Mixed Up // Harry Styles

Three

Picture of Mia on the side.

                                           CHAPTER THREE

     “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you.” Eleanor belts out the first few lines of the chorus to the song now playing throughout the club.

     “Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.” Danielle finishes for her, the both of them dancing with one another.

     “Come on Hols,” Perrie encourages, slipping her heels off and shoving them beneath the table the boys and Mia are sitting at, along with myself.

     “I don’t feel like dancing,” I protest and sink further into my seat, covering my face with my hands.

     “Come on, don’t lie to yourself.” She chuckles, taking hold of my hands in hers, pulling me up and dragging me in the direction of the dance floor.

     “Nice of you to join us,” Eleanor comments paired with a smile.

     I return the smile, although half-heartedly. All of us take hold of each other’s hand tightly as we continue to dance throughout the night, occasionally being joined by the boys to warn off any unwelcome visitors; Mia joins us but being watched closely by Harry.

     It wasn’t long after that I feel two arms wrap themselves around my waist; pulling me out of arm's reach of anybody I know or feel comfortable with. It’s only when I hear the familiar Irish accent asking what I’d like to drink that I begin to relax again.

     “Just vodka, please,” I tell him.

     He pokes his tongue out in disgust and scans the bar menu for a suitable drink for himself, nothing satisfying his needs.

     “What do you suggest then?” I dare ask.

     “How about some Jägerbombs,” He suggests without a second thought, already ordering six each for us both.

     I sit patiently on one of the stools, swinging my legs like a child, Niall continuing to stare at me like he did just two hours ago. Choosing to ignore it, I look into the dancing crowd instantly picking out everyone we came to the club with dancing to the upbeat song playing through the speakers.

     “What do you think of the engagement?” Niall asks again for the second time this night.

     “Truthfully?”

     He nods his head, encouraging for me to give my opinion.

     “I hate it. I hate him, I hate her, I hate everyone and I don’t even know why,” I blurt out all at once, folding my arms onto the bar top and throwing my head brutally onto them, my forehead slapping angrily against my wrist.

     “I was expecting that,” Niall adds, rubbing my back soothingly.

     I sit back up and place my hands back onto my lap, raising my eyebrow at him in question.

     “I’m not as stupid as everyone thinks,” He cheekily winks, handing over my six Jägerbombs. “On the count of three, we begin to down them. OK?”

     I nodded my head, already taking one into my hand and pressing it against my lips, the taste of it already tingling my taste buds and sending them nuts.

     “One, two, three…”