"Emily this is your fourth shot since we got here. Don't you think you should let up a little bit?" I asked my best friend, Emily Brown. I love her to death, but sometimes she can be a, well for lack of a better word, slut. She's the kind of person who wears short skirts to school, and sleeps with a guy on the first date. And she is definitely the type of person who would get completely wasted just to hook up. I wouldn't be surprised if she left me tonight to go with some guy.
"I'm fine, Katie. Seriously. I can hold down a couple drinks. It's you I should be worried about. Ever since that dick, Tyler, cheated on you, you haven't been doing anything fun. So tonight is the night I get you drunk off your ass." She said with a smile on her face.
I just laughed at her, but she was right. I haven't had any fun since that night. It had been 3 weeks since I found him kissing another girl, but I still haven't completely gotten over it. I thought Tyler was the one for me. The one who would always be there; the one guy every girl dreamed about. Then, one day, I was at the mall with Emily, and I caught him with another girl. You can guess what came next. I was pretty hurt, well, I still am, but it's time for me to get over it. I guess he just wasn't the one for me.
"You're right, Emily. I need to forget that asshole, and have some fun for once in my life." I turned away from her and walked over to the bar. "One shot of tequila, please." The bar tender handed me my drink and I downed it all in one gulp. I loved the feeling it gave me, and I was so going to get wasted.
I was about to go ask the bar tender for another shot, when Emily started smacking my arm and silently screaming. I gave her a confused look, so she pointed toward the entrance of the club.
Immediately I saw what she was getting so excited over, and I have to say, I was quite surprised. I mean, who wouldn't be? The boys of One Direction were walking through the door way toward the dance floor.
Now, I don't know about you, but I am a huge One Direction fan, so it was incredibly hard for me not to freak out. I didn't want to look like an obsessed fan girl, so I acted like I didn't notice them. Well, I tried to pretend that I didn't notice them. It really ended up that I was staring at them every two seconds.
Emily was a little more calmed down, because she wasn't as big of a fan as I was, so she was just laughing at me the whole time. "I dare you to go talk to Harry." Emily smirked. She knew that I wouldn't turn down a dare, but this one was one of the hardest dares I have had to do. You see, I have a soft spot for Harry. I love all of them, but Harry's the one that makes my heart race.
"Oh gosh. I will get you back for this." I warned Emily. I turned on my heel and walked over to the five guys trying to dance on the dance floor. I honestly wanted to back down from the dare, just because I knew I would make a fool out of myself, but I also knew that Emily wouldn't let me. If she had to, she would drag me to them herself.
I opened my mouth to say something, when I was knocked off my feet by a women that was dancing. Falling and high heels aren't a good combination, so as I expected, when I tried to stand up, pain shot through my ankle, and I fell down once again.
I sat there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do, when I felt a pair of arms pull me to my feet and drag me to a booth, so I could sit down.
I turned to look at my Knight in Shining Armour, and my breath caught in my throat. There, looking at me, was Harry freaking Styles! Okay, no time for a fan girl session, Katie.
"Thanks for dragging me out of there." I said to him. Surprisingly, my voice came out quite calm, and not shaky like I thought it would. "I'm Katie, by the way.'
"Harry. And it's no problem really." Harry said in his amazing British accent. "I just didn't want you getting anymore hurt than you already are. Speaking of which, you should probably get that ankle checked out."
"Honestly, I would. But you see, I only came here with my friend, Emily, and she always gets completely wasted, so we took a taxi here. And by the looks of it," I said, looking around the club,"Emily left with some guy. I guess I have no way of getting anywhere tonight, considering she had the money." A sigh left my lips. Of course the one time I didn't bring money is the one time that I need it the most.
"I could drive you. I mean, only if you want me to. If not I could give you money and you could just call a taxi or something." Harry said. "I wouldn't mind driving you though. Honestly, I don't really even want to be here."
"Would you drive me? I would feel bad taking your money, and I do need to get my ankle checked out. I don't even remotely know or trust anyone else here, so....." I trailed off, not knowing what to say next. Harry is a widely known person. It's really quite mind blowing that he even helped me.
"Yeah sure. I'll drive you in a second. Let me just go tell the rest of the boys where i'm going. They saw me bring you over here, but they don't know what happened. Be right back."
As Harry walked away, I thought about what had just happened. I was talking to Harry Styles! Of all people to help me up it was him. And I was about to get in the same car as him. I did not expect that to happen. How many girls would love to be in my position?
Once Harry was back, he helped me to his car, and we started on our way to the hospital.
To say the drive was awkward was an understatement. It was beyond awkward, and we weren't even half way to the hospital. I was trying to create small talk, but that wasn't working.
Eventually I got tired of the silence, so I turned the radio on to 99.7, my favorite station. The end of the song Starships by Nicki Manaj came out of the speakers. I was singing along until the very last note.
The next song that came on was extremely cliche. What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction started coming out of the speakers. Harry smiled his cheeky smile, and he turned the volume up all the way.
"Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you." Harry was being very obnoxious, singing as loud and horrible as he could. It was a very funny sight to see.
By the time the song ended, we had turned into the hospital parking lot, and Harry was turning the car off. I opened my door and tried to step out, but he quickly came to my aid and helped me out of the car himself.
"Harry, you can go back to the club if you want. I can probably find out what to do from here." I told Harry. I didn't want to bother him any more than I already did. I probably ruined his night out with the boys.
"Katie, trust me when I say this. Being in Atlanta was fun the first time I was here, but we did everything there is to do at our Up All Night Tour. Now we are just trying to find ways to amuse ourselves, and to me, this is a lot more fun than having hundreds of girls grinding on me. I'd rather just spend time with one girl, and you seem like the fun type. Even if the time i'm spending with you is at a hospital." Harry told me. "Now let's get you checked in." And with that, we walked into the hospital.
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Hey guys, so this is my new fan fiction. Trust me when I say that I know it isn't good. I just wanted to write one. Maybe i'll get better as I go.
