of those guys for whom all the girls’ jaw would hit the floor with an ordinary look and who made all the lads in this universe jealous and powerless if he was around. Lorenzo definitely knew that, so taking advantage over the ladies was one his hobbies for sure. Even though he was gay, it was so much fun for him to see all the girls falling for him and falling even harder when realizing they’re not his thing.

“Can you please stop being all this sexy?!” she said laughing when he approached her for a dance. Despite the fact he was gay, Sylvia was one of that people who would stop walking just to watch Lorenzo passing by. He was tall and muscular; sure, he was a dancer, so his tanned body was really something to praise. His dark hair and perfectly shaped beard was the kind of perfect frame for his green eyes and tempting lips which always made Sylvia think what could ever happen if he was straight. Yes, he definitely knew how to use all his features to attract people’s attention towards him.

“I totally forgot how it was to be guided by a professional,” Sylvia stated in his ear while their bodies moved together with the beat of the music. His hand slowly traced her back and she felt a little spark in her spine, making her give him a scolding look followed by a sassy laugh.

“We need to go out more, Vee! I love dancing with you!” He answered while holding her closer to his body.

“Definitely! Oh god, I missed you!” Sylvia hugged him back and rested his face over his shoulder. She couldn’t help herself form that feeling of being watched and as soon as her eyes popped up to look around, she met those pair of eyes that stared at her when she was with Lorenzo at the bar a while ago; the same eyes that gazed her whilst dancing with Niall. Those eyes that followed her from the moment she got to the party until she hit the dance floor. A look that in that moment had some kind of boldness on it and could make her shiver a little after treating it for a while. Before even thinking about anything else, their eye contact was broken by one of the lads who dragged the boy into a conversation and out of their gaze. A relief quickly took her body as they lost it; those eyes were deeper than she thought and she wasn’t even thinking about fighting against that.

“What’s the matter?” Lorenzo turned his eyes to her as he felt her body slightly shivering over him.

“Alcohol, I need alcohol!” She quickly responded, trying to quit thinking about that gaze.

“Let’s go for it!” he held her hand and took her to the bar. Again, she felt the relief and internally thanked him for taking her to another place away from there, but not before having a look at the place he was and meeting his eyes once more.

Yet a little tipsy, Lorenzo dared her to join a drinking game with his friends. After losing two rounds in a row and drinking two shots of tequila, she quit the challenge while being named as the chicken of the game. She showed them her middle finger and left them alone, going towards the upper dance floor, which was less crowded, by herself. She could feel her body moving around with the music beat and also the alcohol easily running through her veins, which made her feel really good and free. She could enjoy that party all night long and wouldn’t care if her knees would beg for a rest the day next. She was dancing like there was no tomorrow and having a great time with her own company. Things couldn’t get better for that night.

“Feeling sexy?” A known voice whispered in her ears and she felt a hand coming around her waist, involving in a hug from her back.

“I wish!” She laughed without looking back to him. She touched his hands and laced their fingers together in a soft way. “Actually I’m feeling a little drunk.” She turned her body around and kept his hands on her back, facing his bright eyes so close like she had never done before.

“Really? C’mon I was supposed to offer you this one,” he chuckled and showed her a glass full of vodka, teasing her, as the drink got closer enough of her reach. 

She tried to get the glass from his hand but he took it away, moving his body closer to hers.

“You said you’re drunk, that should be enough.” He drank one last and big gulp and left the glass behind.

Gripping her hands, he pulled her to him, making her touch his own body. His lips softly touched her face as he traced his way to whisper in her ear. “You look bloody gorgeous tonight.”

She smiled mischievously and tried to keep her face distant from him, avoiding his gaze and thinking how dangerous the possibility of being caught by his intense eyes would be. As soon as he noticed her move, he held her waist tightly and started staring her deeper enough to make her fear his intense eyes.

“Who was that guy dancing with you?” He interrupted the silence, whispering to her but not moving his gaze from her face.

“Niall?” she  bit her own lip as a smirk came, her hand slowly drawing over his chest. She knew it wasn’t the answer he expected, but teasing him and making him more jealous sounded way more interesting.

“You know who I’m talking about.” He gave her a serious yet sassy smile and slid the tip of his tongue between his lips as he felt her hand stroking his hair gently, spreading a jolt of electricity down his spine with her touch. The corner of her mouth topped a little as she saw his reaction, not really caring about the way she was teasing him with her tongue slowly racing her own lower lip.

“Are you jealous of him?” While she spoke, he watched carefully as her tongue provocatively ran over her lips. His face literally burned internally with only the thought of her skin brushing against him and all he could do was wishing for those lips to be all over him.

