Nerd With Blonde Hair (Boyxboy)

Chapter 16

*Niall*

"Louis, will you and Liam please take me out, to a club, something." I said into my phone, eating chocolate.

"Niall, you're just upset and I don't think it's a good idea." Louis said softly. I've already told him about Harry, and he's happy for me.

I on the other hand feel like half my heart is gone. I've never felt this way before. Except when my dad died. Even then it wasn't like that. Wanna know why I freaked out about Harry having cigarettes? My dad basically smoked himself to death. Literally, he died of lung cancer due to smoking. So yeah, that's why I freaked out. I couldn't.. No I can't imagine loosing someone again over smoking.

"Please Louis? I need to relieve this stress. Please." I said, putting the chocolate down.

"Let's just take him out babe." Liam said to Louis.

"Alright fine, but I still don't like the idea." Louis said, sighing.

"Okay, Dad. Pick me up in an hour." I said joking with him about how fatherly he was being. I ended the call before he could change his mind.

I heard and honk in the driveway and stood up. I grabbed my phone and wallet, looking at myself one last time. I looked good. Maybe too good. My hair was stilled into a perfect quiff, and no glasses, the glasses were too nerdy for the outfit. I settled on a white v neck and a leather jacket with black tight pants, and of course, supras. I walked outside, locking the front door and going to Louis car, sitting in the back since Liam was in the front.

"You don't look like you've been heart broken." Louis said with a chuckle.

I glared at him and crossed my arms.

"Too soon, babe." Liam said, grabbing his hand.

The drive to the club was awkward, me mostly gazing at the loving couple in front of me. I was jealous, like really jealous. Was I wrong for being that way with Harry? Of course you were dumb ass. You love him and you know you do, Niall. I don't love him. I mentally fought with my conscious. Sure, I like him. But definitely not love. Not yet. Oh shut up.

Getting out of the car, I looked at the house. House?

"Louis, this is a house, not a club." I said, looking at him.

"It's a house party, Mason Roger's to be exact." He said. Ignoring him I walked to the house, people spilling out onto the lawn and even more in the house.

Red cups shoved in my hands, I downed one but ignored the rest. I need to find someone. Get my mind off of him. What if he's here? Oh my god.

Looking around because I felt as if someone was watching me. I met grey eyes. Ryder.

A few minutes later and I was laughing with Ryder. He made me feel alive. Not as alive as Harry though. He was hot. Like really hot, I've never notice it before but damn.

"Hey where's the bathroom? I need to piss." I said, the five beers I've had have gone straight through me. Somehow I ended up drinking more then I intended but I wasn't drunk. Or at least I thought I wasn't.

"Last door on your right, I think." He said, chuckling. I nodded, walking upstairs. While talking to Ryder I thought I seen a mop of curly hair, but I told myself it wasn't Harry. Why would he be here? It's Mason. And I've heard Harry wasn't found if Mason Rogers. I sighed and stumbled up the stairs. Did Ryder say left or right? I'm pretty sure he said left, so I walked into that room.

Not a bathroom, a bedroom. Which happened to be occupied by Harry, and some girl. He was hovering over her, kissing her.

How could he do this to me? We just broke up hours ago and he's already fucking someone else.

"Niall." He said, getting off of her. This was the time I got a good look of the girl. Nicole.