So. Apparently I was going out with the lads tonight. Or, well, they were just coming to see our "dance class". I told them that there were nothing to see, but the idiots wanted to come anyway. Basically the conversation went on like this:
"Seriously, Niall. We do nothing there. Or, I mean, somebody might came up with a new coreography and then we just kinda take a quick look of it, but that's it." I told.
"But we would love to see!" Right?" he winked to the others and they nodded.
"Sure. And I'm sure it's fun to watch. I mean, if you do nothing on there, why are you even dancing?"
"We have book that place every Sunday and Wednesday till Christmas. It's hard to get a proper studio these days." Maggie explained. Good girl Maggie. I almost wanted to pat her on the head like a dog, she was such a decent girl. Most of the time at least.
"Oh. Okay then. So, please? Would you please let us come?" Nialler begged. Damn Horan. Don't you dare to do that bloody cute puppyface ever again! Ever.
"Okay. Whatever, come!" I gave up and shook my head amusingly when I noticed their excited looks.
"Where are all the others?" Louis asked. "Or, I thought... I though there were plenty of you. Like twenty or something."
"No – just eleven. Kate and the boys are... I don't know actually. I thought that Jake had some ice-cream scooping to do at his aunt's place?" Jess frowned.
"I suppose so..." I mumbled. After that we stopped talking about us and focused on the boys.
And the reason why I, Maggie and Jess were talking to them (or well, basically there were just Louis, Liam and Niall) was that Niall had some spare time and he just wanted (I mean, he insisted!) to spend it with us. So he invited us to a coffee and called to the others. Apparently, our precious golden boys Zayn and Harry were too sick to do anything, so...
After that Jess called to Maggie and she almost passed out when she heard about Mr Payne, Tomlinson and Horan. Then we all tried to call Kate but she didn't answer so we let her be – whatever she was currently doing, mostlikely sleeping. Or shopping. Or working. Or something. You never knew about her, she was always so preoccupied.
"Fucking hell, I have nothing to wear!" Maggie squealed after the boys needed to rush to an interview and left us sit in the cafe.
"What? You?" I scoffed.
"Yeah. I mean – it's One Direction, you haven't realised it yet? Like really... The most desirable british + one irish lads in the world! Oh God..." she stared at us like the earth was going to explode or something.
"I knew you liked them, but I had no idea..." Jess laughed.
"Oh come on! Don't you dare to say that they mean nothing to you?"
"Well they are goodlooking. I mean, they are like... Illegally goodlooking?" she admitted.
"You are seriously becoming mental! They are just... Well, bunch of bloody hot lads." I said amusingly.
"Oh, right and one could tell Maggie about your fantastic plan?" she teased and I laughed.
"What?" Maggie corked her brow curiosly.
"Nothing. Just... You know me... Like last night gave me an idea." I shrugged.
"What? Oh no! They are not regular lads, gal! You can't use them! They can get hurt and stop singing!"
"I can't use all of them. Only three are available. And I never hurt anyone with my games. It'd be just shagging. Like always. Besides, if both sides are having a great pleasure, it's not using then."
"Yeah. Just like you always do."
"Exactly. And have you ever seen me heartbroken?"
"Well..."
"Yes. So simple. I'm sure they will appreciate a little shag every once in a while."
"But you can't do them both at the same time!" she frowned.
"That's what I told her." Jess nodded.
"Why not?"
"Because... Well. One of them could get jealous. Just, I don't know, pick one." she suggested.
"Ohh... How can I choose one of them?" I winced.
"I thought you liked especially that Irish, blue-eyed blondie." she smirked.
"Yeah but..."
"Or you could just try to stay mates with them all, like we do with our boys." Maggie said sensibly.
"I'll think about it. But no promises." I grinned. Yes. It was easy to stay just friends with our boys from our dance crew. It was so easy because I considered them more like my brothers. Brothers who you have fun with. And who cares about you when you're dead-drunk. And who are good dancers. So that's it. End of story. But One Direction lads instead... Or, three of them – I would never mess up with taken guys, I was no homewrecker.
Niall was great but I wasn't sure what he was doing, he talked to me like a good mate, but looked at me like a good shag. Then, well – Zayn and Harry were pretty drunk last night and so was I, so I couldn't tell yet. And Liam and Louis seemed very funny and friendly just like good mates are suppose to.
