Niall's POV.
The rest of the week passed quickly, probably because the five of us were looking forward to Lou's party on Friday night. After school, we headed straight over to Louis' to help him get the house ready. By ready, I mean removing all valuable items from sight, clearing out the cupboards and the fridge, and locking the rooms we didn't want people going in. Harry and I headed down to the shop to buy a load of alcohol - Liam had made sure everyone had put a tiny bit of money in so that the drink was at least affordable, along with the money Lou's parents had left him for the weekend. Harry has his cousin's fake ID, so it isn't hard for us to buy booze. We both look older than we are, anyway.
We headed back to Lou's lugging four massive carrier bags each, about to split open. Inside, Amy and Amanda were sorting out music on Lou's laptop while Zayn was spread on the floor scrolling though some unknown website, with Liam and Lou upstairs putting all the expensive shit away. His big brother, Kyle (go with it) decided he didn't want to be at home with a load of drunken teenagers, so he was going round to a mate's for the weekend. Good. There's nothing worse than siblings ruining your plans.
As we filled the fridge with beer and cheap Vodka, I couldn't help but watch Amy from across the room. The way her forehead crinkled just slightly when she was concentrating, her shiny white teeth biting gently into her lip, the hand pushing her fringe back against her head. I still hadn't forgotten that little moment between us at her house the other day. The way her body felt against mine, and just how close we'd been. Fuck. "Ni. Niall!" I snapped out of it when Harry said my name, watching me with raised eyebrows. "Do not say a word." I muttered to him, seeing that he was about to speak. He grinned at me. I just rolled my eyes at him, turning away and going upstairs to find Liam.
"Li, mate? You alright?" I yelled. He was in the attic, putting all the stuff up there out of the way. "Yeah, just- umff!" There was a crash and a grunt from Liam, then a loud groan of "Fuuuuuuuck." He climbed down the ladder, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. "You alright, mate?" I asked, pushing the ladder up and closing the loft door. he nodded, still massaging his head, as Lou came from one of the rooms "Yeah. Fucking box of shit fell on my head." I raised an eyebrow at him trying not to laugh. "Loooouuuuuiss! Kyle wants you!" It was Amy's voice, shouting from downstairs.
Lou glanced at us then jogged downstairs, with us following him. Kyle was waiting by the front door, backpack over his shoulder. "Right, Lou. Try not to trash the house or break anything. And don't end up in a coma or whatever. If you fuck anything up, Mum and Dad need to know I wasn't even here. Okay?" He nodded, used to his brother's 'talks'. "Okay. I'll be back Sunday morning. You guys... uh, have fun." The door slammed behind him, we wandered back into the kitchen. "Done the playlist, Lou." Said Amy, shutting the lid of the laptop. "And all the drink is in the fridge." Added Harry, who was sprawled out on the sofa. I laughed when I saw Zayn was laying in the exact same position as before, he hasn't even moved the cheeky bastard. we all rose to are feet, agreeing to meet back at Lou's at eight.
Back at home, I went and watched TV with my sister a bit. If I'm honest, I actually don't mind Sarah (again go with it) that much, as annoying as she can be. While we were watching The Big Bang Theory, Sarah's phone didn't stop bleeping. "Sarah, who are you texting?" I asked her, curious. "Mm, no one." She mumbled. I frowned. 'No one' usually meant a boy. I snatched the phone out of her hands, looking at the ID. 'Tom <333'. The messages were typical messages a boy and girl send each other when they're that age: slushy, cheesy romantic bullshit. "Ni, give it back!" I tossed the phone back to her. "Sarah, hope you know what you're doing." I said to her, giving her the look. She rolled her eyes. "Niall, he's just a friend. Really." I raised an eyebrow at her. The only reason I don't particularly like Sarah speaking to boys is because, well, she is my little sister, and I know how I was thinking about girls when I was fourteen going on fifteen. "Whatever. Just be careful. Or this 'Tom' will have to answer to me." Sarah pulled a face at me. I laughed, ruffling her hair.
