The Trust Bar (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (on hold)

The Best Day

   Heyyyy well this chapter will surely be different. I think. I’m just going to type what I want to type and it will come out as it comes out. So just be prepared! I have heard from an anonymous source that One Direction know what Wattpad is so just keep an eye out for ‘em! I NEED to talk to them, I don’t care how desperate it sounds, I NEED to talk to them. Now call me what you want, but I do. Those of you who are 1D fans, you know what I mean. So I’m not the only ‘desperate’ one out there. Anyway here’s the next chapter of my story, I’ve already lost count. Oh, here’s some info I’ve decided to let this fan fiction be a series. There will be two, maybe three books in it. Probably just two though. So just be prepared for surprises and crap and gossip and all that stuff that I can’t think of!

Harry’s P.O.V

   “We’re. Going. To. A. Club??!!” Taylor basically screamed, when I pulled up in front of the building.

“Yes. Now come on!” I cut the engine and looked at her.

“Harry! I am NOT going into a club!” She looked at me as if I just asked her to murder someone.

“Why not?” I had my door opened, ready to get out. Taylor was the only thing stopping me.

“Because…because..I’m just not going into a club!”

“C’mon, you’ll be fine.”

“For one, I can’t dance and second, Makayla has made me watch videos of One Direction ‘dancing’” She used air quotes on dancing, “I’m sorry, but you can NOT dance. You don’t even need to try.”

“I hope you know, that was just for fun, that’s not really how I dance.”

“I don’t know if I want to see how you dance, even if you can dance better than in those videos, I can’t dance. So I’m not going into the club!”

“You are no fun. What so ever!”

“Okay, you can go into the club, I will sit here until you are drunk and ready to leave, then I’ll drive you home.”

“No, you’re coming in the club, and I promise I won’t drink.”

“That’s a promise you’ll break.”

“No I won’t.”

“OK, well if I see you even lay ONE finger on a shot glass I will walk out and walk home.”

“YAY!” I hopped out of the car and helped her out. I ran into the club like an eager child. The dude stopped me asking for my ID, I showed it to him, then waited for Taylor to show him her ID before I went in. I immediately went to the dance floor and stood there waiting for Taylor. Please Don’t Stop The Music was playing so loud you could feel it right to your bones. Taylor had to tell to talk to me.

“Harry, I don’t know how to dance. And I’m not letting you teach me either.”

“Just let the music move you!” She stood there staring at me as if she had no idea what I meant. I grabbed her hand and twirled her around. She landed with her back pressed against my chest, laughing. “Dance with me,” I whispered into her ear. I felt her hesitate before turning around and smiling at me, making me smile.

  She ended up dancing like she knew how to before we even walked in. To make her laugh I even did my little dancing impression. She just about fell over laughing. I did too. I mean I laughed because of how hard she was laughing. The guys and I videotaped ourselves ‘dancing’ a while back, and I guess she saw it, so I did the same thing again.

“OK, see my point you can’t dance! You’re even worse than the others! I don’t know them by name but you’re the worse!”

“I know!” She laughed even harder, nothing was really that funny. Last time I checked my watch it was midnight. And I don’t know exactly how long ago that was. Louis’ going to mad. No he won’t. Liam will be the mad one. Daddy Direction had anger issues. Kind of. But Taylor seemed to be having fun. She acted like all of her worries and fears disappeared, like none of them happened, which is exactly what I came here for. So, she could forget, and looks like she did.