The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 62

The music was loud, I could barely hear myself think. As I entered the club, I looked around seeing if I could find any familiar faces.

"Tonight is going to be so much fun." She said, excitedly. As she clinged Louis Arm.

"I'm sure of it." I try and sound excited as well.

We walked past the people and then, on to the dance floor, Louis had his hands on Jamie's waist as they danced, I stood there at first and thought. Maybe I should have fun, and let loose for a moment, so I started to move my body to the beat, dancing alone.

"Hey," A voice said, unfamiliar voice. A hand pulled on my wrist spinning me around. his ghost blue eyes staring at me, and I remembered him at a party he was Harry's friend. Niall. "dancing alone with a sexy dress like that is not necessary." A smile tugged on his lips forming a crooked smile. "Harry's ex?"

I gulped down, "apparently we never hated." I croak, breaking eye contact with him.

"Never?" He repeated in disbelief. "I should go smacking him behind the head, that fool." He frowns at the ground. "I'm going to go find him right now and lay down the law, because if it was me, you wouldn't be here alone dressing like this, instead you'd be with me." He clarified. All I could catch was Harry was here.

I shook my head, and then one of his hands took mine and the other lightly placed on my hip. "But while we are both here, dance with me?"

Niall's accent was so thick and masculine. He was very handsome with his dark gray shirt on, and pre-ripped jeans. We danced and laughed together. It's the first time I've laughed since I've been sick.

Niall's head looks over my shoulder at something, or should I say someone, before he breaks contact with me. And walking past me swiftly.

Wondering what happened I turned and looked the direction he walked, seeing him disappear behind people.

I was left alone again, Louis and Jamie, showing way too much P.D.A.  on the dance floor. They looked happy.

I moved my way out of the cluster of people and then signed. I felt like I could breathe again when I had room to actually move my arms. I pulled my phone out of my bra and then texted Jamie telling her that I may be at the bar when she was done dancing with Lou. Once I sent it. Someone's arm brushed against me knocking my phone out my hand.

"Fucking move." The far too familiar voice spoke. I looked at the person who moved angrily passed me, noticing his curls and boots, it was Harry. Did he know it was me, I grabbed my phone off the floor and followed him.

what was his problem.

I walked as quick as I could to catch up with the curly haired guy. Once I saw him stop I sighed.

I tapped on his shoulder, and he turned around. His eyes burning into mine.

"Baby!" He blurted, wrapping me in a hug, attempting to pick me up, but stumbling over, bumping into people. Cursing under his breathe.

"You've been drinking?" I asked him, he let go of me, his eyes playful.

"And you have been dancing with Niall?!" He said moving his hair for his face. "Why are you dancing with my friend?" He asked with a frown. "Of course you would."

His face mixed with anger and disappointment. 

"Not right here, okay?" I first a little embarrassed because I felt eyes on us.

"Right here, right now." Harry howls, pointing his finger to the ground. "This is what I wanted to avoid."

"What did you want to avoid, Harry? We never were together, and when we were it was only a few days."