They Don't Know About Us || A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 10: Lucky

Chapter 10:

Sarah’s POV:

I groaned, irritated as I moved up to a seated position. I had literally fallen flat on my face. My forehead was throbbing, and people were snickering and pointing at me.  What an asshole. Whoever knocked me over was probably too drunk to function. Oh how I loathed people like that.  I saw a hand offered in front of me and I refused it, deciding to get up on my own.

“You know, you should really watch wher-“ I trailed off when I finally looked up to see who had bumped into me. I froze.

“Sorry about that love.” Niall Horan replied in his warm Irish accent. I could feel my heart race as we looked at each other. He was smiling, a beer in his hand, obviously enjoying the party. But he definitely wasn’t drunk, so I guess that was a positive. We were quiet for a few seconds as I scanned my brain with what to say next. Think Sarah think! Niall freaking Horan was standing in front of you. People would assume I had gotten used to the idea of One Direction because of Nicole and her secret relationship with Harry, but that obviously wasn’t the case. I was fan-girling, but I couldn’t let him see.

“Don’t be sorry. It was a great way to break the ice.” I said calmly, or at least hoped,  with a soft smile. Oh god…that was so cheesy. What was I doing. That's all I could think of?  He laughed, and a massive sense of relief overcame me.

“Very true. I’m Niall.” He said with his cheeky grin. I definitely wasn’t a girly girl. Actually far from one. But at that moment, I couldn’t help but to giggle, throwing my hair behind my shoulder.

“I’m Sarah.”

"Well, now that the ice is broken, I guess you can tell me a bit about yourself." He replied with a smirk, leaning against the wall. Oh. My. God. 

Nicole’s POV:

I had no idea who I was dancing with. All I knew was that he was getting way too close to me. His body was literally pressed up against mine. I really hope Sarah wasn’t watching. She would give me such a hard time. But I still couldn’t help but think I knew this guy… who was he? He looked so familiar. His cologne smelled nice. I couldn’t tell which brand it was… Ralph Lauren maybe? Or Lacoste? Wait no, it was definitely… that’s when I made eye contact with Harry. My mouth fell open slightly and I stopped dancing, stepping away from the sweaty guy. “Come on babe!” He yelled but I just stood there, frozen. I could see Harry walking away from me, his face full of disappointment.

“Harry, wait!” I yelled, running after him. This couldn’t be happening. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to work out. He opened the back door and I followed him into the warm summer night.

“Harry please.” I begged. He turned around, facing me. My heart almost broke into pieces when I saw his face. It was full of sadness, and I couldn’t stand the thought of him being hurt.

“You don’t understand.” I started slowly, taking a step toward him. His eyes wandered for a little bit before they met mine.

“I think I do.” He said, barely audible. I was such an awful person.

“I… I was jealous. I was jealous of Sienna, ok? I wanted to be her, at least for one night. I wanted to live the life you both do, just to get a taste of it. You don't understand what it feels like to see the person you care most about with a different girl all the time. And you know what? It sucks. I'm not perfect, Harry. I get jealous too. I just wanted to sneak in and maybe sneak a dance with you.  But most of all…” I trailed off, looking down at my feet. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

“I didn’t want anything to happen between you and Sienna.” I whispered. We were both quiet for a long time. Seconds seemed like an eternity.

“Call me an awful person. I’m jealous, manipulative, sneaky, and nosy. But one thing I’m not is a cheater. I honestly have no idea who he was. He asked me to dance, so I figured I’d be nice and say yes. He literally threw himself on me. What I’m trying to say is that Harry Styles…" I trailed off. I wasn't quite sure how he would react with what I was going to say next, but I couldn't bear to hold it in any longer.  

"I am truly madly deeply in lo-,” At that moment Harry caught me off guard. He leaned in, kissing me passionately. That definitely wasn’t the response I expected, but I wasn’t going to complain. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing myself closer as he placed one hand on my waist. He pressed his body against mine and we stood there for what seemed like ever before he finally pulled away.

“Please, don’t ever dance with another guy again. You think you were jealous of Sienna? Imagine that times ten thousand. That’s how I felt in there.” He said with a soft smile. I felt guilty, like he had forgiven me too easily. I didn’t deserve it. I was lucky to have a guy like Harry. I really was. And that was when it hit me. I don’t remember how many drinks I had prior to this, but I knew it was too many to stomach.  I think Harry knew what was going on the second he saw my face.

“Nicole… are you…. Come on.” He said, leading me back into the party. We made our way through the room and my head felt like it was about to explode. We passed dozens of people, trying to avoid Sienna at all costs.  Harry finally dragged me out into a back hallway and opened the door to a bathroom, before gently closing the door behind us. I really wished he hadn’t come in, but at that point I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I ran over to the toilet, and I couldn’t help but bring up everything I had drank that night, coughing as Harry walked up behind me, gently pulling my hair back and holding it out of my face. "It's ok." He whispered gently.

Niether of us noticed Sienna standing against the wall near the bathroom, fixing her makeup, so niether of us saw the sparkle in her eyes when she saw us walk by. I wish I had. It would have been a lot easier  than what she had planned for me in the future. Way easier.