A Little Bit of Love Hate

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Logan's POV

"Tonight?" I asked him, raising my brows inquisitively. "Yeah. It will be fun."' He smiled, his hand running up my thigh.

My body tensed, I have never seen this side of Harry before. Something about him was off. I lifted his hand from my leg, avoiding eye contact.

"So? What do you say?" He asked, I glanced over at him, a smirk plastered on his full lips.

I was contemplating whether or not I should go. I bit my lower lip as Harry stared at me intently.

"Please." He smiled.

I let out a deep breath, "Fine.." I muttered, returning my eyes back to the board.

"Thank you!" He exclaimed, pecking my cheek. I felt a small blush crawl along the area in which he had planted the kiss.

"Mhmm." I hummed quietly, jotting a few important notes down onto the paper.

I kept quiet the rest of that period, biting the inside of my cheek.

I had this odd feeling, as if I knew something bad was going to happen, but I shook it off for Harry's sake.

I walked down the crowded halls, my high ponytail swinging as I walked towards my locker.

My eyes widened as I saw the blonde leaning against it, his eyes directly on me.

"Hey.. Can you please just move a tad, I need to grab my stuff." I whispered as politely as I could manage.

He smiled at me, his blue eyes softening as I swung open the door and grabbed my bag.

"I'm Niall, Niall Horan." He smiled as he walked by my side, I nodded, giving him a small smile.

"You're still a bit pissed from a while ago, aren't you?" He laughed to himself.

"Yeah. I actually am." I said, walking away quickly.

"Wait," he called, grabbing my wrist.

"I-I just wanted to apologize. That was a very bad way to make a first impression."

I turned to him, faking a smile.

"It's.. Fine."

Harry had picked me up hours later, driving a few blocks to a large house.

He pulled up on the driveway, the music was audible from outside.

"C'mon." He smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me into the building.

The smell of alcohol was very distinct, the loud chatter was muted by the heavy bass.

Harry leaned in, "I'll introduce you to my friends.."

I nodded my head, following Harry through the large crowd of people.

I immediately saw Niall.

His body slumped against the couch, a sober expression on his face.

His blue eyes met mine, immediately sitting up.

"Hey Logan!" He greeted, making space for me on the white leather sofa.

I took a seat next to him, watching his every move.

I saw Zayn and Harry sipping on a bottle of beer. Harry's sudden care free attitude was appalling.

"So.. How many of these have you been to?" Niall asked over the music.

"A few." I replied.

He nodded his head, we both watched Harry and his other friends down a few more drinks.

"Aren't you going to drink anything?" I asked Niall. He shook his head, "Nah. I can't. I'm the one who's driving these wankers home." He laughed.

I smiled up at him, "Looks like I'm driving too."

After minutes of talking to Niall, I felt someone grab my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor.

I looked up, his green eyes meeting mine, the alcohol could easily be smelt from his breath.

"Harry.." I whispered, his hands trailed down to my hips, mine swaying with his in unison.

"Jack and the others want to meet you face to face." He slurred, pulling me up the stairs and into a room. The lights were dim, a few silhouettes were visible.

"You must be Logan.." Someone whispered into my ear. His cold breath sending shivers down my spine.

I felt Harry's hand slip away from mine, my body being shoved onto the bed unexpectedly. A heavy punch distributed to my face. Everything began spinning, appearing in doubles. My head pounding madly. I lost everything at that point, my mind going blank.

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