"Oh, haha! Look what Liam just tweeted!" Maggie laughed and showed her iPhone to us.
"Oh God..." I mumbled and giggled. (whops, I don't usually giggle, sorry.)
Real_Liam_Payne: gonna be so fun tonight – will see
the best streetdancers in uk!
"Well. Most certainly he won't be thinking that way after he has seen us." Jess snickered. "No offence. We're okay. But we're not that good. There are plenty of better ones!"
maggieeecarlson: Real_Liam_Payne we are NOT that good – don't put great expectations or you'll disappoint!
Real_Liam_Payne: maggieeecarlson: sure – like i believe you! ;) havent met the boys yet though so...
maggieeecarlson: Real_Liam_Payne: seriously – i recommend to take like xbox with ya cos you'll be bored!
Real_Liam_Payne: maggieeecarlson: oh-huh :D
So now this famous boyband thought that we were bloody good dancers (which we were, to be honest – some of us at least) but we did nothing on there – we just messed around, tried to do like a triple backflips and listened music way too loud... We had no coreography to practise right now, even though if we would go to performance to the kids, we should make one. And quite quickly. We had like two months, it was July already.
"Finally! You are home!" mom shouted from the kitchen when I shut the frontdoor with a loud thud.
"Oh no. I have decided to move to live in the street corner so I'll just quickly grab my stuff..." I said sarcastically.
"Right." she huffed and then looked at me confusingly again. "Are you going somewhere? Again? Tonight?"
"It's Sunday, mom."
"Yeah?"
"Sunday, mom."
"Oh, right."
"You have no idea what that means."
"Well, to be honest..."
"I go dancing every freaking sunday, mom!"
"Ohh... Yeah."
"So I'll just go now."
"Absolutely. Will you come home tonight?"
"Don't know. Maybe."
And just when I was heading to the stairs, I heard my mom's concerned voice behind me.
"You know where Marcus is? He hasn't been home in two days."
"Probably at his mates' place or something. You know, he's like me – always somewhere." I wawed it off even though it was a bit scary when you knew that your little brother hung out with some weird people and you had no idea where he was. He could be passed out and robbed or raped. It was damn scary.
"Well then. I hope so."
Mom turned around to face her cookings and I knew she was praying in her mind. She always prayed. I knew she prayed for both of us sake. Maybe for Sophie sometimes, not often though because Sophie was so intelligent and independent kid. Good girl Sophie – she was going to save our family, hopefully. Maybe she was going to be a doctor or a deternee. Or well, she could be anything actually - seemed like every single career in the world was better than the one I was currently planning – nothing.
But hey, can you blame me? I'm young – just eighteen! How am I suppose to decide if I'm going to uni or something? And how am I suppose to know, what I want to do when I start working?
What if I don't want to do any of that? What if I won't start a family and get a husband? What if I'll be a prostitute? Oh okay, not a prostitute. But what if I just don't like to commitment. I don't want to get freaking married! The word itself sounds so... Ew. Even thinking about it makes me want to puke. Almost. Not exactly, but I just don't like relationships. I'm shit at them.
Curly was messing up with my head. He was such a... I don't know! He was just staring at me curiously when we all stood in the lobby of a sports center. We had to wait because the dance class before us wasn't finished yet. It was a jazz dance for a kids age eight to twelve.
I lent my back against the wall and slid to sit on the floor. Harry sat right opposite me and was obviously trying to flirt with me. Oh well, I just love to flirt! I was just going to ask him something, when Andrew who stood next to me, poked me.
"Ouch! What?" I frowned as I lift my gaze upwards to meet his eyes.
"We should probably go. The little ones are leaving now." he corked his eyebrows upwards and nodded towards the door.
"Yeah." I mumbled as I stood up, letting my eyes look at Harry's bright green ones for a moment. Yep. Sure flirt. And I loved it!
"So... What are you doing?" Louis asked as we tossed our bags and bottles to the side.
"Umm... I thought I made perfectly clear that we do actually nothing here. Or actually we're just hanging out and stuff." Maggie reminded him with a frown.
"I just..." he started, but then somebody stormed in. Somebody called Kate Carlson.
"Fucking hell I'm... Harry Styles!" she started but then her eyes widened and her jaw dropped onto the floor as she stared at him. "What the fuck is going on here?" she asked then, after blinking few times, making sure that the five boys were actually real.
