Hidden Love || n.h.

Chapter 5

OLIVIA'S POV:

I sped home quickly to get ready, because right now, I wish you were here with meeeeeee. (Oh ooo, oh ooo)

(A/N: Sorry I had to do that)

Right now it's 7, and Niall wants me at his dorm by 8, and I need to shower. The second I got home, I showered and wore just random skinny jeans and my favorite shirt that said FRIDAY on it.

I put on a little make up and my favorite beanie and brushed my frizzy hair again, trying to tame the stupid shit. I sprayed it down with some hair spray and it was close enough.

I checked the time on the watch that I didn't have and it was already 7:45. My eyes widened and I quick shiver y big feet into my moccasins and grabbed my phone and stuffed that in my pocket.

I didn't bother to put a hoodie on, even thought it's late October, and rushed out to the car. None of my family was home anyways, they were at Noelle's dumb gymnastics meet.

I texted my mom earlier though, saying that I was going to Perrie's and that I might spend the night. She seemed a bit suspicious, but she agreed and let me stay.

*

I double checked my texts, making sure the dorm that was in front of me was Niall's dorm. I was a few minutes late, not that Niall would even notice anyways.

I knocked politely on the door, and then I once again face palmed myself. Its fricken Niall Horan, he won't give a fuck if I just walk in. So I did that.

I opened the door, and I wasn't surprised from the huge mess in this tiny dorm. The two beds weren't made, the dresser drawers were all pulled out, dirty clothes were strewn on the floor, pizza boxes everywhere, etc.

"Niall?" I call out, searching the small room for him. I heard water running and then shutting off, and I quickly spun around.

Oh, there's a bathroom in here.

The door was shut, and it had a poster of Sleeping With Sirens.

Go figure.

"Coming!" Niall hollered from inside the bathroom, and I crossed my arms and waited. His dorm was even messier than my side of my bedroom.

It smelled like boy man in here and I think I heard someone groan across the room. I just ignored the groan and hoped Niall would hurry the fuck up.

I heard another groan, except this time it was louder, and when I looked over at one of the beds a GUY was sitting there, holding his head in his hands.

I backed up quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice me. It must just be Niall's roommate, but still.

The dude lifted his head up and looked straight at me with his piercing familiar eyes....

"Harry?" I say, creeping towards him slowly. "What are you doing here?"

He rubbed his eyes. "I don't know, last night was fuzzy...."

"You're hungover." I tease, and he frowns, but then quickly shrugs.

"Yeah, I am. My head is pounding."

I laugh and I hear the bathroom door creek open slowly. Niall was standing there with only a towel around his waist, and I couldn't help but stare at the tattoos on his arms and chest.

He noticed me looking at him and I quickly flickered my eyes to the ground, blushing. "Like what you see?"

"Yeah, some pretty quality carpeting." I say, and Niall rolls his eyes.

"Whatever," he scowls. "I'm gonna quick change."

"I'm gonna quick turn around." I say immediately, and spin around facing the other direction.

"Suit yourself." Niall laughed, and I rolled my eyes. He's so immature sometimes.

"We all know you wanna see, Olivia." Harry called.

"Shut up dumbfuck." I scowl and they both laugh once more. I wait a few more minutes until Niall says he's done changing. I trust that he's decent and turn around, and thankfully, he is.

"You ready to go?" he asks me, and I nod.

"I've been ready since I got here," I tell him. "But you took forever getting ready and I was forced to talk to Harry."

"I'm not that bad!" Harry whined, and I tried so hard not to burst out laughing.

"Of course not." I say sarcastically, and Niall smirks at me and sticks his tongue out at Harry, and then the two of us walk out the door.

*

Fine fine, I'll admit I was super fricken nervous when we walked up to the frat house. I've honestly have never been to a frat party, never mind an actually college party.

When we walked in the door, music was blasting and all I could smell was sweat and alcohol. People were already drunk and some were already passed out.

I walked beside Niall nervously, because honestly, some of these guys scared me from the way they looked at me. Niall noticed that as well, and put his arm around my waist securely.

I pull away from him, even though I didn't mind that much. "What?" he asks.

"I don't want to be one of your toys, nor will I ever be." I snap.

"You're not!" he said, slightly confused. "Who said you were?"

"No one," I admit. "But you put your arm around my waist!"

"Doesn't mean I want to fuck you," he scowled. "I'm just trying to signal to these other creeps that they can't fuck you either."

"It doesn't mean I like you either." he added, looking at the ground, and I could feel my heart shatter to bits. Niall once again put his arm around my waist, but it was slumped, and I suddenly didn't want to be here anymore.

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Hehehehehehehe.

I have this story, like, planned out. Sorry for it being suckish and short, I once again, updated on my iPod.

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