A/N: Hey guys! So I read Dark as my friend encouraged me coz shes a harry girl, anyway im a niall girl so I decided to write one a bit like it. Im actually a really bad writer so go easy on me this is my first fanfic!! I hope you enjoy it! so there are some things you need to understand first of I will probably refer to you all as 'Honey bunch of oats' or stuff like that. Second, I'll probably talk a load of crap in these a/n's! And last you can tell me anything! trust me I've probably been through whatever your going through so message me! Enjoy the story comment and vote :)
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‘When can we go? My feet ache and we’ve been here for hours! Can’t we go to some other club its getting boring here?!’ Erin whined but only because the guy she’d been talking to, had just left. ‘No way! It’s just getting started up here!’ Caitlin yelled above the pounding music. Ciara shook her head and rolled her eyes and dragged them both onto the dance floor, they called me over but I said I wanted to finish my drink first. Charlotte and Chloe were away in America and Becca had decided to go on a long vacation with her boyfriend so I was with my other wonderful friends at some crappy nightclub where every guy ogles you every time you bend over.
I sipped my drink and peered over the rim to find an auburn haired boy approaching. He was gorgeous, beautiful big eyes and a tall muscular frame. He flashed a brilliant smile but a worried look then formed in his eyes as he got nearer and he backed off. I gave a confused look but my questions as to why he walked away were answered when my wrist was grabbed and I was yanked up. ‘Well aren’t you a beauty.’ A raspy voice spoke. I looked up to find a tall muscular body towering above me. He had blonde hair with brown roots which was styled in a quiff and the most beautiful eyes which were a glorious shade of blue. I stared into them and as I did I realised why my beautiful boy had backed off. He was extremely intimidating. A low chuckle escaped his lips ‘What are you looking at gorgeous?’ He had an accent; a thick Irish accent that made me weak at the knees. ‘I…um…I was…I was just-‘he cut me off pressing a long finger to my lips. ’Dance with me’ He whispered in my ear and dragged my onto the dance floor, my cup fell to the floor; the liquid content spilling out everywhere.
All on the dance floor there were girls ogling the perfect blonde angel who held my hand a little too tight. I didn’t blame them though he was truly amazing I just didn’t like the vibe he gave off. It seemed like he owned me, I didn’t like the thought of that and broke away from his hold but he grabbed me back and pulled me into him.
‘What’s your name?’ He asked. ‘Lydia.’ I answered in a low meek voice; I could tell he knew I was uncomfortable with him. He spun me round and pulled me closer so there was no space between us. ‘That’s almost as beautiful as your face; but not nearly as beautiful as your ass!!’ He yelled staring at my backside, enjoying the view he reached a hand out to touch my bum, obviously not expecting the reaction I gave. I raised my left hand up to his face and hit it hard. I heard the smack of my hand against his cheek and before I could analyse anything I was yelling at him,’who the hell do you think you are?! I’m not a perv booth you can’t just ask me to dance and then grab my ass! You complete and utter scum bag!’, he was smiling while he watched me blow up at him.‘I like you even more when you’re angry.’ he winked and then pulled me in again and swayed to the music. I was scared. Scared of what he was like! He could be a pedo for Christ sake and here I was dancing with him. ‘Lydia, how old are you?’ He asked interrupting my thoughts. ‘I’m 17. You?’ I was curious about him though I didn’t even know his name or anything about him apart from that he was a pervert and GORGEOUS. He answered my question with another question, ‘Can I have your number?’ he stared at me waiting for an answer. I struggled to speak, I didn’t have many encounters like this, ‘Erm…well I um…I don’t-‘ he cut me off again and reached to the side of my hips looking for my pocket in my tight black shorts, he dug into the tiny pocket and brought out my phone. He began tapping and then handed my phone back to me. ‘Now you got my number.’ I heard a phone begin to buzz and he reached into his back pocket and brought out his phone. ‘And I got yours’ he’d texted himself off my phone. He showed me the text, it said ‘Hey there sexy how bout we get outta here and have some fun ;)’ I looked at him utterly dumbfounded but he just chuckled and parted his perfect lips saying ‘so how ‘bout it?’ he was interested in me but I wasn’t just going to leave with some guy I met at a crappy club! I might be freewheeling but I’ve got ethics! ‘No.’ I answered, a confused look appeared on his angelic face. ‘No? What do you mean no?!’ he clearly wasn’t used to being turned down he did seem like the type of guy girls swooned over constantly but I wasn’t one of them, he was too…dangerous for me. ‘I mean…’ I began but paused when I saw the look in his eyes but I carried on any way, ‘I mean that I don’t want to! I don’t have to come with you! You can’t make me!’ I yelled at him once again, God he was frustrating. ‘No but I can try.’ He winked as he contradicted my statement. I turned to get away from him and this time he didn’t stop me. ‘I’ll call you then!!’ he yelled after me but I just carried on forcing my legs to speed up.
I found Ciara and told her I wasn’t feeling too good and that I was going home. ‘Awww are you ok? Well if you’re going then the parties no fun! C’mon you two let’s go!’ she yelled over to Erin and Caitlin. ‘Finally!’ Erin triumphed; ‘I thought we’d never leave’. We laughed and talked and all waited outside for the taxi. Erin was out first then Caitlin then Ciara then me I paid him with our shared fare and treaded up my garden path.
I turned before opening the front door, I noticed a large black land rover parked across the road which wasn’t normally there just then my phone buzzed, one new message from ‘SEXY Niall’ oh! So that was his name! Niall. I liked that.The message read ‘Hey beautiful ;) when can I see you again? Xx’ I pushed open the door reading the message. I liked the way he called me beautiful. I don’t know why. I texted back ‘Never. :/’ I walked into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. My parents were on holiday in Spain for a month and I’d decided not to go this time. I was all alone with the dog, George, the cat, Clover and one large tank of tropical fish. I drew back the curtains a little and the land rover was still there. I pulled them back on and went to make a cup of tea. My phone buzzed again, it was Niall, ‘Well I can see you right now ;)’ I began to panic. Was he in my house? Upstairs perhaps or even behind me! I began frantically running around searching every corner for him and then I ran up the stairs forcing all the doors wide open and looking in every space and gap. He was nowhere to be seen. Of course! He meant it metaphorically, as in he could see me in his mind. Oh God! How stupid of me, freaking out like that.
I went down and got my cup of tea. I went upstairs to go to bed and George and Clover followed me and went into my room. Clover lay on my dressing table on top of one of my jumpers that I’d been wearing before I went out and George curled up at the bottom of my bed. I slipped off my shorts and my top and put them in the wash. I then searched in my draws and produced a long top and some checked shorts for bed and put them on. I then looked out the window and the land rover was still there, next door probably just had family staying over so I slipped into bed and switched off the light. Slowly, I fell into a deep sleep. In my dreams there was blonde angel with beautiful blue eyes.
