Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 8

"Ron, hurry up! He'll be here any minute!" Becca scolded, pushing me out of the bathroom.

I quickly scrambled to put my earrings on, rushing to finish getting ready.

It was Friday night, the night I was supposed to go out on my date with Niall. I was so nervous. It had quite literally taken me hours to even begin to get ready.

I ended up wearing a pair of white jeans again, only this time, rolling them up to my knees. My favorite top, a gold shimmery material that had straps running around my neck, adorned my torso. Black sandals were quickly put on to pull the outfit together.

My hair was done in loose beach wave curls, and I had a tad bit of mascara and eyeliner on.

"You look fit!" Becca chimed. I only shook my head, laughing.

I'd begun to come accustomed to the different terms they used here in Britain. For instance, fit meant hot, or pretty.

I twirled my fingers together, nervousness washing over my mind. I had a slight crush on Niall now, even if I was just getting him to break his tough guy shell open. Becca noticed my nervousness, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Ron, you're fine. Just remember what I said, be careful!" she instructed.

I smiled, hugging her tightly. A knock at the door interrupted us, butterflies erupting in my stomach. My gaze shifted to Becca's, a wide smile on her face, urging me to go answer it.

I took a deep breath as I opened the door, only to have my heart beat faster at who was on the other side. Niall was dressed in black jeans, and a white t shirt, a red snapback adorning his head.

"Well hell-...woah," he cut himself off, lowering his shades and looking me up and down. I blushed as a small grin appeared on his face.

"Damn Ron, you... You look...hot."

I giggled, smacking his arm. "You don't look so bad yourself, Horan," I teased, turning to wave goodbye to Becca. Niall peered in, waving to Becca as well. She raised an eyebrow, her arms folding over her chest.

"Take good care of my girl, Niall. You know what I'll do to you if you don't."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as he called, "Ya still have the same attitude as when I dated you, Bec. Don't worry, I'll keep 'er safe." I caught her rolling her eyes as we walked out of the room.

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"A-Are you sure we're at the right place?" I asked, frightened by the loud voices.

"Eh, yeah. Don't worry though, just stay close to me!" Niall called through the music. I looked around, groups of high and wasted people moving sluggishly catching my attention. I had no idea I'd be caught in the middle of this kind of party. However, I was able to relax a bit when Niall's grip on me tightened, a reminder that he was here to keep me safe.

As we ventured further back, I got more and more afraid. Especially when one of Niall's friends came up and tried to kiss me. I dove into the confines of Niall's shirt as he pushed his friend away, pulling me to the back of the room.

"Are ya ok?!" he asked in alarm.

Stunned, I barely whispered a yes. He hugged me, apologizing for his friends rude behavior. When he pulled away a small smile was on his face.

"Wanna dance?" he asked.

I nodded as he took my hand in his, leading me out to the dance floor.

For once I was actually having fun. We made up silly dance moves, turning heads, and earning crazy looks from other ongoing dancers. But we didn't care. And honestly? I was having a blast. That is, until a tall brunette came up and tapped my shoulder.