Alexandra POV-

My jaw dropped, letting out a small gasp. Once I felt his steamy breath against my exposed skin, shivers went spiraling down my spine. My legs felt weak, almost like jello.

Did that seriously just happen?

From the corner of my eye, I glared at Harry who was looking back down at me. His emerald eyes were sparkling as a slight smirk tugged upon the ends of his lips, flashing his prominent dimples.

He totally knew the effect he just had on me.

Ass.

Fiddling with the hem of my shirt, I let out a puff of air, attempting to act as calm as I possibly could. Although, I could already feel the redness gradually growing on my cheeks.

Geez what the fuck is wrong with me? I barely knew this guy, yet he was being so..so sexual. In a way, I guess you could say that it was attractive…but also kinda creepy.

He was just messing with me anyways. He didn’t mean what he said.

“Alexandra, here’s your Mac and cheese! I heated it up for you.” Niall beamed after finishing his french fries completely.

Handing me the glazed white bowl, the smell of rich, cheesy pasta filled my nostrils. I couldn’t help myself from smiling widely, already forgetting about the sexual tension that had occurred moments before.

Niall acted completely normal as if nothing had just happened. He must’ve seriously been oblivious to what Harry just did.Thank god.

I clapped my hands repeatedly like a little girl in a candy shop and screeched, ” Yay! Thank you!”

Grabbing the spoon out of his grasp, I dug into my delicious meal. I threw my legs up on the coffee table and chomped on the food without a care in the world. I was stuffing my face. Literally.

Wow I’m so lady like. Note the sarcasm.

So, while I was gleefully finishing up my pasta noodles, the room fell silent.

I whipped my head up, curious to see why. Niall was biting into his ginormous burger, Harry was typing away on his phone, Zayn had his earphones plugged in, sprawled across the other couch (I mustn’t have noticed him walk into the room before) and Liam…he was staring at me.

Well, more like staring into my soul.

I shook my head, looking back at my empty bowl as if it was the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen. His gaze was so intense that I couldn’t bear to meet him eye to eye again.

I was still mad at him.

More like furious.

Evidently, the main reason why I didn’t want to come face to face with him was cause I might…

A) Physically attack him since my anger is beginning to boil up.

or worse…

B) Forgive him.

So, lets go with neither options.

La di da la la la ba da la la.

I couldn’t help but feel awkward in their presence all of a sudden. It didn’t feel right.

La di da la la la ba da la la . Imma just hum some tunes in my head to reduce my boredom and awkwardness.

La di da la la la ba da la la.

Okay, I should probably stop now because this isn’t normal.

Suddenly, realization hit me. I’m in a room with 4 sexy as fuck celebrities and all I’ve been doing is singing songs in my head.

Woah.

I must be a serious idiot. They probably regret having me as company now. Oh god.

I better begin to be a bit more talkative so they don’t think I’m socially awkward too. Which technically, I am. But they don’t need to know that.

But, in the back of my head I made a mental note to google ‘One Direction’ when I got the chance.

I wanted to know more about them. Al ot more. Except, I had a feeling Liam doesn’t think I know about his itsy bitsy boyband…

So, why not mess with him for a bit?

Which means, I’m not gonna ask them any questions about their “job” tonight. I’ll act clueless. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

Before I could even fathom what to say to act ‘cool and casual,’ the sound of a door slamming echoed through the room.

It was followed by, “MATES, WE ARE GOING OUT AND PARTYING! SO GET YOU’RE ARSES UP!”

Louis stormed inside, with a bottle of beer in his hands. I tensed up instantly at the look of alcohol.

I can’t blame it for ruining my life, but I do blame it for many of the causes.

Louis was pulling everyone up, demanding we all get dressed and ‘get ready.’

I rolled my eyes at the thought of even going to a club. That’s not my type of place. I’m into bookstores and such. I like more low-key things.

The boys hopped up eagerly followed by “woos!” and ” lets get wasted!”…but I just remained sitting, still
mesmerized by the inside of my bowl.

Abruptly, I was interrupted by Niall snapping his fingers in my face.

“C’mon love, go get ready! It’ll be fun” he winked.

Just from looking into his eyes, I found myself lifting my body up from the couch, obliging to his commands. Until, I turned my gaze and realized what I was doing. I instantly flew back down and folded my arms.

“I’m not going.”

“Why?” Niall lifted an eyebrow and plopped down to the seat next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a small shake to make sure I wasn’t zoning out again

"I don’t want to,” I replied bluntly.

“You have to come! Please! Just go for me?”

“Nah I think I’ll pass.”

His smile flipped into a frown, until it turned back to its original grin. He began to lean forward, our bodies
mere centimeters apart. And when I thought he was going to place his lips against mine, he began to peck sloppy kisses all over my skin.

From my forehead, to my nose, to my cheek, to my chin, he kissed every inch of my face. I couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably as he threw himself on top of me. After each little kiss he would beg “please” and then press his lips back onto me.

Ugh. Niall was just being too cute for me to handle.

Even though I dreaded going, I decided to acquiesce his request. I mean, how badly can tonight turn out?

In between my noisy titters, I managed to squeak a ” ST-AAAP”

Niall lifted his hands up in surrender after poking the tip of my nose. He was still straddling me and gave my lips one last, quick peck.

“Does that mean you’re coming?” He smirked.

Nodding my head reluctantly, I said, ” Yes, now you can get off me.”

“What if I don’t wanna? I wouldn’t mind kissing you one more time.”

“Save your sexy talk for later, Horan.”

“Alright babe, but there’s a lot more from where that came from,” he winked as he rolled himself off me and landed promptly on the floor. It was followed by a ‘hmmpf’ before he lifted himself up to his feet.