"Well, we sort of... Oh, long story short and now they're here. They insisted to come – we didn't want them here! Or, I mean... I told them we are doing nothing and..." Jess started to explain but Kate waved her off.
"We are doing something now! Like... Um... That kindergarten show?" she asked.
"Really?"
"Well – yeah! I mean, we shouldn't just do a coreography – we could teach that shit to the kids!" she nodded quickly.
"It should be easy then." Maggie started.
"Of course it'll be and... Oh my... I just got the best idea ever!" Kate squealed and turned to face everyone in the room. "You guys are going to performance with us!" she pointed at Niall, Liam, Harry, Louis and Zayn who looked all very confused.
"What? I'm sure they're busy and they have no time to that..." Jess started but Kate interrupted her again.
"Will you? Kids would love it – and you're good dancers, I know." she tried to convince the boys. They looked all very suspicious expect Liam who smiled widely. He obviously loved the idea. Oh crap. They were all serious about this.
"Are you sure you have time to come every Sunday and Wednesday?" I furrowed.
"Sure we do. Liam could drag Dani here sometimes too, if she wants." Louis smiled.
Shit. Danielle Peazer. She was good. Good at dancing. If you put us next to her and say "Dance!" we would look like wobbling sumo-wrestlers while she would move smoothly and pretty.
Yeah. Why was I even dancing since I seemed to hate it? The thing is that I love dancing. One of the reasons is that I have fun when I dance – and that's why I love our crew – there's no need to be embarrased if you blow everything up. (Can't say the same thing of my family...)
"Gree-eat!" Kate grinned and clapped her hands few times. "I actually do have few good ideas already..."
Finally our hour ended and we could step to the empty corridor. We said goodbyes and promised to meet here at the same time in Wednesday.
I promised to turn the lights off and lock the doors because we were the last ones there. (Maggie was very suspicious about that since she's usually the one who does that, but because whe was busy, she let me do it)
I thought I was the last one when I clicked the big button next to the front door thich turns off every single electric machine in here except the alarm system, but then I heard a thud behind me. And it literally scared the hell out of me. I was alert in a second and my heart was bumping out of my chest.
"Who is that?" I said shakily. If there was something I scared the most in life, it was totally dark places. You can't tell what's in there when you can't see anything.
"Me. Sorry." a low voice spoke.
"Wha – Harry?" my mouth opened in awe.
"Yeah. I was suppose to..."
"Thank you, Curly – I thought you were a murderer or a rapist!" I huffed, relieved because it was just him and nothing worse.
"Whops. So I thought Maggie was the last one and when I went to the toilets, all the lights suddenly turned off and..."
"Yeah. And I thought I was the last one here." I said again.
"But you know what? Since we're both here..." he laughed then and all I could see was his silhouette and his curls.
He did this on purpose. He so did. He had this same twinkle in his eyes when he approached me. His face was so close to mine and he stared right to my eyes with his green ones. I smirked and almost reached his curls, when he suddenly opened the door behind me and the breezy air blew in. His cheek slightly touched mine and he grinned smugly – he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me. And I almost went with it! Oi you king of players, Styles – you're not the only one who can play games here!
"You're a real gentleman, thank you!" I said and stepped back, onto the sidewalk. I noticed a slight frown on his face as I backed off, but then he followed me and grinned again.
"I am."
"But. We'll see in Wednesday, right?" I asked smiling.
"Absolutely. Maybe earlier?"
"Oh, I don't know. I have so much to do anyways."
"Right." he scoffed with a grin.
"What? I do! I really do!"
"Yeah, sure."
"Oh, now you're annoying!" I huffed and turned around, began to head home.
"I know. Bye!" he laughed with his low voice and walked on the other side of the street. He was such a player.
And he had courage to try me. Me, who was the queen of all games. Beware, Curly – you have no idea where you have stepped on!
"You are having a new boyfriend, aren't you?" Sophie grinned widely as I sat on our couch, watching Miss Marple with Beth.
"What?" I furrowed.
"I saw you! With a blond boy today!" she squealed.
"He is not my boyfriend."
"He is!"
"He is not."
"Why?"
"Because he's not."
"But whyyy –" she began but then Beth cut her off.
