19 Rules [on-going]

C h a p t e r 5

*A/N : haven't proof read it*

To be honest, I happen to be a person who keeps changing. When it comes to style, I’ve got about five different me-s. One day I want to look like a straight up gangster, I mean like a proper boy - baggy jeans, big hoodies, hardly any makeup and a beanie. And the other day I want to wear a dress and I want to look pretty – today happens to be one of those days, where I spend a little extra time on glamming up and looking my best.

Niall had asked me out for a drink – before Harry butted in. Now it’s more like a group of friends hanging out.

Niall seems like a really great guy, he’s got a grand head of blonde locks, remarkable personality, and adorable sense of humour, breathtakingly gorgeous eyes and a slightly profound Irish accent. All this accounts him to top my list of sexy.

I plan on impressing him tonight, get all of his attention and have him ask me out – on a real date this time.

I slip into the little black dress that Cece gave me, she said it highlighted my butt and rack. It was quite awkward when she said that, as I had spent the next five minutes blushing, my bisexual traits emerging from the concealed grounds of never-to-remember. 

I puckered my lips and rolled the red lipstick. Then pressed my lips together and popped them. I fix my hair up and tie a matching red headband and take a last glimpse of myself in the mirror.

“I’d hit that” I say out loud, a grin playing along the tips of lips. And after every passing second of me staring into the mirror, it got harder and harder to hide it.

“Yeah me too” I jump at the sound of Harry at the door. I feel the color branch along my cheeks, hasn’t he heard of knocking? He doesn’t laugh, but his smile is wide, and his dimples are deeper than ever. He brushes off the hair dangling on his forehead, tickling him and trails his eyes from the top of my head to the bottom of my legs.

I look into his eyes – that shine, the green almost pale in color because of the ceiling lights.

“So you ready to go?”

“Ye-ye-yeah” I stutter under the strong gaze Harry had caught me in. I turned around and picked up my phone, trying to distract myself.

“Right, let’s get wasted” I say, desperately trying to break the tension in the room. He laughs and walks out of the room. Talk about making things awkward.

“Put the seat belt on” Harry instructs.

“God it’s like ten minutes away, I won’t die” I say rolling my eyes.

“Just put the damn seat belt on, I don’t want you to be paying a fine”

“Just drive harry, the stupid belt makes me itchy every time and I’ve hardly covered myself. Just let me be. I’m perfectly fine” he groans and gives in.

“All this for Niall? Seriously? I’m sure he’d like you better if you'd just be yourself. Besides, he’s more into smart girls anyway, so don’t bother” my mouth opens up automatically and my eyes widen.

“Excuse me? Are you saying that I’m not smart?”

“I’m neither going to confirm or deny that.”

“Keep it professional” he adds, whispering to himself.

“You’re such a judgmental arse. Thought you should know” I spit at him. I don’t really know why I was getting this cranky, he was just kidding after all.

“Aye, harry! Nice to see ya” Niall walks up to us and bumps Harry’s fist and gives him a brief hug. He then turns to me, his eyes linger over my body, making me a little uneasy. I tug on my dressing, thinking it’s too short and then nervously bite my lips.