Antagonist

13

Next day.

Eight in evening.

Niall and my date.

He's has told me to dress like we're going to party.

So I'm wearing a purple dress, and black Sandall, and I'm always used to being with my purse, it's black average, so it suits with every colour of dress.

So we're going to club, I guess.

"Hey sweetheart" he says as I walk towards his car, he greets me with hug.

Niall is wearing blue jacket and white tshirt, and black jeans.

I've came till here with my car, because I didn't want my dad to see, his car is black and roofless.

"Hi" I utter and he opens door for me.

"Such a gentleman" I raise my brows and Sit in car, he closes the door after me.

He sits next to me on drivers seat.

"Well, what in your head is going on?" I ask.

"Well...don't think that I want any kind of relation, I'm already warning you" he starts driving.

"Awh, you think I want you to be my boyfriend?" I ask with a pityful smile.

"Well we're both going to hang out" he smiles.

"Why do you wanna hang out with me?" I ask.

"Because...you're fun" he shrugs his sholders.

"Oh, So you haven't answer yet, where are we gonna go?" I ask.

"Club" he winks.

And now we're here, in this club, sitting next to each other on stool niall is having his shots.

Niall didn't ask me for drink, because he knows that I'm not gonna drink at any case.

"You wanted a company, that's why I'm here" I raise my brows. He chuckles.

A girl in maroon dress walks over niall, she places her hand on niall's shoulders and whispers something in his ear.

"Can you wait some minutes?" Niall asks to me.

"Why am I here" I ask.

"You're here, we'll go for dinner after this okay?" He speaks and kisses the side of my head and walks with that girl in crowd disappears from my sight.

His kiss reminded me of sinan. I'll never come with him to any club again. How could you leave a girl in any club?

Oh! his need, that he could only fulfill with any girl, but of course not me.

I could tell his intention isn't anything wrong.

He hadn't seen me like that.

It would be weird.

"Three vodka" a guy speaks and sits next to me on Niall's seat.

Orange jacket, black tshirt, black jeans.

He looks at me and smiles, smile looks genuine.

I...I should just leave, I guess, because even smile is friendly, or cute, it doesn't means that his brain is innocent.

This isn't any birthday party, this is a club.

"You aren't drinking?" He asks me.

I slightly shake my head.

The bartender keeps three shots at the front of this lad, this lad holds a glass for me to hold.

I knit my brows.