"If Libby says that boy is not her boyfriend, then he isn't. I'm sure if she happens to have a boyfriend, she would probably bring him here to meet our family." Beth said and winked at me. Thank you, granny. Only one but – I wouldn't bring my boyfriend to meet my family... It would be a certain break-up straight away – the poor boy would probably get so scared that he wouldn't have courage to speak me ever again.
"But what about the previous boys? I've seen you with thousands of boys and you've never brought them here!" Sophie asked again.
"That's because they haven't been my boyfriends but –" I started, but then mom interrupted us with a very polite smile. (Yes, it was a really fake too.)
"Okay. Let's stop this conversation right now. You don't need to taught all your experiences to Sophie." she stared at me with a meaningful gaze.
"Yes yes..." I mumbled and turned my eyes again to the screen.
"Like I even cared about them..." Sophie muttered and tumbled to kitchen. She seemed like two years older than she really was. It was weird. Like everyone here.
I sat in front of my mirror, staring at myself and combing my frizzy hair. They were always so tangled after night and when I woke up in the morning... Well – it looked like a bird's nest.
My iPhone started ringing and I reached it with my other hand and managed to answer it.
"Are you coming to Emma's birthday party tonight?" Kate asked on the other end.
"What? Who's that?"
"Emma. Emma McClark, shared some classes with us on the 8th grade. You remember Emma, right?"
"Briefly."
"Good. Be ready at 7 PM, we'll come and pick you up."
"We?"
"Yee-eah... I sort of invited the boys too. Harry and Niall said that they would love to come."
"Right."
"And then Jess, Maggie, E.J, Tom, Jake... You know."
"Okay."
Now we were talking – a party! I loved parties, I loved the energy and the music and... Oh yeah, the food and drinks too... And the hot boys... Especially one blond-haired and blue-eyed...
"What the fuck Jess?" I laughed when I saw her car in front of our house. "You have a mini?"
"This is my cousin's and he let me borrow it... I promised nothing will happen to it so please be nice back there." Jess begged when I sat on the back seat.
So I sat the whole way to the club in quiet, without moving a muscle – I was pretty sure that if I'd do anything, I'd probably ruin the seatings or something.
But at the venue, as soon as I got inside, the fun started – I found myself holding two cups in my hands and laughing so hard at something Liam just said.
"You take some?" I offered him the other mug of vodka-soda (it was probably Maggie's...) "Oh, you don't drink. Sorry." I remembered then and landed it on the table beside us.
"No problem." he smiled widely and suddenly grabbed Niall's arm and dragged him to stood next to him. First he looked like 'what the f man?" but then he noticed me and his lips formed into a smile.
"I think I should probably go and congratulate that Emma. So you can stay and have fun..." Liam pronounced and patted Niall on his shoulder.
I smirked and gave my cup to him and grabbed the Maggie's to myself.
"So... You weren't that bad after all." Niall laughed.
"Well, no. I never said we were bad – I just warned you we were boring."
"Boring? No. Nothing like that." he shook his head.
"Ohh. I forgot you're boys. You like to watch girls shaking their hips." I teased.
"Hahah. You're right about that." he laughed.
Then I just sort of a sank in his eyes. Bloody hell – why did they have to be so blue? I stepped closer to him and (so my luck...) spilled the last of the vodka-sodas on his shirt.
"Oh fuck – I'm so sorry! I was just..." I winced as he looked at the brown smudge on his blue tee.
"I have to clean this up..." he muttered and turned around, heading to the washrooms and I followed him.
"God – I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... " I apologised as I ran next to him while he hurried into the loo.
"It's fine..." he mumbled and opened the door.
I rushed over to the sinks and grabbed some paper in my hands and started to rub the smudge.
"God... Let's just... Take your shirt off." I commanded when nothing happened. Niall pulled his navy blue v-neck over his head and gave it to me. And my lips formed into a little grin as I once again noticed his biceps.
"So this was your point after all?" he laughed when he catched me looking at him.
"What?" I asked innocently as I tried to get rid of the smuch on his shirt.
"You spilled the drinks on me so you could get me shirtless?" he corked his brows upwards and grinned.
"Maybe. You can never tell." I smiled back at him.
"Are you sure? So I have no effect on you, whatever I do?"
"Yeah. Sort of."
"So I can just reach over you like that to wash my hands..." he said and came closer, bringing his hands on my both sides.
"Of course." I said. "But don't forget I can do the same."
