Laura's PoV
After finishing some homework I started to get ready for Zayn's party. Hoping she wouldn't recognise them, I put on some clothes Grace got me a while ago. I sprayed some perfume -that I'd worked extra shifts to pay for- and snuck out of the house, knowing that if I left unnoticed then no one would actually notice my absence. Catching the bus to a few streets away from Zayns, I walked to his house, all the while thinking about the boy from earlier today. I'd learnt his name was Niall and he has moved here from Ireland recently. His hair and eyes together reminded me of the beach; the sand and water. I never really got to speak to him, but he smiled at me after class. Is it pathetic that I've been thinking about that one smile all day?

I stepped inside Zayns house (which was about 5 times the size of mine) and immediately smelt sweaty bodies and alcohol. I looked to what had become the dance floor and my eyes straight away went to Harry...grinding with Sophia. Are you fucking kidding me? Asshole. Rolling my eyes, I stormed into the kitchen to get a beer. I took a gulp of it and scanned the room, looking for Grace. Guess she's not here yet.

"Laura, right?" I jumped at the voice, Turing around to come face to face with Niall.

"Uhh...yeah." I stuttered.

"I'm Niall." He smiled. Oh holy mother of god his smile.

"Hi Niall." I replied. I mentally face palmed myself.

"Are you from around here? You don't sound it." I giggled.

"Actually I'm Australian, I moved here when I was really little but managed to still get an accent." I winked.
"You're not from around here either." I remarked.

"Dublin, Ireland. Land of Leprechauns." He winked. I was about to say something when I saw Grace walking through the door, looking way better then me I might add.

"Oh I gotta go, my friend just got here." I smiled and started to walk away.

"Wait!" I turned back around.

"Any chance I can have your number?" He bit his lip.

"Ask me again when I've got a little more alcohol in me." I smirked and walked off, making sure to sway my hips as I did. I went over to Grace and said hi. She recognised the clothes...maybe it would be a bit easier if I just told her I wasn't rich like her. I told her I saw Harry was grinding on a slut and she stormed off towards him. I felt so bad for her, when would she realise the guy she 'loves' is a total scumbag. I watched and she snapped at a drunk Harry who was about to go upstairs with Sophia. Scowling, I shook my head.

"Hi again." Not registering the voice I turned around, still scowling.

"What." I snapped, then realised it was Niall.

"Oh-um-I...." He stuttered.

"Sorry I didn't mean to snap, its just.....why they hell are you friends with him?" I pointed to Harry.

"Harry? He's great!" I raised my eyebrows.

"He's a complete dickhead!"

"Maybe at first, but you gotta get to know the guy. It's just an act, the dickhead thing. He's a good guy, I promise." He tried to assure me. I sighed, looking at the tired look on Graces face that I know all to well.

"Then why can't he be a good guy to her?

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