our little secret [ N. H ]

chapter 1

Alex Branders

It was a friday night when my best friend Mia had dragged me to Harry's party. I groaned as we arrived, her hopping out with excitement, i wasn't much of a party person and she knew it. She ran over to my side of the car, opening the door. As a bunch of drunk teens filled the yard with music blasting. No doubt the cops will arrive soon to break up the party. "Can we please go back to my place, or yours?" I begged, she looped pur arms together.
"To listen to you and Niall argue? No thanks. I get enough of that at school." Which earned her a eye roll.

"Okay, well in my defense, he's the one who starts it." I replied, she chuckled at the comment.
"Just when are you two gonna admit you like eachother?"
I gagged at her statement. "I'd rather lick a school bus. Plus, you know I'm into Louis."
She grabbed my hand before I could bolt back to the car.
As we both entered the house, which wreaked of weed and drunk kids, my eyes scanned the living room area, many couples grinding against eachother, couples taking up the couches. I let out a little whine, wanting to leave.

I later just cringed at the people almost getting it on, a girl on a guys lap, his hands roaming her body, she moved down to the males neck, and right as that happend- my eyes met his bright blue ones with a smirk. I rolled my eyes as he watched. "Let's go get a drink." Mia dragged me to the kitchen, anything was better than standing there feeling awkward. Right as we made it, she walked away with a few other girls, leaving me alone with my soda.

I never drank, call me a prude I don't care. As I was left alone, I hopped on the counter, kitchen soon becoming empty. I placed the cup between my lips, before he spoke. "You enjoy the show, babe?" My eyes peeked through seeing the blonde lean his arm against the wall, every girl wanted this guy, and every guy wanted to be him.
"I did, that's why I left early." I fired back, rolling my eyes.
Niall chuckled, walking closer, taking the cup from my grasp, taking a sip. "And what is my favorite girl doing here?"

He kept the eye contact, "Your sister dragged me here."
His focus went to my lips, as I spoke. He than handed the drink back to me, retrieving it. I looked back finding the girl and back at him. "So," I began, kicking my feet. "what's her name?" He tilted his head to the side, earning a chuckle from him. "Why? You jealous?"
He got closer, leaning his hands on either side of my hips on the counter. I swallowed, a little nervous. Causing me to laugh at his question. He than whispered. Breath was hot as it fanned my neck, "Cause I was thinking of you the whole time." Right as I opened my mouth to speak, the girl pipped in. I cleared my throat, silently thanking the lord of the interruption. "Sorry, didn't mean to intrude." Her focus was on him. "Do you wanna dance?" He glanced at me.

"Yes, please take him." I answered for the blonde. She smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance floor. Every now and than I peeked over my shoulder, his gaze never left. "Are you two, like a thing?" I jumped breaking out of my trance. Looking over to see Louis.
"Oh no, I have self respect." The comment made him laugh, "It's like he tries to piss me off by hooking up with every chick he sees." I added, he got closer. "Well, he hates me.." My brows furrowed, confused. "Why don't we give him a show?" butterflies filled my stomach as he got closer.

I licked my lips, before speaking. "How?" He knew how I had felt about him, we flirted here and there so none of this was new but the next thing that he asked definitely was. "Can I kiss you?" his eyes darted at my lips, I played it cool. The consent, is so hot. I nodded. "Yeah." My answer was short and quiet but he knew. He than placed his palms gently on my cheeks before meeting my lips softly.
My hands went to his waist, gripping his shirt. As he stood between my legs. The kiss deepened a bit, bit nothing like the teens when I had walked in. "Is he watching?" I whispered. He opened his eyes and hummed a yes in the kiss. I giggled, knowing it worked. Louis slowly pulled away, his gaze met mine. "Are you busy next friday?" His hands landed on my thigh, tracing shapes. My heart skipped a beat.