Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

12

  As I ate my sandwich down the road, I looked for the 'humongous house on the beach' as Trevor described it. I found it no less than five minutes. The house seemed to be three stories high and had people walking in and out of the driveway. I parked on the other side of the road and finished my sandwich. I grabbed a large clip out of my purse to hold my long hair, twisted my hair in an up-do, and clipped the clip in my hair to fasten it.

  I looked down at myself and shrugged thinking that I looked decent enough to go to a party. I had a leopard print blouse on and some skinny jeans with some low cut black boots. I fixed my makeup in the mirror quickly and carefully got out of the car and went into the house. As my boots hit the pavement, I knew that I shouldn't be coming here. Wether or not I knew Harry was there, I knew that this party was going to be a bad idea for me.

  Right when I entered the door, I saw people partying and drinking. My mind was telling me to turn around, but I never did. As I looked around the marvelous house, I bumped into somebody and quickly apologized. The man turned around and I smiled to see who it was. "Niall?" I smiled. "Flo?" he said in return. "Hey!" I said as I hugged him. "What are you doing here?" Niall asked as we departed. "To be honest, I don't know. I just felt like partying," I said honestly.

  He smiled and said,"Well, I'm glad you're here. The party just started about an hour ago and I think that the Boys are here." He led me upstairs to another level of people and over to a group talking and laughing together. "Hey Guys, look who's here," Niall said pulling me into the group with him. They all looked surprised and greeted me with kindness.

  After we greeted each other, I said,"So I heard this is your party, Zayn." "Yep, the first one of the summer," he smiled. "It's amazing so far. I love the house," I complimented. "Thanks," he smiled. All of a sudden, the music changed to an upbeat song and Niall's eyes widened. "Flora, come with me," he smiled. "Why? What are we doing?" "Dancing of course!" he said grabbing my wrist. Before I could decline he led me over to the dance floor.

  He started dancing like a pro and I stood there awkwardly. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Can't dance," I replied over the loud music. "And you think I can?" he laughed, "It's easy, just feel the music." I did as he said and Niall smiled. "You're doing great," he smiled. I nodded and blushed at his compliment and kept dancing.

  Niall soon enough started twirling me around and we both sang to the song happily. I laughed at how Niall could be so enthusiastic while dancing and we ended up dancing for a long time. After a while, my feet started to ache and I wanted to take a break. "Niall, my feet are killing me. Can we take a break?" I pleaded. "Of course! Lemme go get us some drinks," he said leaving as soon as he finished his comment.

  I went over to a brown, leather couch and rested my feet as I pulled out my phone. I saw that I got a text from Ashton and a missed call and voicemail from Michael. I unlocked my phone and immediately replied to Ashton. 

Ashton-

Hey, wanna watch a flick at my place??

Me-

I would love to, but i'm doing something rn

  After I finished texting Ashton, I listened to Michael's voicemail. "Hey, Flora! We were just wondering what you were up to. You always have your phone with you, so why the hell didn't you pick up?" Michael greeted. "She's busy, dumbass! Why else wouldn't she not pick up the phone?" Calum scolded. "Calum, why are you in my room in the first place?" "Because you were calling Flo!" "Get out!" Michael yelled.

  I heard mumbling and footsteps before a big slam from Michael's bedroom door. "Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, call us back when you get a chance or whatever. See ya," Michael said before the voicemail ended. I laughed at how Calum and Michael fought 24/7. It was always a show to see, because when they fight, they look like cute stuffed bears fighting over a marshmallow.

  As I was about to call him back, I stopped myself. I couldn't let them know where I was. If I did, they would all be so overprotective and wouldn't let me have any fun. So before I could press Michael's contact, I restrained myself and decided against it. Before I knew it, Niall was back with our drinks.

  "Hey, I thought you would be here," he said handing me a red cup. "Is this alcohol?" I asked. "Nah. I remembered the first time I ran into you.. literally," he laughed and continued,"I remembered that you didn't reek of Vodka. So this is just punch." "Okay, thanks," I giggled. Niall took a sip of his alcohol and ran a hand through his lilac hair. 

  "Do you have a girl?" I asked out of the blue. "No, but I wish I did.. What made you ask that?" "I would think that that lilac hair of yours would attract lots of girls as well as your tatts," I said before I took another sip of my drink. He chuckled and said,"Do you fancy them?" "What? No," I lied. "Liar," he said playfully nudging my arm. "Okay, okay, I've always liked a guy with cool hair and some ink, but don't take that the wrong way. You're my friend."

  "I'm touched," he chuckled. I laughed and bit my lip. "Do you have a guy?" he asked. "Nope.. I've only had one kiss in my life and I have never had a boyfriend before. I'm always a loser when it comes to that stuff," I said. "No you're not. If you have had a kiss before, than you're not.. Who was your first kiss?" I started to blush and shake my head. "C'mon! Tell me!" he begged. "No, Niall!" I laughed lightly. 

  He rolled his eyes and smiled. "I won't tell. I promise." "How can I trust you?" He smirked and spit in his hand holding it out to me. "Spit sware," he said. "Ew no. Okay, I'll tell you.. It was Harry," I whispered in his ear. His eyes widened and he nodded approvingly. "Nice," he said. I giggled and took another sip of my drink. When I looked up, I saw Liam and Louis running toward us.

  "Niall, you have to help us," Louis panted. "What is it, Mate?" "Two guys are beating up each other. Zayn is trying to stop it right now, but he can't hold it off for long," Liam replied. "Damn it." Niall swore,"I'll be right back, Flo." Niall and the boys ran off upstairs and I got worried about them. They were pretty big guys though, so I shook away my nerves.

  I got up off of the couch and went downstairs to find that people were dancing like crazy to the loud music. I leaned against a wall and watched them all dance. Some of them were very good, but there were also a few that couldn't dance at all. Either way, they were all having a great time. I saw a guy walking up to me that looked just like the rest of the people at this party-punk.

  I smiled politely, but he returned with a lustful smirk. I felt very uncomfortable and looked around the room nervously. "Who are you?" he breathed. "Florence," I replied. "Well Florence, would you like to have some fun with me?" he asked. "I-I don't really dance.." I drifted off. "I didn't mean that kind of fun," he said as he bit his lip.

  I tried to swallow my fear and shook my head. "Why not?" he asked as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I-I uh.." "Scared? Don't be.." he said as he placed his hand on my hip. I wanted to swat his hand away, but I was frozen like a statue and couldn't be moved. "Come with me," he said gripping my wrist tightly. 

  I felt a wrenching pain in my wrist and tried to pull away. "You're hurting me," I whimpered. "Sometimes you have to use force to do what you want to do," the boy said darkly. He placed his hand on the hem of my pants and I froze again. "Stop touching me like that," I said softer than I hoped. "What's going to stop me?" he asked with his lips almost against mine.

  "I am."