Like Dreamers Do (Niall Horan Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 11

“Why the fuck does she look so scared Zayn, what did you do?” Niall looked angry and torn in between heading over to us or staying put. As for me, it was as though someone had just cursed me so that I could no longer speak. My mouth had gone dry and I was quite literally frozen to the spot.

“Elli are you alright?” Zayn managed to slur out, losing his footing a bit whilst doing so. Suddenly, I felt completely sober.

By now, the man had caught me looking at him. He had ran to the other edge of the building as quickly as he could and was now out of sight. I started breathing rather heavily, my thoughts turning to mush.

That was when the tears started brimming in the corners of my eyes. 

“Shit I’m sorry, whatever I did I’m sorry!” Zayn stammered out, pulling me into a long hug. I couldn’t hug him back, I just sort of stood there.

“Don’t touch her.” I heard Niall shout out, sounding confident at first but his voice was wavering at the end. 

“I haven’t fucking done anything okay Niall?” Zayn shouted back, but he too sounded unconvinced. Oh god he probably thought I was about to cry because he had put his hand under my dress. Jesus I wasn’t that frigid. 

“He didn’t do anything, I just thought I saw – saw something but I’m fine, everything’s fine.” I managed to stutter out, crossing my arms to force Zayn to let go of me. He obliged pretty quickly, looking sheepish as his hand grasped the back of his neck.

“What did you see?” Niall asked me. I looked over to him quickly, and he looked away just as fast. Looks like I’d fucked things up there then.

“Nothing. Like I said I was probably just imagining things.” I looked to my feet and tried to get my breathing back to normal. “I think I should go home.”

There were no arguments there. Niall simply nodded his head and wandered back inside, leaving Zayn and I outside, where it was beginning to get very cold.

“Um, so you wanna stay at my house or something?” Zayn asked, placing a hand on my shoulder and staring me down again. It was weird now. Why did I have to do that? I could have actually managed to stay friends with them all, if I hadn’t gone and fucked it up.

If I went back to his house, it was pretty much agreeing to have sex with him, then I would most likely leave the next morning and never speak to any of them again. And if I went home, I would lose contact with all of them and never see them again. Either way, this really wasn’t going to work in my favour.

I should have definitely stayed home tonight. 

“I really should go home, I told my grandad I would be back sometime before midnight.” I lied, realizing I didn’t actually need to go home at all. Zayn looked at his watch then grinned.
“It’s one in the morning. You’ve already broken curfew, no harm in breaking it further.” He said slyly, sliding his hand down my arm. 

I frowned at his action. Had he forgotten that I was nearly in tears or did he simply not care? Or was he too concentrated on getting me to back to his house to even take any notice?

“I might as well go home.” I mumbled, pulling away and reaching into my bag for my phone. 

“Is this because of Niall?”

My head snapped up quickly at that. 
“Actually no. It has nothing to do with him.” I answered, turning back to my phone and dialling the number for a taxi.

“Then why are you acting like this? You were all over me two seconds ago.” He exclaimed, sounding a little pissed. “You shouldn’t fuck with people like that.”

I threw my phone back into my back and crossed my arms. 

“Are you kidding me? It’s not that difficult for you to go inside and find some other girl to fuck tonight, okay? God, what am I, the seventy sixth girl you’ve made out with this year?”

I wasn’t expecting him to burst out laughing but that’s what happened. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lighting it up quickly. 

“You’re so feisty.” He grinned, taking a long drag. “Come back to mine. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

I sighed. “I don’t doubt that Zayn, but I’ve got my own shit to deal with okay? Nice meeting you.”

Even I don’t know how I acted so cool, but somehow it worked. It was like something out of a movie, me marching off and leaving him as I wandered back inside.
And ran straight into Niall.

“Sorry!” I exclaimed, since I had nearly knocked him to the floor. He smiled, and brushed himself down.
“You gotta stop doing clumsy things around me.” He answered briefly. “You might actually cause some damage soon.”

Why did he have to be so cute, it just made me feel worse. I shook my head and looked up at him.
“Listen, about what happened out there-”
“It’s cool.” Niall interrupted, looking away from me. “As long as you’re alright.”
I nodded my head agreeing with him, even though I felt awful. 
“I’m going to try and get a taxi out the front.” I cried loudly over the music, heading towards the front of the club. Niall caught up with me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t be stupid, I’ll take you home.” He called over the music, placing his arm on the small of my back and leading me to the exit.
“Niall I might be kind of out of it myself but I think you might be a little too drunk to drive.” I exclaimed, smiling at him. He laughed and shook his head.
“I meant I’ll just ride in the car with you. Our driver will take you.” He finished, steering me towards Harry, who was busy flirting with the woman in the red dress he had his eye on earlier. 

“Elli! Where have you been?” Harry asked, pulling me into a hug. He was sober, weirdly enough. “Saw you disappear with Zayn for a while.” He winked, nudging me in the ribs.
“Urgh, never speak of that again.” I mumbled, crossing my arms. Harry smirked.
“He was that bad was he?” He asked innocently, and Niall cleared his throat.
“Actually we came over to say we’re going home. So I’ll catch you tomorrow yeah?”

Harry looked at us both, his yes travelling from one to the other.

“You guys are going home together aye?” He smirked. 

Jesus, I actually looked like the biggest slut in the world right now.

“No, I’m going home. To my house. Where I will most likely try and forget this night ever happened.” I sighed, unable to help my smile. Harry pulled me into a hug again and held it a bit longer.

“Well whatever happens, I’m really glad you came tonight.” He exclaimed over the music, and it was then I realized. I was more than likely never going to see any of these boys again. 
Louis and Liam wandered over too, each claiming it had been so great to meet me, and that they hoped we could meet up again soon.

It didn’t make me feel special. It made me feel like they were taking care of me, in a weird way. They had been acting this way all night, and I was more than determined to find out why.

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