Dancing in the rain.

How? How did I get caught up in all this mess? Why was I the one there on that night? At that party? There he was so vulnerable. Practically a stranger. I could have just left him. Should have. Should of gone and told Harry or Zayn or one of his friends where he was and gone home. But I didn't. I was stupid and reckless. And drunk. God was I drunk. And now look at what I've got myself into. But who would have thought? Niall Horan and plain old kiwi raised me, Harmony Nicole. Huh. And how was I supposed to know what would happen? Oh god… it started with just a kiss. I guess it only takes that one spark to start a burning flame.