Titanium | Niall Horan

Clubs and Empty Rooms.

Belle

My breathing was much heavier than usual and my palms were sweating. Harry's long fingers were intertwined with my shaking ones as we ran along the dark path, which led upwards. The constant running wasn't what was making me tired and nervous. It was the thought of what I was about to experience.

I glanced at Harry and found him intently staring at me. I could sense a mixture of worry and confidence in his eyes. When our eyes met he smiled, showing off his dimples which popped at the corners of his cheeks.

"Don't worry Belle." he said while huffing, still dragging me along the path with him.

"You can't spend your whole life at home." he told me with a knowing glance.

I gave out a breathy sigh. That's what everyone says. "Innocent Belle", or even "Awkward Belle".

I was used to it. I don't even blame them for calling me those names. A normal 16 year old spends their spare time partying, drinking, and making the most out of their lives. Barely any remain virgins.

And me?

I sit at home studying, cooking, and fantasizing, my face constantly stuffed into the pages of a novel. Fantasy, Romance, Sci-fi, Auto-biographies, or even a classic, I'll read it. I guess it's one of the perks of being a loner.

"You're not a loner Belle." Harry chuckled.

"Oh um..." I stuttered.

I really have to stop with this thinking out loud stuff.

Harry suddenly came to a halt, causing me to lightly crash into him. I straightened my posture and brushed my bangs away from my eyes. I felt my insides twinge in pain as I looked at what stood before me.

A club.

I gave Harry a pleading look. There is NO way that I will step inside one of those. I have read all about them.

The toxic smell of alcohol, disarrayed furniture, sweaty bodies, and the uncomfortable atmosphere. That's what clubs were like. I read about rapists who watch girls sway their bodies to the seductive music, scanning the crowd for their next victim. There was even one book were a girl was blown in the head by a husky poll dancer and died as soon as she was hit.

Harry began to tug on my hand lightly.

"Come on Belle just this once!"

Harry was always a partyer.. Some people can't even process the thought of us being related. We were and will always be complete opposites. But we still love each other.

I managed to twist my hand out of Harry's grasp. I glared at hm and he just smirked.

"Haz why the hell are you smirking?" I growled.

His mouth formed the shape of an o.

"Oooo Belle used a SWEAR word!" He said in fake awe.

I playfully slapped him on the arm and he pretended to wince.

I turned around and began to make my way away from the wretched club. My sprint was interrupted by a loud burst of laughter. I tilted my head to the side to see Harry in hysterics.

"Harry Edward Milward Styles." I warned him.

He was still laughing a bit and his hands were on his chest as he attempted to calm himself down.

I tapped my foot on the pavement un patiently.

"You don't have anyone to bring you home..and...and.." He began to laugh again.