Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 24 - I'll Drive You

-LILAH POV-

"Oh my god Brad just stop!" a girl across the crowd of people circling the two males shouts. Punch after punch after punch makes me squirm. A few people intervene and stop the fight, the one who I think is Brad has a nose bleed. Why am I watching this? I rush back inside and find Charlie waiting in the spot where he told me to wait.

"Sorry, I went to the bathroom, did you find Robbie?" I ask.

"No, god knows where he is. I'll talk to him tomorrow. Let's go" he says. My eyes dart to Zayn on the other side of the room. I remember he said he wanted to tell me something this morning but he shyed away after Charlie showed up, I don't know why. I suppose it's something personal or private which makes me even more intrigued. I'm the nosiest person ever, I don't tell people's secrets although I'm told I used to blab a lot when I was younger but I really can't remember doing anything like that.

"You know what, you can leave without me. I'm gonna hang here for a while" I suggest.

"You sure? I could wait for you if you like" Charlie says

"No, no, really. It's fine. You leave, Chloe can take me home or I'll walk" I give him a small reassuring smile. He accepts my decision and leaves after telling me if I need anything to just call him, I couldn't ask for a better friend. I bring my attention back to Zayn, he isn't where I saw him just now, I walk into the huge living room in hopes to find him in there.  As I'm walking I trip over my own feet, thankfully I don't make it to the shiny wooden floor. My clumsiness has brought some people's attention to me, great, now I bet they think I'm a klutz, not that they're wrong.  I always have been. I can be walking in a completely straight line and nearly fall on my ass and when I actually do fall it's the most embarrassing ever.  I've never broken a bone though funnily enough. I remember once when I was about ten I used to rollerskate as a weekend activity and we were playing a game and I fell and twisted my wrist, but other than that I've never had anything major. I never was the tree climbing type of child. After bringing myself back to my feet a guy approaches me.

"Do I know you? Because I really do not remember inviting you" the boy says, and I wonder if he's joking or being serious. 

"Er... I-I don't. Know. I'm sorry I just-" I really hope he doesn't embarrass me and kick me out. He laughs at my unsureness.

"You know, you're cute. I'm Dan, welcome to mi casa. What's your name?" he brings his hand out for me to shake it. I sheepishly smile at his compliment and try not to cringe at the cheesy greeting.

"Delilah"

"Nice name. Wanna sit down with us?" he points to the couch where a bunch of people are sat down with red cups in their hands. Zayn is sat down with them, and so is Harry... Crap.  Maybe I could ask Zayn if I could speak with him for a minute but he might not tell me here. That was the main reason of staying, if he doesn't talk to me there's no point.

"I really shouldn't I-"

"Awh c'mon, just for ten minutes. It'll be fun" he smirks and gently pulls my arm to where he wants me. It would be very graceless to just pull away and say I must go, I hate being rude. "So, you having a good time so far? Do you want a drink or something? We've got everything you could want" 

"Do you have water?" 

"You're a good girl huh? That's sweet, but c'mon. Don't you want tequila or anything?" I shake my head. 

"No, really I'm fine. I have to get up early tomorrow, but thanks" I sit down on the soft blue coach and Dan sits next to me with his arm around me. I find it incredibly uncomfortable.

"Guys, this is Delilah. Delilah these are my friends" I find it funny how he says 'my friends' but doesn't actually tell me any of their names. There's 7 of his friends, I think. One of the boys is wearing a sweatshirt that says 'OBEY' and then I notice there's another girl wearing the same. What is so attractive about a hoodie that has in imperative verb on it?