CHAPTER 2 – Josie POV –

Valerie and Catherine had wanted to take me to this club for a while. They say I've been single too long for someone who's been 17 for 3 months. My last boyfriend dumped me when I was 14. I genuinely don't care but they reckon there's a whole psychology that if you're single at 17 you're less appealing to men though surely you're more appealing if you're unattached? I don't know; they think it will affect relationships for the rest of my life.

I know for a fact it won't.

None-the-less, I'm here. Val looked really hot in her dress and Cathy had managed to make casual shorts and tee work for a club. No fair. They'd both have guys all over them when we got there. Then again that'll give me a chance to escape.

When we'd seen those boys walk in, Val and Cathy admired how hot they all were (and I couldn't argue with that). They were all blessed with incredibly good looks though one of them grabbed my attention more than the others; he was skipping about and pulling faces; making his friends laugh and I couldn't help but laugh as he swished his long dark hair out of his cute blue eyes.

As the night went on I found myself watching the blue eyed boy. I hoped he didn't catch me because that would be so humiliating.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Cathy asked.

"He'd never go for someone like me." I muttered.

"They're all looking at us now?" Val stated. We all looked round.

He was looking at me.

Straight at me.

Our eyes met for a magical moment before tearing my eyes away. I know he wasn't looking at me because he liked me; he probably thought I was dressed weird because my skirt was halfway down my thigh rather than halfway up my ass.

"The blonde one's cute." Val smiled, twirling her hair.

"They're all fit as!" Cathy gushed.

"And we all know why you came tonight." Val rolled her eyes.

"It's got nothing to do with Olly!" Cathy protested.

"No, just to do with you getting over Olly." I teased and Val and I laughed. Cathy narrowed her eyes then relaxed.

"Screw it. I'm not going to pretend I'm not here to find a fling." Cathy admitted and we all laughed. The blue eyed boy went to get more drinks for his friends and my eyes followed while Cathy and Val discussed some other guys across the dance floor. The blue eyed boy turned towards me and I looked away, hoping that he hadn't seen me staring in his journey to whatever he was going to look at.

"What do we want girls?" Cathy asked, getting out her purse. I ordered a coke though the others ordered alcoholic drinks. I didn't come here to get drink.

The blue eyed boy kept glancing at me; why is such a hot boy looking at me? He and his friends moved to the dance floor and his moves made my friends and I laugh, which was good because they won't ask me why I was looking at him again.

After about 20 minutes the light brown haired boy with big brown eyes talked to my blue eyed boy. They looked at me again. I met his yearning eyes and he smiled. I looked at the floor, blushing, smiling and biting my lip before turning back round.

He was looking at me. Not Cathy or Val but me.

"Just go talk to him already!" Val whined.

"No, he'd much rather talk to one of you-" I was interrupted by being turned round and pushed in his direction. I think his friend had done the same. I paused, biting my lip; can I back out and run home now?

He stepped forward, his eyes pleading me to meet him in the middle. When I was finally stood in front of him, I could help but loose myself in his eyes; he really did take my breath away.

"Sorry, my friends thought you were looking at me." I apologised. He probably just wanted a fling like Cathy did. I looked down at the floor, almost certain that he'd rather be talking to someone else. I tucked my hair behind my ear and wished I could be anywhere but here; so I wasn't likely to embarrass myself.

I could see him smirking in the corner of my eye and my heart melted just a little bit; he had such a nice smile. "I was. I still am."

I looked up at his words; me? Really?

Oh my God, he actually likes me! He's so confident and cute and from a distance you cannot tell how muscly he is!

I held my hand out to him and smiled. "My name's Josie."

He shook my hand. I love his hand. It fit with mine like a jigsaw piece. "I'm Louis." His voice! Oh my God, I could listen to that for the rest of my life!

The quick paced song then finished and the DJ announced something about 'slowing things down a bit' and Louis smiled down at me. "May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing a little, such a gentleman!

