Some of the kids at True Direction had decided to sneak out tonight, going to a gay bar with fake I.Ds. Graham was sitting at the bar, drinking a bottle of beer. She saw you from across the counter, you looked a bit down. But she thought you were beautiful.

She decided to make your night better by asking you to dance.

Graham approached you, a small smirk on her face. The closer she got, the more details she could make out in the dim light, only making you even more beautiful.

"Hey. Wanna dance?" She asked, one of her hands on her hip, the other holding her hand out for you to take.