After // ziall

Chapter 15

I change out of my pajamas and put on a new pair of jeans that I haven't worn yet. They are a little tighter than my usual pants but I need to do laundry so I do not have a choice but to wear them. My shirt is a simple black button up, sleeveless shirt.

"Wow, I actuallyy like your outfit a lot," Steph tells me. I assume it is a compliment despite the surprise in her voice that she would actually like something I am wearing. I smile and she tries to offer me eyeline again.

"Not this time," I tell her, remembering what happened last time. Why did I actually agree to go back there again?

"Molly is picking us up instead of Louis, she just texted so she will be here any minute."

"I don't think she likes me." I know she doesn't.

"She does, she is just too honest sometimes and I think she is intimated by you."

"By me? Why on earth would she be intimated by me?"  I laugh, I am the one intimidated by her.

"I think just because you're so different from us." She says and smiles. I kow I am different from them but to me they are the 'different' ones. "Don't worry about her, she will be occupied tonight." She laughs.

"By Zayn?" I ask before I can stop myself. I can't help but notice the way she is looking at me with her eyebrow raised.

"No, by Harry probably. She changes guys every week." That's a harsh thing to say about her friend but she just smiles.

"She isn't dating Zayn?" The image of them making out on the bed comes into my mind.

"No way, Zayn doesn't date. He just messes around with a lot of people but he doesn't date anyone. Ever."

"Oh," is all I manage to say. She gives me a strange smile and grabs her purse.

"Lets go," she grabs my arm and pulls me outside.

The party is tonight is the same as last week, tons of people, drunk people everywhere. Why didn't I just stay in and stare at my ceiling? Molly disappears as soon as we arrive and I end up getting a spot on the couch and staying there for at least an hour before Zayn walks by.

"You look.. different." He says as I stand up. His eyes rake down my body and back up. he doesn't even try to be sublte about it. I stay silent and his eyes meet mine. "Your clothes actually fit you tonight," he laughs. I roll my eyes and adjust my shirt, suddenly wishing I was wearing my normal loose clothing. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"Yea... I am surprised that I ended up here again." I say and walk away from him. He doesn't follow, but for some reason I find myself wishing he would have.

A few hours later, Steph is drunk again, well everyone is drunk again. "Lets play truth or date," Harry slurs and their small group of tattooed friends gather around the couch. Molly passes a bottle of clear alcohol to Louis and he takes a swig. Zayn's hand covers his entire red cup as he takes a sip.

They all agree to play a drunken game of truth or date which couldn't possibly end well. Another punk looking girl joins the game, making it Zayn, Harry, Louis, Louis's roommate Tristan, Molly, Steph and the new girl. "You should play Niall," Molly says with a wicked smile.

"No, I'd rather not." I tell her and look away.

"Like he would actually play, he would have to stop being a prude for five minutes." Zayn tells them and they all laugh except Steph. His words anger me, I am not a prude. Yea, I will admit I am not by any means wild, but I am no prude. I glare at Zayn and sit down cross legged in their little circle, between Louis and the new girl. Zayn laughs and whispers something to Harry before they start.

The first few truths and dares include Harry being dared to chug an entire beer can, Molly being dared to flash the group her bra (which she did) and finding out that Steph has her nipples pierced.

"Truth of dare Niall James?" Louis asks and I gulp.

"Truth?" I squeak. Zayn laughs and mutters 'of course' I ignore him and Louis rubs his hands together.

"Are you a virgin?" Louis asks and I choke on my own breath. No one seems fazed by the intrusive question besides me. I feel the heat in my cheeks and the humor in everyone's faces.

"Well?" Harry says. Despite how much I want to run away and hide, I just nod. Of course I am a virgin, the furthest Noah and I have gone sexually is making out and him touching my bottom, through my jeans of course.

No one seems surprised by my answer, just intrigued. "So you have been dating Noah for two years and you haven't had sex?" Steph asks and I shift uncomfortably. I just shake my head.

"Zayn's turn," I say, hoping to take the attention off myself.