Behind the Glasses

Till Death do us Part

JESSICAS POV

"I don't know they won't let me in the room, Niall just listen to me, you have to get the phone to Harry."

"Okay, okay...but I have no clue where he is. He's on a date with some girl!" Niall says into the phone.

"I don't care, Niall you have to get him, but let me talk to him." I sniffle into the phone.

"Okay, okay. Stay on the phone with me, we'll find him."

"How?"

"Well it is 1am which means his date is almost over so they are probably at some club."

"Okay, how do up you know which club?"

"Oh, well there's only one club around here that Harry goes too."

HARRYS POV

"Come dance with me!" Oh lord. Not again, that's what they all say.

"Hold on babe lemme just grab another drink." I tell her giving her a quick kiss and going up to the bar.

"Hello again Mr. Styles." The girl behind the bar greets me.

"Hey."

"The usual?"

"Yes, thank you."

"So who's the new girl tonight?" She asks raising her eyebrows while she's making my drink.

"Ehh she's no different then the rest. They are all the same." I say shrugging.

"well usually guys only say girls are all the same when they know someone different." She says.

I chuckle, "yeah, she was different all right." I say taking my drink and leaving a tip on the counter before making my way to the dance floor.

NIALLS POV

"Alright, alright I found him." I say into the phone pushing myself through the crowd of people in the club, "just don't hang up."

"I won't, Niall hurry." She pleads into the phone.

"Excuse me, pardon me." I say pushing through the crowd of drunk, sweaty people, "Harry, Harry!"

I yell for him over the loud music but he can't seem to hear me, "HARRY"

He hears me and turns from the dance floor and walks toward me, leaving his blonde alone on the dance floor but she quickly follows.

"Um can I talk to you please...Alone" I add eyeing up the blonde as she gives me a dirty look.

"Why Niall, you couldn't have just waited till I was home in like another hou-"

"But someone called for you..." I begin interrupting him but he just ignores me and just interrupts me back.

"Are you serious Niall, you've got to be kidding me, tell them I'll call back later." He says beginning to walk away so I say the only thing that will actually whip him into the right mind set...

"There might not be a later for her." And I walk out of the club with him running after me, calling my name.

HARRYS POV

"NIALL!" I call after him, "hey!" I say pulling his shoulder back.

"What do you mean there might not be a later for wh-"

"Here." He says handing me the phone and for some reason I feel a surge of panic ignite in me, not knowing who's on the line and what the problem is.

"Hello?"

"Harry..?" Someone sniffles into the phone on the other line and it takes a while to recognize because of the muffled sobs.