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the frat party - niall

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The Frat Party

You never thought you’d be the type of person to go to a frat party. But there you were, standing at the entrance of Sigma Chi, trying to muster the courage to walk in. Your roommate had practically dragged you here, claiming that “everyone’s going, and Niall Horan’s throwing it—don’t you want to see him up close?”

Niall Horan. The bad boy everyone on campus whispered about. He had a reputation for partying hard, being a little reckless, and breaking hearts along the way. But there was something about his smirk and that mischievous glint in his eyes that made it impossible for you to ignore him.

You weren’t like him—loud, outgoing, the life of the party. You were quiet, shy, and kept to yourself. But tonight… tonight you wanted to step out of your comfort zone.

As you walked into the crowded house, the music hit you like a wave. Bodies swayed and danced under the flashing lights, and the smell of alcohol hung thick in the air. You stayed near the wall, clutching your cup, watching as everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing.

Then, you saw him.

Niall. He was leaning against the staircase, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, looking effortlessly cool in a leather jacket and dark jeans. His eyes scanned the crowd lazily, but when they landed on you, they locked in.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. He was looking directly at you, and in that moment, you felt like the whole world had stopped.

Before you could look away, Niall pushed off the wall and started walking toward you. Your throat went dry, your palms suddenly clammy.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with a hint of mischief.

You barely managed a nervous smile, shaking your head. “Yeah, me neither.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “You don’t look like you’re having much fun, though. You sure you’re in the right place?” His gaze traveled over you, taking in your modest outfit and the way you were holding yourself back from the chaos around you.

“I… I’m just not used to places like this,” you admitted quietly, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a strange flutter through your chest. “I can tell. But hey, you should have some fun. There’s no judgment here.”

Before you could respond, Niall grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, leading you deeper into the house. You felt a little lost in the crowd, but he stayed close, guiding you through the mass of people.

“I know it’s a lot,” he said, his voice softer now, as if sensing your discomfort. “But I’m here. You won’t get lost.”

You nodded, but your heart raced. The fact that he was even talking to you felt surreal. Niall Horan—reckless, wild Niall Horan—was walking you through his chaotic frat party like you were someone special.

You reached the kitchen, where he poured you a drink, then leaned against the counter casually. “You know,” he started, “I like seeing you nervous. Most people don’t get this way around me.”

You could feel the heat in your face intensifying, but you smiled shyly. “I’m not most people.”

He chuckled, eyes flicking to your lips for just a moment. “That’s true.” He took a long sip from his cup, then leaned in just a little closer. “You’re different. And I like it.”

Before you could reply, a loud cheer erupted from the living room. Niall’s friends were egging him on for a round of beer pong, and he looked back at you, that cocky grin of his returning.

“You wanna watch me dominate them?” he asked, clearly amused by the challenge.

You nodded, a little more at ease with his presence now. “Sure.”

He placed a hand on your lower back as he guided you to the game, and your heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t a move most guys would make, especially not a bad boy like Niall. But somehow, with him, it felt… right.

As the game went on, Niall’s playful side emerged. He teased his friends, made jokes, and somehow managed to win the game with one hand tied behind his back. The crowd around him cheered, but he turned to you, looking for your approval.

“You’re good,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He leaned in just a bit closer, his voice dropping an octave. “I know,” he said with a wink. “But you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little more comfortable in your own skin, even in the middle of a rowdy frat party. Maybe Niall Horan wasn’t as bad as the rumors said—maybe he just liked to have fun. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to like the idea of being around him a little more.

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