1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

After I call Leila, and she gives me great styling tips, I check my e-mail. My sister basically sends me a novel talking about how she misses me, and how her first kid Andy is starting to talk. My sister also mentions how we should go visit my Gran, but I ignore that part.
I have about 5 hours until Harry is picking me up. That gives me plenty of time to go get something to wear tonight. I grab my purse and head out. As I'm scanning the racks of clothes my eye catches on a dress that I normally would never wear.
It's form fitting and jet-black. It has cap sleeves and a low back. When I go to try it on I have mixed feelings. It reached about the middle of my thigh, and makes me ass look twice as big. Which I don't know if I like or not... The neck line is high, but the back makes up for it. It's sexy without looking slutty. I would normally never wear something like this, but I can't help the confidence I felt when I pulled it on. But, I also don't want to look easy or look like a skank either. After a war with myself, I cave and buy it despite the high number on the price tag.

I can't help but hope Harry likes it on me. 'Why do you care what Harry thinks?' My self conscious nags at me. I don't care, but if I'm with Harry I'll have to look good, because he captures the attention of the room wherever he goes. Yeah, that's a good enough reason... Harry is my friend. Nothing more. I don't know why I have to keep reminding myself that. It's not like he'd ever want to date me..

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing throughout the elevator up to my flat. I scramble to find my phone in my purse to see an unfamiliar number. I answer out of curiosity.
"Hello?"
"Is this Hayley?" an Irish accent says on the other line.
"Um yes. May I ask who's calling?"
I hear faintly in the background- "it's her!" followed by, "Hello Hayley. This is Niall, we met the other night."
I laugh uncomfortably because I feel very awkward and don't know what to do. Why is Niall randomly calling me? But, I like Niall so I'm thrilled.
"Oh hey! Why'd you call?"
"No reason. I'll see you tonight." and he hangs up.
Oh. That was weird. I brush it off, and decide to ask Harry about it later.
When the elevator opens to my apartment I have two hours to get ready, so I hop in the shower. When I get out a cold breeze hits my wet body, and I shiver. I walk in my towel over to the open window and try to shut it. It won't budge. I give up, and decide to just shut the curtains.
I blow dry my hair and loosely curl it. I redo my makeup from this morning, but add darker eyeshadow. I shimmy on my new dress, and once it's zipped I hear my elevator ding. When I see Harry walk through he's staring at his shoes casually.
"You know, you could warn a girl before barging into apartment." As soon as I open my mouth, Harry's eyes fall on me. They widen and he swallows. He stands there looking at me and he doesn't reply, completely frozen.
"Harry?" his eyes meet mine, and he seems to come back to life.
"Oh sorry. Hayley, you look.. you look.. great." his voice cracks and I laugh.
He's wearing black jeans, a black v-neck, and a black flannel unbuttoned over that. He looks amazing, without even trying...
When his compliment registers in my mind I reply, "Thank you. You look very.. very black."
He gives me a sarcastic smile. "Oh thanks." I giggle at his expense and walk past him to get in the elevator.
"You look great too." I ease him.
He joins me, and holds out his arm for me to take. I oblige and put my hand in the crook of his elbow.
"So where are we going?" I ask.
"I don't know. Some club Liam likes. All the lads are coming, I hope you don't mind." he says.
"Of course not. You know I like them. Speaking of which," I grab his attention and he looks at me. "Niall called me today and didn't say why. We were one the phone for like 20 seconds. How did he even get my number?"
"The little fucker probably stole it off my phone. Thought it would be funny to call you." I could listen to his accent for hours and never get bored. Plus, his foul language never seizes to surprise me. I blush and crack a small smile.
The elevator doors open and he escorts me to a limo. The driver is leaning against it and opens the door for me. I slide in and am greeted by four more boys.
"Hayley you look incredible." Zayn says to me. I immediately blush and give him a small thank you. Harry drops down beside me and pats my leg.