In a chuckle he turned his head a little to avoid her look and any conclusion she would have about how jealous he was. Soon he realized he couldn’t keep his eyes away from her but watching her dancing that closely and intimately with somebody else lit the lust flame inside him, wishing he was the one to hold her that way for the entire night.

“What If I–,“ she cut him off by pointing her finger over his lips.

“I would rather have you close to me than him.” She forced him to gaze at her as she whispered the words close enough to touch her own finger over his lips. As soon as she broke her gaze over his features, she traced his cheek and softly touched the corner of his lips. The tingling of his warm breath brushed against her skin as the rough move from his chest over her body made her even more anxious about feeling his mouth over her.

 “I wouldn’t be satisfied with only being close to you.” They deepened their gaze on each other, causing her to get herself lost in his eyes. Those eyes that had been staring at her all night long that looked even more toxic that she could ever think.

His hand slowly, yet roughly, traced a way over her back and reached her neck; a shy moan escaped from her mouth as his fingertips fondled her skin. They couldn’t control themselves and continued staring at each other; somehow their eyes were so deep in that connection, that they didn’t really want to know what feelings were guiding them in that moment. No denial, their desire was taking all control over their bodies.

He gently grazed her skin and her warm breath of a shy moan hit his lips. He bit his lips once more and the tip of his tongue touched her bottom lip, and all she could feel was a shiver running through her spine in the desperation of not having him even closer. They felt like no one was around, only the both of them were left in that very moment.

She shot him a smirk and bit her own tongue, moving closer to his face. His lips mets hers and softly caressed them as the touch lingered, and only their eyes could tell them that wasn’t even enough. In that moment nothing could deny how desperately they wanted each other. Their lips suddenly met together in a fierce and desperate kiss like they had been expecting. She enveloped his neck with her hands and squeezed his nape whilst kissing him back with an urge that suddenly dominated her. The desire and desperation of that moment had totally taken her; she could barely think about anything else instead of tasting his lips.

A brief moan came from his mouth  when he realized her fingers tugging harder in his hair. He kissed her even deeper, pulling her body close to him in a tight embrace. Their lips suddenly got separated and they shared a sharp glance as they caught some air back in a deep breath.

Without saying anything, he pushed her off his arms and held her hand tightly as he hurried through the room. She got closer to him and involved him from his waist, brushing her hand all over his chest inside his shirt.

“Where are you taking me?” she softly whispered in his ear before tracing the burning skin from his neck with her own nose. The trembling feeling from her consistent moves, dominated him once again and he could barely think about the answer to those words. He couldn’t get rid of the shivering that overtook him every time they gazed at each other or she kissed him back like she meant it.

Not that far from that room, they reached a darker and lonely place close to the DJ area. As soon as he pinned her up against the wall, a lustful gaze washed over her whole body as she made them even closer. She bit her lower lip whilst her fingers left traces over his abs.

He tried to push her hands away from his body and moved closer to hers, pressing her between the wall and his chest. Their faces brushed against each other and he pretended to kiss her, but soon his lips were glued on her jawline leaving a path of warm kisses. His touch got fiercer as he listened to her gasping his name.

Sylvia’s body was totally dominated by his touch and she felt she was losing the grip on reality as he trailed his lips over her neck, looking for a sweet spot. The sparks that ran through her veins due to every little thing he did were unbelievable to her. No words could describe how that boy was making her feel. She couldn’t get enough of his touch, of his lips, of everything he could do to her. It had been a long time since she felt so desired. It had been a long time someone have touched her that way and made her felt that way.

He stopped kissing her neck and they saw themselves separated by only a couple inches. Words were not enough for them; they just let their lips met together for another passionate and urgent kiss. She felt her legs getting a little shaky once she realized his hand tracing from her lower thigh to her butt, putting his fingertips inside her panties, while his body asked for more space between her legs. With her breasts pressed on his chest, she tried to reach his trousers and teased him. Her fingertips invaded his fabric a little inside and held the top of it, letting her nails lightly run over his skin. He moaned a little and got separated from her lips when he realized her fingers going even lower inside his clothes.

He took a deeper breath and realized both of their chests moving in sync. They lost their gaze on each other’s eyes as their noses kept brushing as their lips begged for another kiss. Suddenly everything felt not enough for him, he would beg for his entire life to have more of her that night. To taste her properly the way she deserved and the way he wanted to.

“We should-,”

“We should get out of here,” she cut him off with a paused whisper without even thinking about what was said.