Heartbeat

Chapter 2

"Who?"

Shelby looked at me like I had a squid on my face. "Do you live under a rock? How do you not know who these people are?"

I looked at her. Then, I slowly turned my head towards them. They looked kinda familiar, but I really didn't know who they were. They could be models. They surely have the face for it. And the body. Bad Hanna you're getting off track here.

"Good grief she's thinking..." I heard Shelby mutter faintly. "They're members of One Direction for crying out loud!"

"One Direction? Aren't they a dance crew or something?"

"Dance cre- what? No! They're that British boy band!" She sputtered.

I looked to them for confirmation. Harry smiled his cheeky smile and said a measly hi. Zayn gave me this look that said "hurrduurr". Once again there was more staring. This time Harry decided to break the silence.

"Well now that we have introductions out of the way, how about you two have dinner with us?"

What?

"What?" said Zayn repeating my thoughts out loud.

"Yes!" I sighed. Only Shelby would break a chain of whats.

"Well then it's settled. Follow me." I gave Shelby a look that said 'as soon as there are no witnesses you're dead'.

Harry lead us to a table in the back of the restaurant where there were three other guys sitting. I'm guessing they also part of this 'boy band'. The one with blond hair looked up and upon seeing us smiled. Harry and Zayn sat down first, and I planned on sitting next to Harry to avoid sitting with jerk-face, but Shelby beat me to it, so I had no choice but to sit next to him. He seemed as unhappy with the seating as I was. When I looked over to Harry I thought I saw disappointment in his eyes, but shrugged it off. Must be a trick of the light.

One of the guys spoke up. He had brown hair and greenish-blueish eyes. "So Harry, Zayn. Care to introduce us to you're new friends?"

"Of course Louis. This is Hanna."

"Hiya." He turned to Shelby next. "And this is..."

"Shelby," she finished for him. "Hey"

"Harry shame on you! Bringing a beautiful girl to the table and not even learning her name first!" spewed Louis in a mock angry voice. " I'm Louis. Sorry for Harry's lack of awesomeness. I'll make up for it," he said with an innocent smile.

At that Shelby blushed. Blushed. Like an actual girl. I would have to ask her if she had a thing for Louis later. As the night went on we ate and joked around. They were actually pretty cool people. Except for Zayn. We pretty much ignored each other.

When we were done eating, Harry suggested we get drinks. Now I'm not much of a drinker, but as for Shelby, I've lost count on how many times I've had to pick her up from a club, or her coming home absolutely wasted. So of course she immediately agreed and I went along to make sure she has a ride home. The exciting life as Designated Driver.

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When we get to the club, I was moderately flabbergasted. I t was one of those high profile clubs that are super hard to get into. So don't judge me because my ego went up a few points when we could just walk through the door instead of waiting in line.

The inside was dark. The only lighting were the neon strobe lights that flashed everywhere. There was fog drifting on the floor. I was so distracted by the fog that when i looked up everyone was gone. I quickly looked around, trying to spot them, but no such luck. So instead i drifted over to the bar and sat down, still trying to catch sight of Shelby or the guys.

"What can I get you?"

I turned around to see the bartender looking at me. "What?"

"Can I get you anything?" he repeated.

"Uh...." I thought about it. I'm really not the type to drink...but one couldn't hurt right? "Vodka and Orange please." He nodded and went to fix the drink. He came back moments later with it in his hand and set it down in front of me.

"Enjoy."

I took a sip or the fruity alcohol. Wasn't so bad. I had downed the glass before I knew it. I went to get to bartender's attention.

"Yes?"

"Can I have another one of these?"

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"Unhh..." I groaned at the light that spilled in my line of sight as I slowly woke up. I blindly reach over to my bottled water that I always have on my night stand. You can understand how confused I was when I find nothing but air. My eyes flew open to find my water bottle, but looking around I realize it isn't there. Not because I forgot to get it before I went to bed. Not because Shelby moved it as a joke to irritate the OCD part of me.

It was simple. I wasn't in my room. I had a massive headache. Ah, hell. What the hell did I do last night. Who the hell did I do last night?

I took in my surroundings. Simple bedroom with only the basics. A hotel room. I shuffled out of the bed. My clothes are still on. Maybe I was too drunk to do anything other than pass out. I started looking for my shoes. I went to the bathroom to see if they were in there.

I heard a flush of the toilet.

Then, the door opened. I was standing in front of Harry Styles.

Crap.

He must have seen the horror on my face because he quickly started to explain my predicament. "Don't worry, we didn't sleep together. Well, we slept together but we didn't have sex."

I sighed in relief. "How did I end up here in the first place? Where exactly is here?"

"Well, the supposed designated driver got drunk, and we didn't know where you lived, so we just brought you and Shelby back to our hotel."

I narrowed my eyes. "Where's Shelby then?"

"We were gonna put you both in one room, but we had a little difficulty getting her and Louis separated. I think they might fancy each other."

At this I smiled. "Yeah, saw that coming last night."

We kinda just stood there for a while in silence.

"Well...I should probably go. I'm not sure if I had fun or not because I was drunk, but thanks anyway." I said looking awkward walking towards the door.

Harry threw a smile and opened the door for me. "I hope we can do this again."

I stepped out of the doer and turned to look at him. "You know what? That's the best thing I've heard all day."

"You just woke up." He said pointedly.

"I'm sure I won't hear anything better."

"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

He couldn't have been any more right. That was the day Harry Styles became my best friend.

A/N This story is dedicated to my first fan greeneyedparawhore! Thanks for the fan! And i love your username!

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