"I hope you're up for a damn good time." Niall claps his hands. I answer him by smiling at him.
"So what's so special about this place?" Louis's question directed at Liam.
"It's private so we won't get bombarded by fans, and it has a sick DJ." Liam is obviously very excited and I glance over at Harry who has his phone out.
"Ya know Harry," Louis begins, "it's impolite to be on your phone during a date." We both give Louis confused looks then we look at each other.
"This a date? No no no no." I say.
I see Harry tense in the corner of my eye.
"Oh please. C'mon Lou." Harry says.
Louis just shrugs and the him and the rest of the boys laugh.
"Speaking of dating," I don't know why I'm saying this but my curiously is getting the best of me. "Are you guys dating anyone?" Why in Hells name did I just ask that?
"I don't know. Depends on who's asking." Niall says back, and gives me a flirtatious grin. I roll my eyes jokingly.
"Zayn's the only one in a serious relationship at the moment." Liam says. I nod in understanding, and the limo comes to a stop. The club is raging. There's a huge line outside the doors stretching down the entire block.
"The line is huge! How are we supposed to get in?" I flush, obviously forgetting who I am with. They boys all look at each other awkwardly. That's when I realize, "We're not waiting in that line are we?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"I'm afraid not darling." Louis says and let's out a small laugh.
Harry helps me out of the limo, and I grab ahold of his arm again. Cameras are flagging from all directions as Liam leads us to the bouncer and says something to him that I couldn't hear. The bouncer unhooks the velvet rope and we all strut into the club.
Liam and Zayn start to bounce to the music, and lead us up a metal spiral staircase to the VIP area.
I feel like I should expect this type of luxury but it still takes me by surprise whenever I go out in public with any of the boys.
We all take seats around on leather couches, and I stay close to Harry because I feel out of place and uncomfortable.
"You good?" Harry asks me, looking concerned.
"Y-Yeah I'm good." I give him an unconvincing smile.
"Hey can we get a round of shots over here?" Louis shouts at the waiter, not being rude at all. I'm relieved because I need to loosen up a bit. He brings them to the table by us, and we all grab one and clink them together.
"To our new best mate who just so happens to be a girl! A hot one at that. Drink up Love." Louis yells and winks at me.
All I do is laugh at his strange but flattering choice of words, and the rest of the boys laugh and shake their heads lifting our glasses in the air. We all shoot our heads back and let the tequila rush down our throats. The familiar burn is satisfying and I reach for another.
"Looks like someone's determined to have a good time." Harry smirks at me.
"Shut up." I smirk back and tilt my head back.
I stand up and reach my hand out to Harry who is still sitting down.
"C'mon let's go." I say, feeling spunky.
"Go where?" he questions as he stands up to take my hand.
"Dancing." I smile and his expression changed to worried in no time.
"Absolutely not." and he let's go of my hand and starts to turn to walk toward the bar. I step in front of him so he can't walk any further.
"Harry Styles. You made me come here, so I'm making you dance with me." I smile at him to try and break him down.
"Dammit, fine." and it worked.
I grab his hand and lead him back to the boys.
"You guys are coming too." I say.
They all look at me like I'm insane.
"What the hell is with you boys and dancing?"
"Hayley we are probably the worst set of dancers you've ever seen." Zayn says.
"I don't care, now c'mon. The worse of a dancer you are the more fun it'll be." I snap back, and they all stand up.
"It's a good thing you're hot." Niall says. I roll my eyes and I follow them down the stairs.
They immediately start to dance, and I bust out laughing because they are ridiculous. I cover my mouth to stifle the laughter and I can feel my face turn bright red. Harry starts to shimmy into me and I try to back up but Louis is there and he grabs me. Before I know it, I'm pinned between five boys who are all rubbing against me and I'm dying of laughter.
"Get off me!" I yell, but it's mix with my uncontrollable laughs. They stop and are laughing with one another.
"I'm never asking you guys to dance with me again." I say to them.
