Unpredictable [n.h. au]

three.

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"Well, well, well. Look who we have here," Niall says with a smirk.

I try to walk past him wanting to avoid him. I don't need this right now, I have to find Natalie.

"Niall, not now, please. I'm looking for someone," I hesitate.

"You're little girlfriend's not in there. She left with Mark about an hour ago. Proud of that boy, he's finally gonna get it in tonight!" Niall says with excitement in his features.

I'm so disgusted with him, but he doesn't surprise me with his stupid remark. I'm worried about Natalie. She's piss drunk and probably won't have a clue where the hell she is in the morning. I can only hope she has her phone with her.

"Amazingggggg," I groan. "Did she ride home with Mark or what?" I ask him as he takes down another shot. I don't even know if I can trust what he's saying in his current state, but he's probably the only one who saw them leave together.

"Nah, Mark got a ride here with me. He's probably driving her car to his place since his parents are out of town," he tells me.

"Oh my god, please don't tell me he was drinking!" I shout at Niall making him flinch back a little.

"Calm down, crazy. He didn't drink tonight. But I will say he was ready to get it on tonight."

"Ugh, shut up," I roll my eyes at him.

"Oooh, sassy. I like them sassy," Niall says as his eyes rake over my body. It may sound dumb, but I like the look on his face he has after looking at me. But I have respect and morals, nothing will go on tonight, and certainly never with someone like him.

"Whatever, I'm heading back downstairs." I should probably look for someone I give me a ride since Natalie left me here stranded.

Roaming through the house, running into multiple bodies, I can't seem to find anyone who can take me home. This is just swell! What the hell am I gonna do? It's already 12:23am, I have to be home soon.

I scan the room for any familiar faces. Well, everyone here is a familiar face, but I'd like I at least ask someone I talk to. My eyes continue to roam around numerous rooms in this massive house. There's gotta be someone here I know pretty well and can ask for a ride.

After a few minutes, I decide to go outside. Maybe someone will be hanging out on the front porch and can take me home. But as I approach the front, my hopes are gone. No one is even out here. Damn.

Crap, it's already 12:46. What am I gonna do? I mean, my house isn't too far from here, but walking would take at least 45 minutes compared to a 10 minute drive. And I don't want to call my parents, they'll be pissed and then give me a huge lecture on how I have to be more responsible, blahhhh.

I should probably just go back inside and ask anybody to take me home. Anyone sober, that is. When I turn around I run into blue eyed boy again.

"Woah, what's going on? You seem really tense," he says.

"Well since Natalie went home with Mark and they took the car, I don't have a ride home. And I have to be there in like 10 minutes."

"I'm about to head home right now, this party ain't that great," Niall says with his thick Irish accent. He's not that drunk but he's still had a few drinks. "You can come with me if you wanna."

I'm taken back by his words. This boy, this complete asshole who was once my best friend, someone who acted like I fell off the face of the earth is offering me a ride home? What the hell?!

I gotta respond quick. I'm hesitating on what to do. He does live only 3 houses down from me. Okay, that's it.

"Okay, but you have to let me drive. You've had a few drinks."

"Ummm, okay then? Whatever you say missy." He responds, giggling at the little nickname he's given to me.

"Let's go!" I grab Niall's hand after he hands me the keys and we run to his car. '66 mustang. I'm jealous.

After getting strapped in, I drive to his house. It's 12:57am. If I run from Niall's place to mine, I'll make it.

"Err, thanks for the ride, Niall. I gotta go." I tell him and then he grabs my wrist.

"Sure, but you gotta return the favor somehow," he says, flashing his pearly whites.

"Okay whatever! I have to go, bye!"

I run home as fast as I can and get there just in time. My parents are in the living room, turning off the TV.

"You're lucky, Veronica. You almost missed curfew," my mom tells me.

"Be more responsible about keeping the time next time, honey."

Both my parents hug me before heading to their rooms.

I go to my room, too, and lay in my bed, thinking about what just happened.

Did I really hitch a ride with Niall? I never thought that would happen. Just then, I remember his words.

"you gotta return the favor somehow."

Return the favor? What does he mean by that?

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AN: Hope you guys like the story so far!

I wanted to ask a random question: what's your favorite movie ATM? I'm gonna say Wolf of Wall Street right now. Leonardo DiCaprio is perf, I love him. The movie is realllllyyyy inappropriate but he's an incredible actor. If you're old enough, you should watch it, lol.

Make sure to leave your comments and let me know how I'm doing since this is my first fanfic, haha.

The songs I listened to while writing this chapter (remember, they're always really random haha) were:

Take Back The Night - Justin Timberlake

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

Yellow Raincoat - Justin Bieber

Don't Wanna Dance Alone - Fifth Harmony

Competition - Little Mix

Say You're Just A Friend - Austin Mahone

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