"Yeah?"
"Like that."
I put my other arm around his neck and leaned so close that our noses were touching. He put his hands on my waist and dragged me even closer so I felt his warm breath on my hair line. Then he placed his lips on my jaw line and kissed the hot skin above my chin. I bit my bottom lip to making it stop trembling.
I lifted my hands up to his hair and curled my fingers around the blond wisps. There we were, at the position I've been so many times before – making out with a guy at some party. So I almost expected that what happened next – somebody stormed into the washroom and mostlikely shocked when saw us there.
"Um... We could really use you out there, Niall..." Liam said with an awkward tone and let his gaze fall to the floor.
We flew apart in a second and I quickly gave Niall his shirt back.
"Here. I think you can use it now." I smirked and passed them both, glancing Liam with an innocent grin and a small shrug.
Usher was playing loudly from the speakers when I walked back to my friends – the only one I found was Adam who sat lonely-looking on the stool.
"All alone, huh?" I asked as I sat next to him.
"Sort of. Jess and Kate went to find you, Maggie disappeared somewhere with Malik and Dan... Well, he found some company. All the others are somewhere, probably dancing or something."
"Maggie and Zayn?" I frowned as I heard what Adam said.
"Yeah. I just saw when she was all giggling and went to flirt with him. Then they disappeared."
"Nice."
"Yep. But you can't say you weren't lucky either."
"What do you mean?"
"You and that Irish bloke...?" he laughed.
"Ohh... Yeah, well... That wasn't my first intention but things just kind of heated up." I grinned.
"Like always, Lib. Just like you always do." Adam smiled. He was such a nice person, like a brother who you can talk to about everything.
"Libbyy! Here you are! We've been looking for you everywhere!" Kate slapped me on my shoulder and Jess appeared next to her. They were obviously drunk. Bad time. "And so is Harry."
"Harry?" my eyebrows raised upwards as I stared at them.
"Harry Styles. You know, that singer with curls..."
"I know who he is. Why is he looking for me?"
"Welll... Who knows. Maybe he wants to talk to you?" Kate snickered and then turned to Jess and they both giggled like thirteen-year old girls when they heard a good gossip.
"Oh come on!" I raised my hand in the air, helpless.
"Go find him. I think he's at the roof or something." Jess grinned.
"At the roof?"
"But before you go... Sip some drink!" she gave me a mug filled with of something that looked like a coke. It wasn't – of course.
"You're impossible..." I muttered and grabbed the cup from her and drank quickly. "Let's go."
"Way to go girl! Go Lib! Go and stole his heart for the very last piece!" Kate shouted and then I heard them both snickering again.
I exhaled sharply before pressing the elevator button. Kate was a little bit wrong when she said I should stole Harry's heart. I wasn't going to do that. I didn't want to hurt people by making them fall in love with me and then breaking their hearts by saying 'I just wanted to have some fun – nothing serious'. There's one of the reasons why I don't do relationships by the way. I think I could almost write a book about that. "100 + reasons why relationships are not for me"
Sounded pretty good. Maybe I could actually write that sort of book. And make some money. I mean, how hard can writing be? It can't be too hard. Maybe I'll try that plan if I don't dare to try to go the uni.
Turned out there were even more people at the roof than at the actual club if possible. How was I suppose to ever find that certain Harry Styles from that crowd?
Well – I didn't have to. I just grabbed myself a drink and then I already felt a palm on my back. It was Curly.
"You wanted to see me?" I smirked as I turned to face him.
"Yeah. There's something I wanted to do."
"Really?"
Then he leaned close to me and pressed his lips against then skin on my jaw line. I furrowed and I barely had enough time to felt his lips when he was already gone and looked at me with a wide grin on his face.
"Just needed to try. Niall said you tasted nice." he said and then turned around and headed to the elevator. I was shocked. What the actual fuck just happened? They wasn't suppose to play with me. I was suppose to play with them!
A/N: Oh oh! What just happened? Seems like Libby, who's usually all updated, has no idea what's going on with those two lads. Is this a game or what? Hahah. Well – again – I'd just love to know what you think and who do you prefer – Nialler or Haz? But anyway, your feedback made me so happy (u can also read this story in wattpad and ) so THANK YOU! Sorry if the delay was a bit late but I like to give you some time to read and review. ;) xoxo, babes! Love you!