The Street Fighter. (Harry S. Fanfiction)

Chapter 3.

A/N

This chapter is dedicated to Franlouisesales, thankyou for your feed back last chapter!! Xx

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Riley's P.O.V

I followed Louis and the girls out into the parking lot. I looked up at the dark starless sky then down at the black watch wrapped around my wrist, It was 11.

"Uh, I think I may just head home, guys." I said turning to the group.

Louis's head snapped up, "What? No! You have to come and party Riley!"

I laughed, "It's already eleven, Louis."

He rolled his eyes, "You are literally a ninety year old woman."

It was my turn to laugh now, "Shut up!" I giggled.

He smiled, "Please just come! One drink!"

I have only known this guy for a few hours, but he seems nice enough, plus all my other friends seem quite taken with his charming attitude, and I must admit, so am I.

"Fine. One drink." I sigh, reflecting the smile he has on his face.

"Great! You can ride with me!" He grins, throwing an arm around my shoulders. I'm tempted to shrug him off, but that would be really rude and I'm sure his gesture is meant in a friendly way.

"Awesome." I confirm, walking with him towards his beautiful red Ferrari.

A couple of the girls trailed behind us and slid into the backseat of his car while Louis opened the passenger door for me.

"Thanks." I smiled, slipping in.

He shut it and jogged over to the driver's side and slid in.

"Your car is amazing!" I gush, admiring the black leather seats and flashy, bright, neon buttons that were scattered along his dashboard.

"Thanks, Are you a car person?" He asked as we pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the road.

I couldn't help but laugh. Me? A car person? Ha! "No," I giggled, "I just think yours is pretty."

"Well thanks!" He laughed, "I think you're pretty."

I could feel my cheeks burn as I bit down on my bottom lip.

Did he actually just say that? By the way my friends are giggling in the backseat confirms that he did.

"Thanks." I smile.

"So how old are you Riley? You look young, but I could be mistaken." Louis asked while he turned left.

"I'm seventeen." I informed him.

"Wow, you're very young. Graduated?" 

I nodded, "I graduated a little early." 

"Ah, well, I hope youbrought a fake ID." 

I smile and nod.

He grins and turns into the parking lot of a huge club named "Fabric." Louis parks the car and we all get out. "This place is massive!" I gush walking with the rest of the group towards the entrance. We walk pass a large line of desperate looking people who are all waiting to get into the club. The bouncer smiles when he sees Louis, "Mr Tomlinson! Looks like you have a nice group tonight."

Louis smiles and nods at the huge man while he unhooks the rope barrier and holds it open for us.

"How the hell did ya manage that?" I laugh as we enter the club.