We continue to dance, and drink, and drink some more. Harry has had the least amount of drinks, so he's still pretty sober, but completely hilarious. Louis and Liam on the other hand are completely wasted. I'm also about 99% sure I'm just as drunk, but I refuse to admit it.
We don't stick together for long. I have no idea where Harry went, but Niall and I are having plenty of fun on our own. We are grinding on random strangers and laughing at each other. I find myself dancing on a random guy and I notice his grip on my hips tightening. I try to walk away, but he spins me around so I'm facing him.
"Where do you think you're going baby?" he's got brown hair and brown eyes, and has a lustful smile on his face.
"Let me go please." I push against his chest, but doesn't budge. I'm starting to panic.
"Please, just leave me alone."
"I don't think I can do that sweetheart" he says in a low voice. I look around and grab eye-contact with Niall. 'Help me' I try to say through my eyes. He starts to rush over to me. In a matter of seconds he's pulled off of me, but not by Niall.
"She said to leave her alone." Harry voice booms, and steps between me and the man. Harry's voice is noticeably deeper, and angry. Him and Harry about the same height, but Harry is much more intimidating. Harry shoves him backwards, and the man goes to retaliate but Liam steps in between them.
"I don't think that's a good idea mate. Now turn around and walk away." Liam threatens the man, and he turns to walk away. Harry spins around and grabs my shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he looks really concerned, and his jaw is clenched. His voice is still deep and shit it's hot. Wow.
"Yeah. Yes thank you." I stutter. I'm grossed out by what just happened, and completely turned on by Harry.
What?
Okay fine. He looked completely and utterly sexy when he told off that guy. So what? I can think Harry's hot without it meaning anything. I can think he has the most captivating eyes I've ever seen. I can think about his plump pink lips. I can think about how his hair is always perfect, and how he never had to try to look good. Because it doesn't mean anything. It's human nature to think someone is attractive. Me like Harry? That's bullshit. Is it? God I'm drunk.
"Would you like to go?" he asks. He brings me back to reality.
I don't want to leave. I'm not letting that pervert ruin my night. So I throw my arms around Harry's neck and give him a drunken smile.
"Nope. I haven't even hung out with you all night, so let's have fun."
He smile at me and grabs my hand, twirling me around and ends with a dip.
"Loads of fun." he adds. We dance for what seems like forever. Getting lost in each other's horrible jokes, and ridiculous dancing.
"Hayley?" a familiar voice says behind me.
"Leila?!" I excitedly say when I realize who it is. I give her a huge hug and she looks me up and down. "You look hot!" she compliments me, and I shrug it off. That's when she realizes the curly haired, green eyed charmer behind me.
"Hold on. You're Harry Styles!" she says in shock.
"Uh yeah I guess I am." Harry says obviously embarrassed.
"Wait. You're dating Harry Styles?!" she practically screams at me.
"No Leila, but don't you think we'd make an adorable couple." I slur not really completely understanding the words coining from my mouth. I can't even tell if I'm being sarcastic or not.
"You are bloody drunk." Harry laughs, and catches me when I stumble backward. "We're just friends." he says to Leila. Niall walks up to the three of us and introduces himself to Leila.
"Well Harry, if you aren't dating Hayley , maybe we could grab dinner sometime?"
What? Not in a million years. Leila you can go away now.
"Uh sure." he uncomfortably asks.
"We could double!" Niall chimes in. Where the hell did he come from?
"And who might your date be?" Harry interrogates.
"Hayley of course." Niall smiles at me, and I see Harry stiffen. I'm annoyed at Harry for accepting Leila's offer, so I'll bite back.
"That sounds like a fabulous idea. Tomorrow. 7 o'clock." I say, knowing I'll forget about all of this in the morning. Did I just agree to double date with Harry and Niall?
"Sounds like a plan!" Leila smiles. "See you guys then." and she walks away.
Oh my hell Hayley...