Concealed

five

Noelle and I drove to Liam's house. I was utterly surprised she came with me, but I'm glad she did.

"So, where are you from?" I asked to break the tension between us. I knew she wasn't mad, but maybe just uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter," she replied blandly, turning her gaze out the window.

"Why do you always say that? It does matter, I want to know," I said gripping the steering wheel tightly with frustration.

"Well Harry, I don't just open up to anyone. I'm a private person if you haven't noticed, and I'm not just going to tell you anything."

"Well Noelle, you're making this hard for me. All I'm asking is basic stuff about you and you refuse to answer even that."

"Well I'm sorry, I'm just not interested in answering questions, basic or not. No one cares in the long run anyways. So they story goes like this; you get to know me, we become friends, I like you or you like me, whichever comes first. We date, we fight, we break up, and that's it. There's never a happy ending. Whether we become friends or not and I've dealt with too much loss, and heartbreak to have any desire to do that again. That's why I won't answer any questions. There you go."

I was astonished by her answer because I wasn't expecting such a deep response. I could her the hurt in her voice, but now that I know I'm determined to get to her.

She's alone.

"Well Noelle, sometimes the story changes. If you're the author, you control what's written." I said turning the wheel, and pulling into Liam's driveway. Music and lights bumped and beamed from the inside the large brick house. I killed the engine, and looked at her.

"I'm not like the rest of them you know. Even after what you just said, I still want to know you."

She half smiled, and her eyes were soft.

"Thanks Harry," she whispered, like she didn't want me to hear.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to some people, yeah?" I said. I hopped out my car, and walked over to the passenger side to let Noelle out.

I was still a little shaken from earlier. I don't want to pressure her into anything because I know she's not supposed to be with me in the first place. She was warned, but disregarded it completely which gave me some hope.

I opened the door with Noelle trailing behind me. I was greeted with multicolored strobe lights, and loud trap music.

"Harry!" Liam slurred. He always threw the best parties, but always got drunk off his ass. "Who's this?" He said, gazing at Noelle, and licking his lips.

A pang of jealousy hit me, as Liam eyed her down.

"This is Noelle, the girl I talked to at lunch today. She came with me," I said emphasizing the end of my sentence.

Liam's eyes were filled with lust as he raked her body up and down.

I hate Liam when he drunk. He's my best mate, but damn he's annoying as hell.

"Hi," she said coldly. It made my happy that she didn't use the same tone of voice with him that she does with me. I'll take anything I can get with her, and even a voice difference makes me feel better.

We walked through the crowd of people, and made our way to the kitchen. I looked at the large bowl of red liquid. Different citrus fruits floated on the top for decoration. I took the ladle and poured myself some into a blue solo cup.

"Want any?"

"Is it spiked?" She asked innocently. I couldn't help but laugh quietly to myself.

"Most likely. Do you want me to try it first?"

"No, it's okay. I'll have some," she said. I ladled her some as well, and handed it to her. She smelled it, and then shrugged, bringing it to her lips.

"Have you never drank before?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink as well.

"Of course I have, I'm not some prude," she scoffed. I had a feeling she was lying, but I never know with her.

"It's good," she cooed. The vodka must be buzzing in her veins right now. I have a fairly high alcohol tolerance, but I'm guessing that since Noelle has downed her first cup, and isn't looking too good, she's never drank.

I ended up losing Noelle in the crowd after Zayn pulled me away from her. I felt uneasy, and was worried about her as I made small talk with a few of my other friends, but I didn't stress too much because I know she can handle herself.

"Harry!" Niall greeted me, a smirk prominent on his face.

"Hey Niall," I said rolling my eyes. I really hate this guy, but I might as well be nice to him.

"Where's your girl?" He asked. His blue eyes lit up as he asked me this.

"The bathroom," I lied. The last thing I want is a douche like Niall to find her.

"Are you sure? Because she's over there chatting it up with Liam."

I looked over the crowd of dancing bodies to find Noelle leaned against the counter, talking to Liam. I could tell by her facial expression, she was annoyed, or maybe just drunk.

I pushed through the sea of bodies and made my way to Noelle.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. She bumped me forcefully and spilled the alcoholic fruit punch all over the floor.

"Hey, that wasn't nice," she slurred. Oh god she's totally trashed.

"Don't worry mate, I was taking care of her," Liam said. He's drunk as well but sober enough to know he's fucking with me.

"Thanks for having us Liam, but well be going," I said pulling Noelle with me. She resisted as much as her drunken state could allow, before she collapsed to the floor.

"Fuck," I mumbled. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my car.

AUTHORS NOTE- I hope you guys like this story so far. I didn't want to write a cliche fan fiction. I would really appreciate if you guys would vote. It'll let me know whether or not to keep going. xx

-Shelby