I Think About You Everyday

The boys are still psyched about winning the Headliner award, so Hannah and I decided to take them out tonight. To a club, in fact.

Hannah and I stepped out of my bedroom to join the boys in the main room.
“Ready to go then, boys?” Hannah smirked as we turned to our right towards the door when arms snaked around my waist.

I felt hot breathe on my neck as this person growled in my ear, “If you’re going to dress like that, then I’m going to have my way with you tonight,” I could just feel the smirk on this person’s face. On Tom’s face.

I looked at him with a strange look. What I was wearing was nothing special. Just what I normally wear. It didn't show off much either. So why that kind of remark?

We all walked out of the hotel and to the car park to Tom’s Cadillac Escalade. Of course, I was sitting shotgun.

“Which club are we going to?” Bill asked from the back of the car. He was next to Gustav and behind them was Georg and Hannah.

“I was thinking Night Light?” Tom shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road. Silence soon filled the car.

***

We walked into the club without having to queue and Tom and I went straight to the bar, taking a seat on the high red stools.

“What can I get you both?” the bartender asked us.

“A Brothers and?” Tom turned to me.

“Just a coke,”

“Coming up,” the bartender turned away go get the drinks.

“You feeling okay?” Tom asked me. I shook my head and took a sip of the coke the bartender had placed in front of me. “Let’s go sit down then,” he took his glass of Brothers and took my hand, guiding me to our VIP table.

I took another sip of my coke before placing the glass of coke on the table and laying my head on Tom’s shoulder when I suddenly had a feeling of needing to throw up. I waited a few minutes, taking deep breathes, but the feeling wouldn’t go away.

I covered my mouth with my right hand, standing up and darting for the girls toilets, swinging a cubicle door open, kneeling down next to the toilet and letting it all out.

I felt someone pull my hair back and rub my back while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Tom. What are you doing in here?” I asked, clutching the side of the toilet.

“Making sure you’re okay of course. What’s up with you?” I shook my head.

“Hannah thinks I’m pregnant,” I whispered, tears building up in my eyes.

“You’re... pregnant?” he sounded unsure of what to say.

“No. I’m not. I’m just ill. You know how Hannah can be, right? She always over-exaggerates,” I turned my head to look at Tom over my shoulder.

“Ebony, you don’t look good. Come on, let’s go back to the hotel,” he took my hand and helped me up.

“No. You stay here. We came here for you, so you will stay here,” my stubborn side was beginning to kick in.

“Fine,” he intertwined our fingers together and we began to walk out of the toilets, getting weird looks from people passing by, “You know. If you were pregnant, I’d stick by you,” I stopped and stood in front of him, taking both his hands in mine.

“I’m not pregnant, okay?” he nodded his head and gently kissed my lips before we carried on walking to our table.

“I’m going home. I’m not feeling any good,” I looked at Hannah who was smirking at me, “so I’ll see you all tomorrow. Bye!” I turned on my heal and started walking out of the club.

TOM’S POV

“You’re not taking her home?” Bill looked at me with a disgusted face. I shook my head as I kept my eyes on Ebony’s back, watching her leave the club until I could no longer see her.

“I wanted to, but she told me to stay here. I knew I wouldn’t be able to convince her to let me take her back to the hotel and stay with her,” Bill made an O shape with his mouth and turned back to his phone.

“Freddie?” he nodded his head and began texting at a rapid speed.

“Hey Tom. Wanna’ do shots?” Georg asked from across from me.

“Sure,” we stood up, Hannah joining us.

“Just don’t get too drunk and do something stupid,” she gave me a stern look as we ordered our first shots.

“3. 2. 1. Go!” we all chugged down our first shot, letting the sharp taste burn down our necks.

“Waiter!” Georg called. We were soon passed our second shot glass, chugging it down and asking for another. And then another. And another.

After 6 shots, Hannah slurred, “I’m out,” and clumsily walked back to our table whilst Georg and I chugged yet another shot.

Another 4 more shots and Georg then left me, to be replaced by a blonde girl. She was in a tight fitted top which hugged all of her perfect curves. She wore a skirt which didn’t even reach the middle of her thy. She was wearing killer heals and she was fucking hot. Perfect.

“Hey baby,” I said to her, taking one more shot glass.

“Hey,” she smirked back. She knew who I was. Double bonus.

“Wanna’ dance?” I slurred, chugging down the last shot glass.

“Sure,” I took her hand and walked her to the middle of the dance floor, turning her so her back was against my chest. I placed my hands on hers and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her into me more. If that was even possible. And we grinded. Grinded like there was no tomorrow.

“What’s your name, sexy?” I whispered into her ear.

“Olivia,” she turned around in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck. I didn’t notice until now how soft her lips looked. Just to kiss them...

I must’ve been staring at her lips for some time because Olivia smashed our lips together into a rough kiss, her tongue already down my throat. I instantly kissed back, just as hungrily, the grip I had on her waist tightening. I bit Olivia’s lip causing her to moan and then pull away from me.

“I see you broke up with that Ebony chick,” Olivia grinned.

“Huh?” I gave her a quizzical look as my hands slowly moved their way down to her ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Yeah. Your girlfriend. Or is she your ex now?”

“Girlfriend?” I asked her.

“Ah. So you’re that drunk? Awesome,” her right hand left my neck, and with her index finger, she moved it along my baggy shirt, across my belt and to my crotch, stopping there and with her hand, she squeezed it, earning a moan from me. “Wanna’ come back to my apartment?” she squeezed tighter.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, another moan escaping my open lips. I took her hands and led her out of the pumping club, ready for a fun-filled end to nearly over evening.