Nightmare

Chapter 7

I slipped into a short pink dress that was tight around all my curves.

"Make Harry jealous when other boys look at you. Look amazing."

Was what Zayn had told me earlier that day.

So I tried my best. The dress made me look skinny yet curvy. I liked it.

I then put on a pair of black heals and then put on a gold necklace and earrings.

After I done my makeup; foundation, smokey eyes, blusher, lipstick, all that stuff, I went downstairs to be greeted my Louis.

"Hey there, beautiful." He smirked. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. "I'm kidding! But you look great."

"Uhh thanks." I let a small smile form on my lips then I went into the kitchen to find Zayn.

"Louis is creepy. I apologise." Zayn chuckled.

"It's okay. Anyway, I don't look too slutty?" I laughed.

"No. You look like someone he would go for." Zayn said glancing at me.

"So I look like a whore?" I muttered.

"No." He laughed. "You look fine. When's he picking you up?" Zayn changed the conversation just as the sound of a car horn was heard.

"Right now." I laughed. I went to turn on my heel when Zayn spoke.

"Wear the leather jacket." He demanded.

"Why?"

"He needs to know you're still one of us."

"Fine." I walked out of the kitchen, into the hall. I grabbed the jacket off the coat hanger then went outside.

Harry's black range rover was still in his driveway.

What a gentleman.

He couldn't even get out to come meet me or even open my door. He stayed in the car and didn't even look at me till I climbed into the passenger seat.

He double glanced at me, "Holy fuck, Yasmine." He breathed out. "Looks like I will need to fighting off a lot of boys tonight."

I rolled my eyes.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"No shit." I muttered.

"Woah someone's cranky. This will be fun." Harry winked and I just looked away.

Sexy, be sexy.

"So," I started, facing him. "Where's the party?" I asked smirking.

"The warehouse." He answered he then started backing out of his driveway.

"That was where Louis was stabbed?" I asked.

"Yup. That's our place. Everything goes on there."

"Okay." I answered then looked out the window. "So like, is everyone here part of your gang?" I asked.

"No. Only seven people are in mine. The rest are in other gangs. Who, by the way, hate your brother." He laughed.

"Great." I laughed along with him.

The drive to the party was short but boring. We didn't speak and there was no music playing.

I did try to turn on the radio but Harry turned it right back off again saying he 'hates the music they play'.

When we got there Harry showed no sign of being a gentleman when I had to open the car door for myself.

Music was blasting from the abandoned warehouse. Nobody was outside though unlike other parties.