Dream Killer (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Chapter 8

I was sitting on the bed while Liz was just sitting on hers. It was so awkward right now. I can't wait until Zayn knocks on the door. Just then, the door opens, not even a knock.

"Hey let's go. We're kind of late." Well hello to you to Zayn.

"Okay." I get up and leave the dorm without saying a word to Liz.

"What's up with that girl in there?" Zayn asks.

"She's just mad at me."

"Oh." He says as we bothe get into his car. I wonder if Harry is actually going. I want him too but I'm afraid he will be mad at me once he sees me. I'm sure he wouldn't point it out in front if everybody but I'm still nervous.

The ride there is silent but it's only a 10 minute drive. We arrive at the club which has a line that goes all the way around the block. This was going to take forever.

"That's a long line."

"It's all good." Zayn says and leads me to the enterance. We just walk right in. The music is so loud and it's crowded with so many people. I don't see anyone I know, even though I know only about 10 people.

Zayn leads me into a room behind the corner and it suddenly gets a lot quieter. No I me else is in the room.

"I thought we were late? Shouldn't everybody else be here already."

"They are. Just somewhere in the dancing part if the club. They should be coming in here soon." Zayn assures me. I should believe him but some part of his tone tells me he's lying.

"Oh alright." I stand near the door awkwardly.

"Don't be shy, I don't bite." Zayn smiles and gestures me to sit down next to him on the white couch. "So it's cool in here, yeah?"

"Yeah I love the decorations." I look around the room and I really am in love with the decorations. It's very different than the dancing part of the club. It has 2 white couches and a white wall with black linen swirls in the corners and the edges. There's a cute little glass table in front of the couch Zayn and I are sitting on.

I look at Zayn and he's staring at me. "What? Sorry."

He chuckles. "I asked if you have ever danced here before?"

"Oh no, I've never been to a club." I admit.

"Oh well the dancing is fun but it can get intense." He scootches closer to me.

"What do you mean?"

"It gets intense, you know. Like dirty. You don't seem like that type of girl and that's why we should stay in here. I heard you don't drink either?"

"No.."

He just smiles and laughs lightly to himself. Then slides closer to me, again. We are about a half an inch away from each other and it's kind of uncomfortable but somewhat enjoyable.

He looks at me right in the eyes and I look back. This is awkward and appealing. Just then the door opens and it's Harry.

"Get the fuck out." Harry says in a cold sharp voice.

Zayn moves away and goes out the door. Strange.

"Hey.." Harry says his voice now calm but awkward.

"Um hi.."

"What were you doing with him? Did he try anything on you?" He is asking a lot of questions about Zayn.

"What, no. Nothing happened or was going to."

"Well it sure seemed like it."

"What are you even talking about? We aren't dating nothing happened between us either." I stand up from the couch.

"We kissed."

"So?"

"So? That doesn't mean anything to you?"

"You screamed at me and left me standing I the middle if the parking lot at my dorm. That obviously means nothing to you so it doesn't to me either." He is making me more mad about nothing.

Harry sighs. "Whatever."

"Exactly." I laugh.

"What?"

"You don't care obviously. Nothing matters, nothing happened. I don't even know why we are haviń this conversation." I go past him to leave but am stopped by him grabbing my wrist.

"Stay." He says and leans closer to me..