The Number Game (A Harry Styles and Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Harry POV

Holy shit.

This girl has power over me.

I don't know how, but I managed to keep control of myself.

But that dress.... It showed things that were hidden before. She looks unbelievable, she was incredibly hot. She claims to not be trashy, she claims to have self respect, but how could a girl like who looks like that not be like that?

For example, look at me. I don't choose to be a whore, it comes naturally, along with my rugged good looks.

I'm definitely winning this bet tonight. Even if she IS who she claims to be, no one is better than I! And she'll be doing my laundry and dishes. I'll definitely win this number game.

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"Ready to lose, Styles?" Hannah taunted as Niall helped her out of the limo.

I didn't like the way his arm was wrapped around her, nor they way she clung to him. It looked too natural. So natural that it looked fake, it must have been. But a guy like Niall is always genuine. On the other hand, a girl with her appearance is never.

I just rolled my eyes at her comment and helped myself from the limo, closing the door behind me. We moved towards the front of the line, and the bouncer let us in without a second glance.

"Mercer," I called, signally for her to follow me. She excused herself from Niall and slowly approached the bar I leaned on. Damn, she is FIT. She put her hands on the bar and leaned close to the bartender.

"Four shots of the strongest thing you've got," she stated. The bartender was taken slightly aback but nodded. "And put it on this guys tab," she said, pointing to me. "Harry Styles."

"Four?" I asked, slightly shocked as well. I expected her to order something weak and fruity.

"Two for me, two for you," she shrugged.

The bartender poured them in front of us. I picked them up and brought them to a table where she sat. She picked up the first, and I followed. "To our inner sluttiness," she declared. I clinked my glass to hers and we shot them back.

Dear god, I don't know what I just drank but my throat is still burning and I already feel my brain tingling.

I look over at her. She just blinked a bit. So I just played it cool.

"Look," she began, "I really don't know what the hell I'm doing, and I have absolutely no experience with this kind of thing," she admitted. "I know I said I didn't want any help, that I wanted it to be fair and square but-"

"Seriously? But you're a model and you're like perfect why wouldn't you?" I asked, dumbfounded. "You shouldn't need help.

She blushed and looked down. "I don't know. But I've never came to a club looking for someone to take home."

I picked up the next glass. "Then here's to whoever we bring home." We clink, and we drink.

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"Okay, see that girl over there?"

Hannah convinced me to give her a slight idea of how to pick up a guy.

"Yes," she answered after craning her neck to see her standing at the bar, waiting for a drink.

"Just watch."

I walked towards her and as soon as she saw me, her face lit up. She's probably been waiting for a while.

"Excuse me miss, but what is a woman, as beautiful as yourself, doing standing here alone without a man?"

She blushed. "Guess I'm still looking," she shrugged, the smile spreading into a smirk.

I got closer to her and placed my hand on her hip. "Not anymore." She bit her lip. "Excuse me sir, my friend here has been waiting quite a bit, could you please get her a...?"

"Vodka and cranberry," she finished, and the bartender nodded. Before her drink came, she turned to me. "Wanna dance?"

I feigned disappointment. "I wish I could, but I have to get going. But I could call you later this week?" I asked, sounding more excited.

She nodded and pulled a pen out of her purse and scribbled on a napkin. She handed it to me, then walked away, taking the drink I bought her with her.

I picked the napkin up and brought it back to Hannah. she took it from me and read, "Shana, 555-5582. Can't wait xx." She sighed. "How DO you do it, Styles."

I sighed. "Easy. I see a lonely girl. I buy her a drink. I let my attractiveness, for lack of better words, ATTRACT her, and when she wants more, I make up an excuse giving her no choice but to give me her number."

She furrowed her eye brows together in deep thought. God, she looked so cute, all focused like that.

"Okay, then what am I supposed to do?" she asked.

"The perfect mixture of acting, and genuineness. Act lonely, be sexy. Act flirtatiously, be sexy. Act like you have previous obligations, be sexy," I suggested.

"So... should I be sexy?" she asked, and we both chuckled.

"Yes, that is key, but follow those exact steps. Act lonely and sexy, he WILL approach you. Flirt with him, get him to buy you a drink, while continuing the sexiness. At the right time, make an excuse, get his number, and skidoodle on out!" I advised. We have all of the same knowledge, so this should be fair now. She nodded, and had here game face on. "You ready?"

"Let's do this."