Chapter 14

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Amanda's POV

"What the hell are we doing here?" I ask Harry, as he pulls up to a club.

"I thought you needed to have a good time, so I brought you here." He says.

"You said something was wrong, not that you wanted me to go to a club!" I yell at Harry.

"Not my idea, it was his." He points to Niall, standing out side the door. I get out of the car, putting on my shoes.

"Wow, you look great!" He smiles at me.

"What the hell is all this?" I ask him.

"I thought you could use some cheering up, so I threw you a party." Niall says.

"You did?"

"Yes. You weren't going out as much and I am your best friend I could tell something was wrong even if you weren't going to tell me." He gives me a hug.

'I was really pissed at you, but now I am excited." I smile at him.

As soon as I enter the building I am separated from Niall. I try looking aorunf but there are so many people in this place.

"Hi." Someone said from behind me.

"Hello?" I turn around and find a girl behind me.

"I am so sorry for what I did. I didn't know he was in a relationship when we did that. I didnt mean to hurt anyone." She rushes out.

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings with Harry." She says louder, thinking I can hear her.

"Oh, you are the girl who was making out with him that day?" I ask. She nods her head.

"Shit, now I like you!" I walk away from her and get something to drink. Tonight is going to be a long night. I finish my drink and order another one, now looking for Niall in the crowd. I look all around but then finally find him standing in the back.

"Hey stranger." I go up to him.

"Hi." He smiles.

"I need more to drink." I look at my empty cup.

'How about we get something to drink, then dance?" He ask. I nod as he takes me hand and leads me threw the people. He orders me some weird drink that burned as it went down but I didnt care. We go to the dance floor a few minutes later. We were dacning face to face, then things got more intence. Drink after drink I started to remember less and less. The last thing I remember was going into the room upstairs.

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