Paradox ミ★ Niall Horan [au]

☽ ONE ☾

✶ Ivy ✶

"Come on." She pouted as she continued to twirl her hair up on her finger, "You can go without me." I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed by her begging. "Oh come on." I heard the husk voice speak, my eyes fluttering into his direction "So you would rather get wasted with the pianist that looks like he abducts people on a daily basis, than to just stay at home with me?" I looked back at Claire, crossing my arms.

"Louis was the name. Louis." The boy reminded me, his lips in a thin line whilst he ran his finger over the piano keys lightly. His hair looked like a mess whilst the sweater that was over his shirt, looked neater than expected – His mum must've helped him.

"Come on, you have to experience it once, just once and if you don't like it, then never again." She nudged my side, making me jump slightly. I didn't understand what or who was currently messing with her head; maybe she forgot that we are antisocial and do not leave the house after 8pm. "How would you get past my dad?" I played with the bun on my head, trying so hard not to sound as if I had surrendered.

"Oh right." She leaned on the piano, the boy slightly shifting in his seat "I could get you out of there." He spoke up again, making both of us glare at him. "See! Perfect, just please." She grabbed my hands, as I shut my eyes; of course part of me was curious "Okay." I gave in – I mean she was literally begging me, I'm not that heartless.

"Thank you." She whispered into my ear as I pulled on the ribbon of my pointe shoes. This was a bad idea, I was so sure this was the worst idea she ever had; but yet I would never let her go by herself to a club, who knows who might kidnap that pretty face of hers.

I grabbed my bag, leaving the building to enter my dad's car as fast as possible. "Hey." I jumped in, sitting in the front seat, Claire opening the back door to also slip in. Is it weird that I am nervous? Because I am fucking nervous.

"Anything new?" He looked over his shoulder, his sunglasses covering his eyes. "Nothing. Why are you asking? I mean if there would be something to tell you I totally would. I mean I—" Claire kicked the seat, making me shut my running mouth instantly. "Did you drink coffee again?" He laughed, as I chocked one out too.

I never lie to my dad, because there is no need to. I almost never leave the house and when I do my dad knows that something is fishy.

"Do you want something to eat?" He rubbed his beard whilst I paced over to my room, it was as if he could stare through my soul, directly into my brain. "No thank you Mr. Beckett." Claire sing sung, so calm and so relaxed. "I changed my mind." I whispered as soon as the door was shut behind me, my teeth biting the inner side of my cheek. "Ivy; I am about to choke you, stop it." She warned, pointing her finger at me.

I sat on my bed, already seeing her grab a couple of things out of my closet, laying it neatly besides me.

"Get ready." Claire hurried me, pulling up the pants she – Luckily – brought herself.

I walked to my closet, pulling out black leggings, a cropped white top and a sweater, sadly I got stopped from my action by Claire, "Nope." She pointed at the sweater, replacing it with the flannel that I bought for a drama performance.

"I look like I am about to give someone a cheap blowjob." I chuckled as I took a look into the mirror, fighting to put my converse on.

Whilst Claire was busy slapping foundation on her face, I simply put some coats of mascara on my eyelashes and combed through my eyebrows.

"Where is piano boy?" I looked at the window, "Speaking of the devil ..." I saw his tongue in the corner of his mouth as he struggled to push the window up, requiring the help of Claire. "What are your windows made of? Fucking obsidian?" He jumped in, I know this isn't the right moment but where the hell did his tattoos come from? I mean, he can't just suck them in, can he?