Through The Dark(Niall Horan)
A few days later I was awoken by Niall yelling at someone on the phone. “No! I won't do it. She is my best friend. You don't understand. I want those pictures taken down. Now!” He yelled. Great, he was arguing with someone about me. “She doesn't deserve this. Do whatever you can to get them removed.”
Flashback to the night before. Alis had the bright idea that we should all go out and let off some steam. The boys had been busy playing shows, doing interviews and recording their next album. I obviously had my own problems, so why not?
We all got ready, Alis forcing me to wear the dress we had bought the day prior. I had to admit, I did look hot. I styled my hair into soft waves and Alis once again did her best to cover up the bruise around my eye.
I did a final mirror check while Alis slipped into her heels. “Hey, maybe now I can actually kiss Harry without standing on my tip toes.” She joked standing up.
“Someone say kiss?” Harry popped his head into the room. “Wow, babe. You look amazing!” He walked over and placed a kiss a Alis' lips.
“Thanks Haz. You look pretty great yourself.” She looked him up and down, admiring his tight jeans and button down shirt. His hair was still curly but more pushed back.
Niall walked in, wearing his usual. Tight jeans, a tshirt and a jacket. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me. “Whoa.”
My cheeks flushed as I looked down at my outfit. I pulled at the hem of my dress, trying to get it to go down as far as it would go. Ever since Alis brought up Niall being in love with me, I've been a little weird around him. I mean, what if it was true? I didn't want to lead him on.
“Is it too much?” I questioned.
Niall shook his head. “No, no. You look amazing.” He smiled and I ignored the butterflies in my stomach.
“Let's get going!” Liam called from the hall. I grabbed my purse and we all made our way downstairs to the taxi.
“Teagan I can see your bum.” Louis joked, standing behind me as I tried to get into the taxi. Heels and a short dress, not as easy as I hoped.
“Buzz off!” I huffed, plopping down next to Niall as he laughed.
“You never were the dress and heels type of girl, Teag.” Niall smiled, looking down at my outfit again.
“I blame Alis.” I pouted.
Alis stuck her head between me and Niall from a few rows back. “Blame me all you want, you look hot and you know it.”
“Alis, sit down. And get your bum out of my face.” Zayn groaned pulling her back.
“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!” Alis laughed slapping Zayn's hand, settling back into her seat next to Harry.
I laughed to myself, deciding tonight was going to be fun. I wasn't going to worry about what was going on in London, or if my parents were going to come find me. I wasn't going to act weird around Niall in case he was “in love” with me. I was going to be me, and I was going to have fun.
Well, me having fun included a lot of mixed drinks, shots, and dancing with random guys. You ever tried to keep a dress down while dancing? Not as easy as you would think. After a few drinks, I started not to care. I was a sloppy mess, and I could tell Niall was not amused. He pulled me away from the guy I was dancing with.
“Hey! He was cuuuute!” I pouted as he pulled me towards the VIP area.
“You're smashed.” Niall shook his head pulling down the hem of my dress. “You were practically flaunting your ass around out there.”
I shrugged. “So what if I was?”
Niall just sighed, shaking his head at me. “We're done here. Lets go.”
“No.” I protested. “I want another drink.” I started to make my way over to the VIP bar when I tripped and almost fell, but Niall caught me.
“No more drinks for you. We're going.” Niall helped me steady myself and then lead me out of the club. As we made our way to the exit, I could see the flashes of cameras. Paparazzi were stalking the exit to get the best pictures of all of the celebrities in the club that night.
“Shit.” Niall cursed under his breath. He snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Don't say anything to them.” He whispered in my ear.
I nodded as I stumbled my way out of the club with him. “Niall! Niall who's the girl?” One yelled at him. “Are you two dating?” “New girlfriend?” “What's her name?” “When did you meet?” “Slut!” Another one yelled, which caught my attention.
I turned too look at them, to say something. I took a step and that was the last thing I remember. According to Niall, and the pictures all over the internet, I tripped and smashed my face into the ground. Well at least I wouldn't have to cover up my bruises anymore, right?
The bad news? My dress slid up as well. I wasn't wearing anything under it, seeing it was so tight and all. Wonderful, I was the new Paris Hilton and my bum and lady bits were all over the internet. Niall was doing his best to get them taken down, but what's the point? They're never going to go away.
I sighed and hid my face under a pillow. I was fucking everything up for Niall. Management was going to have his head on a platter, or mine. “Niall Horan, dating club slut.”
Niall pulled the pillow away from my face. “You didn't ruin anything for me.” He sat down on the bed next to me. “No you didn't say that out loud, I just know how you are. Now stop beating yourself up, I ordered hangover food.”
I don't deserve him.
I have a plan. You don't know what it is, because there aren't many hints in this chapter, but you'll see very soon.
I hope you enjoyed! :)