Coming to this party was a mistake. I knew that from the moment we stepped out of the black SUV that had driven us to Simon Cowell's house. The house was white. Everywhere. The only thing that was a color was the expertly manicured lawn. Spot lights were parked all over the place, letting every Paparazzo in a 300 mile radius know exactly where the house was.
The house was already bursting at the seams with people. Music seemed to be blaring out of every open window.
The moment Niall and I entered the house, a leggy blonde model dressed entirely in white with her hair slicked back into a tight pony tail, offered us glasses of champagne. I looked over at Niall. We weren't old enough to drink yet, surely she knew that.
He shrugged and reached up to grab a glass. I waited for her to ask him for his ID, but she only shifted her blank look to me. Niall gulped his entire glass down in one drink and grabbed another glass.
I swallowed hard and took a glass, throwing my head back as I gulped the entire glass. Niall was laughing softly when I brought my head back up. He reached over and took another glass and handed it to me.
The model walked away, leaving us to our glasses. I turned to Niall,
"Um....do you know any of these people?"
He shook his head,
"Nope. Great party tho, huh?"
I nodded gently before looking down at my simple black party dress and clearing my throat. My mother had bought this dress for me for my sweet sixteen. And you could tell. In the midst of every six foot tall blonde in the Victoria's Secret catalog, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
Niall's eyes lit up when he saw the other boys approaching him. As per usual, their greeting included jumping on him like monkeys, punching him in the gut and trying to slap him in the balls.
Boys.
"Can you believe this party?" Liam piped up, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
I'd always liked Liam. Niall had dragged me to Harry's dad's house with them the first time they'd sang together. And while the other boys seemed nice, Liam had gone over and above to make me feel not so left out in a house full of boys. He was the type of kid who, I could tell, had been bullied in school so he knew what it felt like to feel like no one cared. Every time he saw me, he greeted me with the same friendly smile and tight hug. Which is what I received after his question.
Niall shook his head,
"T'is all for us den? Unbelievable."
Louis gestured up to the second floor with both hands, one holding a champagne glass and the other holding a beer can. It made sense, since Louis was the only one old enough to actually drink,
"All for us, boys....all for us." He took his hands back, seeming to only have realized that I was standing there just then. He leaned towards me and kissed my cheek, "Glad ya could make it, Love."
I returned the kiss and smiled at him.
The first time I met Louis I quickly realized his size was not a reason one should underestimate him. He was loud and fiery. If Louis thought something, nine times out of ten, he said it. I watched him lose his shit on one of the X-Factor producers when he felt the lights on the stage didn't match the music they were singing. He was brash and unapologetic and I for one, loved it. I always knew where I stood with Louis.
I tried to ignore him. But when my eyes fell on Harry staring into his champagne glass like he was searching for the meaning of life I had to ask,
