For the Chick who Accomplished Finding my Wattpad Account.

An imagine for a friend who had so many troubles finding my Wattpad. Here you go. xD

Louis and Tianna.

And um... Lets just say that you're like 18 in this one-shot. xD

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"Hey, babe. You ready for the party tonight?" Louis high pitched voice echoed throughout my ears.

"Almost! Just let me get ready... " I applied light make-up. The party was for Harry. Finally turning 19, he's having a big birthday bash at this bar. I heard that Caroline and Cara were going. Surely, Harry wouldn't choose them over Maddie.

I also heard that Eleanor was coming. Hopefully, Louis was over her.

My teal cocktail dress ended mid-thigh, and my three inch black stilettos made me about 5'1". Not even close to Louis' height.

Louis waited at the front door of the flat, smiling like he won the big prize. His smile grew wider when he saw me.

"Hey, Tianna. You ready now?" He chuckled.

"Obviously." I replied. He linked my arm with his, and like a gentleman, opened all the doors for me.

• • •

We arrived at Harry's party. It was honestly packed. Paparazzi in the club trying to catch our embarrassing moments and people we hardly knew were there.

"Lou! Tianna!" Harry exclaimed. He hugged both of us. I handed him his present from the both of us.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" I exclaimed as I gave him the present.

"Thanks! C'mon! Have fun!" Harry grabbed our hands and lead us to his table.

It was all of our closest friends, including Eleanor.

I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling about this.

• • •

And I was right. Louis was sat next to Eleanor. And no doubt, he wasn't over her yet. And she wasn't over him either.

I decided not to gloom on this and sat at the bar.

"Hello, gorgeous!" The bartender started to flirt with me.

Typical bartender. But... I really didn't care anymore. Louis still liked Eleanor and vice versa. I can't stop that!

"Hey." I lamely greeted him. Really, Tianna? Is that the best way to greet someone?

I mentally face-palmed myself.

"So... You're friends with Harry Styles, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Sighing was my only option wasn't it? I can't even save Louis from leaving me and it's like he doesn't know me anymore.

"Hey, are you crying?!" The bartender exclaimed.

"No. I'm not crying... I'm just sweating through my eyes."

Aw fuck. I made someone worried. Way to go...

"Well, whoever made you cry better be sorry."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're defending me and you don't even know my first name."

"Yeah... You're right, I guess. I'm Ryder. And you are?"

"Tianna."

"Just elegant." He winked. "Anyways... Do you want a drink?"

"Oh no... I don't drink. But... If you have any 7-Up and grenadine, you can make me a Shirley Temple?"

He laughed. "Of course. I'll be right back."