Happy Love [1D fanfic]

chapter 1: The Meeting

The school was hell like always. The students pushed me in the corridors and the teachers was more strict then ever. My grades this year wasn't really on top, but my alcoholic mother didn't care.

My dad died when i was two, not that it mattered; he was a murderer that died in jail. And that's when my mum started drinking. Now she was a 46  year old woman who looked like she was 56.

My life hadn't been easy because of that. I didn't have any family or friends to stay with. I only had Jennifer, but she lived with her mentally ill aunt. And I didn't dare to even come visit her unless her aunt was out of town. 

"Natalie, do you want to go to the cinema with me?"

I turned around to face the face of a boy in my French class. He was bald, a bit fat and his front teeth were literally pointing out of his mouth. Even when it was shut.

"Sorry Carl. I'm busy." I answered and gave Carl an apologizing look. He smiled polite and walked away with his head down.

Jennifer appeared next to me out of nowhere. It made me jump.

"Was that Carl asking you out again?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I hate to always have to let him down"

"God, he's such a stalker!" said Jennifer with disgust.

Last year I was receiving messages and letters from somone called C. It was rather creepy. I think he might be inspired by Pretty Little Liars.

"So," Jennifer continued. "Wanna go to the club tonight?"

I didn't have any plans and I most certainly do not want to hang out at home with my drunk mum, so I said yes.

We went to the club at about 8 PM in London. There were only 20-30 years old there, but we were planning to meet Jennifers gay boyfriend there. He was gay, but Jenny didn't know and I didn't have the heart to tell her.

"This is boring." I told Jennifer after about ten minutes in the club.

"Relax, Ben will be here any minute." Jenny replied.

I sighed and went to the bar to get myself beer.

"What do you want, love?" the bartender asked.

"A beer"

The bartender nodded but gave me tequila. I just smiled and took a shot.

"You... are cute!" a raspy voice said.

I turned around to face a curly haired boy. Obviously he was drunk.

"Thanks" I replied.

"I like you, you have a good sense of humor!" he blabbed.

"I just said thanks?" I said.

The boy burst out in laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" I looked at him with a confused look.

"You... are so cute!"

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm Harry."

The boy, Harry, smiled at me, and despite the fact that he was drunk, he was pretty cute.

"Do you wanna come to my place?"

"No thanks" I mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

And in that moment, maybe after having so much alcohol (because I'd had more than one), and I thought it made sense that we slept together.

When we came to his place we made out a bit before he fell asleep and later on so did I.