I could only nod as he took my left hand in his right and placed one hand on my hip. It was warm and comforting and didn't feel awkward; being so close to soon after learning each other's names.

We only swayed slightly, moving in a small circle throughout the 4 minutes of the song.

"Okay, that's enough slow dancing for now." The DJ announced and Louis and I let go of each other.

"Can I get you a drink?" He offered. I smiled.

"Sure." He took my hand and we left the dance floor, ordering our drinks and sitting in a quieter corner of the club.

I sipped at my drink and looked at Val and Cathy (if I didn't keep an eye on them who knows what would happen!). My attention was soon drawn to Louis friends, specifically the curly haired one.

He was, err, thrusting and making what some call 'kissy faces' at Louis.

"Harry," he sighed. "Sorry about him." He apologised.

"It's fine. I'm surprised my friends haven't done anything yet." Genuinely, I am. Cathy and Val are actually nightmares.

"I think they have." Louis pointed out. I looked at them and they were also making rather sexual dance moves. We both cringed and turned so we couldn't see them.

"I shouldn't be here." I sighed.

"Why not?" Louis asked.

"Well, I had to sneak out. I'm going to be grounded for 3 months. I only came because Val and Cathy dragged me." I explained.

"Oh. Are you glad you came?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah."

"So explain your friends." Louis said turning back to the dance floor.

"Val's the one with the dress and the black hair. She has a thing for blonde guys. And Cathy is the platinum blonde in the shorts. She just broke up with Olly because he cheated on her with some girl called Alyssa."

"Alyssa Bryant? She's the slag that cheated on Harry!" Louis exclaimed. Harry was the curly haired boy making kissy faces, wasn't he?

"Olly was a dick anyway. She just wants a fling tonight."

"So does Harry." Louis agreed.

"Now you explain your friends."

"Okay, Harry's the curly haired one. He's the baby of the group; only just in lower 6th. Niall's the blonde one, he's Irish. He's not much older than Harry. Liam's in the middle; he's almost 17. He's probably the clumsiest boy you'll ever meet. Zayn's the quietest of us all but he knows when to say the right thing."

"Which one's Liam and which one's Zayn?"

"Liam's got kind of curly hair and Zayn's the black one."

"Ooh! Got it! So Niall's Irish, Harry wants a one night stand, Zayn's thoughtful and Liam falls over things a lot?"

"Basically yeah."

"So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Who's Louis?"

"I'm Louis." He smirked.

"Never mind." I sighed.

"Why don't you tell me who Louis is at the end of the night?" He asked, lifting my chin to meet his gaze.

"You'll need to tell me something about you then." I agreed, resting my hand on his cheek. I let my face draw nearer to his; I closed my eyes, anticipating Louis' lips on my own.

"Hey Lou!" Harry sat on Louis' lap, pulling him away from me as I retracted my hand from his cheek. "Who's your friend?"

"Josie." I answered.

"I'm Harry. I don't suppose Louis told you who I was-"

"I did actually." Louis interrupted. "Harry, a word! Please excuse us Josie." Louis smiled at me though I could tell it was forced. He dragged Harry and the rest of his friends gathered round too.

Cathy and Val surrounded me.

"You almost kissed!" Val squealed.

"I know – you still want that fling Cath?" I asked. She nodded. "The curly haired one that sat on Louis' knee; his name's Harry and he was going out with Alyssa when she was going out with Olly."

"Harry was cheated on too? This could be fun." Cathy smiled.

"I'll just stand over there on my own then." Val sighed.

"The blonde one you like is Irish." Val melted and made a very strange noise that could tell was a positive thing. "I know you like Irish accents." I smiled. I could see Louis pushing through his friends to come back to me and I told Val and Cath to buggar off.

Oh god, what do I say now?

I know all their ages are wrong, but I wanted them all to be in the same year at school so they're all 17 or almost 17. But I've represented their ages so Harry's the youngest and Louis' the oldest etc. I can't promise I'll update again tomorrow because I have other fics to finish but I do love this fic so much that it's quite easy to write.

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