Loved and Wanted

Truth or Dare.

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Harry's P.O.V

I stared at her in complete shock. She looked beautiful. Wait no, scratch that- she looked completely fucking sexy.

"I know I embarrassed you at Sally's and I really want to make it up to you." she trailed her fingers down my torso, I gulped staring at her seductive eyes. "Maybe after the party, or during." I have no fucking Idea were in the hell she got this confidence from but I like it.

"Let me get ready." I quickly sprinted to the bathroom, not waisting any time. After I finished getting ready, I noticed Nicole sitting on the bed playing with the ends of her short black dress.

Fuck, she's cute even without trying.

She looked up and smiled, "Woah," she mumbled aloud. I laughed, reaching for her hand.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Nicole's P.O.V

"You look beautiful tonight," I'm really glad Harry forgot about what happened earlier, I want him to relax, to have fun.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I giggled, he had a tight white shirt on, slightly transparent. I was able to see his toned torso and dark tattoos. He had his signature black skinny jeans on and His hair was more pushed back tonight, in a higher quiff. Kinda like Niall's.

Niall.

It's been so long and I feel bad for not contacting him, as friends of course. He has been there for me for years. Yeah, we had something, but that's over by now. I know he still has feelings for me and I still love him, just not in that way.

I think.

No, I love Harry like that, not Niall. Or anyone.

I wish Harry wouldn't have reacted like that, and I mean I know were he's coming from but still. Niall is my best friend.

I wonder were he is now..

"What are you thinking about?" Harry cut me out of my thoughts, I looked over at him. He had a sincere curious look on his face. I couldn't tell him, oh no. He would fucking flip and this night would be ruined.

Think Nicole, think. Ahaa!

"Just wondering if you're friends will like me." I lied, well not completely. I do wonder if they will. Probably not, I mean look at me.

"Baby," he placed his hand on my thigh. "Trust me, they will." he Almost scoffed. "Just please, don't get to close. They have a tendency to get a little, touchy."

"I spoke with one of them, Zayn, and told him I'm coming. So I'll be the one they come to first. And they will stare." he tightened his grip on the wheel.

"But I swear to fucking god if they touch you I'll -"

"Harry," I laughed, "I got this." he breathed out, nodding.

"We're here babe." he quickly got out, jogging to my side, opening the door. I thanked him and grabbed his hand. I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in.

Fuck, I'm scared. I thought this would go smooth, you know, a couple drinks, some dancing, and messing around. But the feeling in my stomach tells me I'm going to Fuck up.

"Baby, relax." Harry chuckled, leading us toward the door. Before Harry could twist the knob the door came swinging open.

"Styless, man!" a dark haired guy shouted, bringing Harry in for a hug. They laughed for a minute, them the guys head turned towards me.