I was still lying on the couch, too comfortable to move. Well that is, until a pair of hands picked me up placed me swiftly onto the ground, so I was now standing.

"I could’ve gotten up myself, you know”

“Yeah, but I like the feeling of holding you in my arms.”

Narrowing my eyes to the floor, I was trying to hide the red glow that came over my face. I was blushing like mad and could barely hold in my toothy grin.

“Well, go get ready love. We don’t have all day,” Niall chirped while double tapping my bum. I let out a small squeak, hearing his small chuckles from behind.

Skipping over to my suitcase near the door, I unzipped it, then began frantically pulling out my clothes. I didn’t have much packed and was messing up all of my neatly folded tops.

“Shit,” I mumbled beneath my breath.

MAYDAY MAYDAY WE HAVE A PROBLEM:

Firstly, I’ve never been to a club before. How the fuck am I supposed to know what to wear?

Secondly, I don’t have many options to choose from, considering my bag is only full of my bare essentials.

Thirdly, I wanna look at least half-decent. I mean, I am going to a club with five ‘celebrities’ and I refuse look like a homeless slob for crying out loud.

Shit.

All I really know about nightclubs in London is, the less clothes you wear, the better. I know I shouldn’t dress like a tramp and I don’t really want to…but I can’t go out in sweatpants and a sports bra.. Can I? No, probably not.

Idk what it is, but I want to fit in with the crowd. The issue was, I really have nothing to wear.

Oh wait, I found something.

I came across at the very bottom, the only skirt I actually packed. Perfect.

It was a tight pencil skirt with a multi colored tribal pattern. To match with it, I pulled out a solid blue tank
top and would just wear my black bra underneath. For shoes..I don’t have many options. Actually, I have none. Looks like I’m gonna have to go with my black vans.(x)

Pushing my suitcase aside, I gathered my outfit and scurried to the bathroom. It took awhile to find, considering this hotel room is a fucking palace, but once I found it, the door was locked.

Curling my fingers into a fist, I knocked on the door about three times.

“Who is it?” the sound of Zayn’s sing song voice traveled through the door.

“Alexandra!”

“Okay, just gimme 30 more minutes.”

Is this kid for real? Aren’t girls supposed to take a long time in the bathroom and not the other way around?

"Are you joking?” I laughed half heartedly, hoping he was kidding.

"No. I’m doing my hair.”

” Zayn! Come on, let me in!”

“Nope.”

I began to knock on the door over and over again since I was frustrated and also just to annoy him. I didn’t stop. I just kept pounding my fist, waiting anxiously. Jesus Christ, I need to get ready too.

After two minutes, Zayn gave in. With a huff, he swung the door and stormed past me.

"I’ll just finish it in my room then,” he murmured, clearly aggrivated.

I ignored his rude brevity and slid inside as I threw my makeup bag on the marble counter. I decided to go with a more natural look, but still painted my entire face with concealer. Sighing in content, my scars and bruises were hidden. Thankfully.

After throwing my club attire on and leaving my hair straight, I took a glance at myself in the full length mirror attached to the wall.

Sadly, I was utterly dissatisfied with my appearance.It wasn’t my outfit that bothered me, it was my body, my face, my legs, my hair. Just everything about myself doesn’t please me.

I’m just full of flaws.

& Even the little things about myself tick me off. Like the way my nose sticks out too much and the fact that my eyes are spread too far apart. My smile looks half crooked and my ears aren’t the same size. My teeth should be whiter/straighter and my upper lip is far too thin. But sincerely, let’s not even talk about my stomach or thighs.

There’s really nothing I can do to fix the way I look so, this is the best it’ll get for tonight. I gathered up my belongings and strutted over to my suitcase where I threw everything back inside.

I could sense the boys were all chilling in the kitchen by the way the sound of their multiple voices lingered in that direction.

Moving closer, I was prepared to walk inside but an unforeseen feeling in the pit of my stomach told me not to. Maybe it was because I was scared they would call me ugly and make fun of my unattractive outfit. Or maybe it was cause I heard one of them say my name.

Maybe it was both.

“……Alexandra”

“Yeah I know.”

“Her phone keeps ringing and buzzing every five minutes.”

”Should we ask her what’s going on?”

“Lads, she would never tell us the truth in a million years.”

“Then should we go through her phone?”

This question was followed by several, maybes, yes’ and no’s.

Disappointingly, they were whispering so quietly, I couldn’t penetrate which voice matched what person.
But, whoever even considered looking through my messages deserves to be punched in the ribs. Or their baby making parts. Yeah, thats even better.

Isn’t it quite obvious that my phone is my personal privacy? For fucks sake, why are they so nosey anyways?

Note to self: For now on, keep my iPhone on me at all times.

Letting go of my newfound anger, I feared they might actually go through wit their plan and take my cell.

Revealing myself, I fake coughed to get their attention. All five of their heads snapped up in unison as I
gave them an awkward hand wave. I settled with pretending that I never heard their discussion, but began to feel self conscious when none of them waved back or said anything. It was like the entire room froze and they each just had their eyes laid on with me. I coughed again, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I guess I looked worse than I thought huh?

”..Should I go change my clothes or….?

They all shook their heads and finally, Liam broke the silence, ” No, you look great Al.”

I didn’t say a word back, not even a thank you. I didn’t dare to look at him and luckily, someone spoke up right after him.

"I agree, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks Niall,” I smiled warmly. But, using my peripheral vision, I could see Liam with a scowl on his face, glaring at me then back at Niall.

“Okay, Okay, we all know Alexandra looks hot. But, can we go now?” Harry whined as we all laughed in response.

“Yep! Lets head out! There’s a car waiting outside for us!”

We all followed behind Louis, as I stayed closely beside Niall.

Oh boy, I wonder what this night will bring.

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