Getting Through The Dark (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Loud Music and Vodka

Niall.

There he stood in front of me, looking edible. He was wearing light, ripped, skinny jeans. A white v-neck, his tattoos visible. A green camo hoodie/jacket, and white supra's. He had a Chicago Bulls snap back on.

I couldn't help but admire his smile. His braces where off, and he smiled huge as I was sitting there at a loss for words.

A smile crept onto my own face, as I noticed that he realized that I just got done checking him out.

"Like what you see, darling?"

"Indeed I do. Are you here for Megan?"

"Actually, I ran into someone. I asked them where you were crashing at, and they gave me this address. I was going to see if you wanted to go out tonight?"

"Well, lucky for you. I was just on my way to the club with my friend. You're free to join, the cab should be here any minute."

He just laughed, shaking his head.

"There's no need for that, Princess. My car is just outside. Call and cancel the ride."

"Okay. MEGAN! TIME TO GO."

"OKAYYYYYYYY I'M COMING, DAMN GIRL."

I laughed at her choice of words. She usually wasn't the one to curse at all, even if it meant the word, damn.

She walked around the corner that the stair case was connected to. I couldn't help but admire how she looked. Even though we were going to a party, she was wearing black skinny jeans, black heals, and a black vneck t-shirt that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair was straight down her back, and she had on red lipstick, also. Her eyeliner was very dark on top with a smokey eye around the eyeliner. Her eyelashes were extremely long, she was wearing false eyelashes I guess.

I turned to face Niall, and his jaw was literally almost to the floor and I could have sworn that I seen some drool coming from the side of his mouth.

For some reason, a pang of jealousy shot into my chest. Why? I have no idea, but I didn't like. it.

"Niall, this is Megan. Megan, Niall."

I stepped back and let them do whatever.

"N-Nice to meet you, Megan."

"You too"

She blushed.. She blushed.

Don't.

"Okay, let's go guys." I tried to pull them out of the door. Luckily, I dragged Megan to his car. Not too bad. Black 1967 Shelby Mustang gt500.

I sat in the front seat, making Megan take the back.

What? He came for me. Not her.

Niall slid into the drivers seat, and put the keys in the ignition. The car roared to life, and we left the flat just like that.

"So, we're going to a frat house party, if you don't mind. There's a lot of kids around our age there. The bars here are shit." Niall said, his hands griping on the steering wheel.

"Okay..." I trailed off. Not sure how to react. There would probably be countless people there, people that I've probably slept with. I don't want to see them again. Definitely not tonight.

I was just starting to get over the fact that my shag number had went up, plummeted, really. 

I shook the thought, noticing that we were already there.

The house was huge. 

It was a cream color. The door was an oak color, the were white columns surrounding the porch. The windows were colored a mint green and the words hovering over the door were cream, just like the house. It was about three stories tall, and the most part of the house was made of glass.