Material Girl (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Ten

A/n:

In the media section we can appreciate and introduce our scene stealer, and how I'll call him now on, The Devil of The Relationships: Zayn.
Enjoy....

"I swear it wasn't Judy's brother who I was giving head to!" Cried Bonnie in denial, with her laughter bubbling in the air as all of our eyes laid on her and her crazy confessions. While I choked on my dry gin half laughing and half incredulous, The boys seemed unfazed by their foul language talking about past experiences, they were most definitely used to these kind of behavior from these girls.

I forgot what it was going out with actual people and even if these weren't my friends from my whole and entire life, It was incredible how we got along so fast and easily. Jazz and Bonnie were so easy going and if I thought I was funny, I should re-consider it before watching Niall and the girls throw jabs at each other 80% of the time (the duo winning by hand).

I also learned that Jazz's family was known for their huge textile company, one of the most famous in the city and also her father was a pretty successful attorney whom back in the 80's was defending the one and only Keith Richards on a drug addiction case, he won. Needless to say the pretty blonde girl didn't check on price tags yet she seemed very humble and it wasn't her who mentioned her great roots but Niall who brought it up to the conversation.

On the other side, Bonnie had a degree in art and design but while she expected to take advantage of her title in some big opportunity in the graphic design world, she worked on her flat, the white walls of what should be her guest room did the part of a huge empty canvas and the cans of spray paint as her delicate brush.

Jazz, Bonnie, Louis and Liam were best friends from their first years on middle school where they later met the new quiet boy in the classroom who after 3 days wasn't so quiet, at the same time Niall joined the group and the four of them clicked instantly.

We spent the last hours chatting but mostly snorting in laughter with embarrassing stories we were dared to tell in the inner circle and when it was my turn I didn't step back because I had way too many embarrassing stories to share and while I was slightly under the effects of alcohol, shame vanished as easy as peeling a banana. Exactly what I hoped it'd happen.

"Okay, your turn honey, it's your moment" Jazz stroked my hand encouraging me to talk. All of their attention was on me now as I took a gulp of my drink, setting the glass roughly over the small table. I cleared my throat and straightened my dress before getting ready to speak.

"Based on a true story..."

"C'mon spit it!" All of them claimed, eager to hear my story.

"Ok here I come." I used my hands to calm them with a chuckle before I began "When I was fifteen I had this desire of learning how to burp, because until the date, I still have no idea how to burp. And one night, we were at a restaurant my brother Logan, sister Georgie, my father and I. Georgie was trying to teach me how to burp and she was good at it. Good god, she sounded like a trombone, so she was the best teacher"

They nodded intrigued, in silence expecting me to continue while I smiled at the memory.

"And well she told me to hold my breath and swallow it, I tried to eat fast and swallow the food without chewing it, I drank a can of Coke and tried and tried but it was in vain."

"Oh this sounds good" Mumbled Niall earning a pat on the side of his head from Harry, who focused on me as I spoke.

"After dinner, Georgie and I went to get a coffee for my dad and we entered the small coffee shop just to bump in there with Simon Sutherland, a pretty fit lad from my school making the line to order. He saw me arriving and waved and I thought coherent to go over and greet him, but all the flatulences were summed up in the pit of my stomach quickly going up my throat and just when I opened my mouth to speak..."