Living Magic (A Narry Storan Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Harry's P.O.V

The drive to the club was quiet, and very, very awkward. Niall kept glaring at Louis every once in a while and then he'd catch me staring at him and blush and look down? What was wrong with him? Seriously, I don't get what goes on in his head. One day he likes me, one day he doesn't. One day he wants to spend every second of the day with me, one day he won't even look at me. And I didn't even know why. And it fucking hurt, man. Like, we'd just gotten really close and I don't like it when we turn awkward and weird around each other. Without a proper explanation, even.

After about 20 minutes of Liam's driving, we finally got to the club, and I couldn't be more grateful. I had a lot on my mind and I needed space to think and the car was getting way too stuffy. So I quickly jumped out of the car, heading inside.

"Well, someone's excited!" I heard Louis shout at me.

I rolled my eyes and slipped him the middle finger and walked inside. I just wanted to get drunk tonight. I just wanted to forget all the crap that was on my mind and cut loose for once. So I sat down at the bar and called over to the bartender.

"Can you get me some shots, mate?" I called out.

He looked at me and smirked, raising an eyebrow, "Aren't you too young to be drinking?" he said.

I frowned. "I'm actually nineteen years old. And I really don't know why that's any of your business." I snapped.

"Gosh, calm down kid, I was messin' with ya," he mumbled, handing me the alcohol.

I sighed and looked up at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm just having a bad day."

The bartender nodded sympathetically, then smiled kindly, "Well, I hope it gets better", and walked away before I could thank him.

He had just finished swallowing his second shot when I saw Louis frolicking over to me, looking excited,

"Harry, Harry, Harry!" he squealed.

"Lou, not so loud." I shushed.

"Okay, okay but look," Louis said, with a lower voice, pointing somewhere across the room.

Curiously, I glanced over and saw Niall and some guy grinding on each other on the dance floor.

"Didn't know Niall was into guys," I mumbled confusedly.

"He's into both, I think." Louis pointed out.

I shrugged, not really caring about it at the moment, "Well, good for him then. Really happy for him." I muttered, trying to show Louis that he really wanted to finish his drinks.

"No, Harry, Look..." Louis whined. "They'd make such a good couple," he said and looked at me expectantly.

I sighed and looked over at him tiredly, "Look, Lou, that's great, but I really just want to finish my drinks. I'll congratulate Niall on his new boyfriend later."

Louis huffed in annoyance and stood up stalking off. What the fuck was his problem?

Niall's P.O.V

So it's been half an hour that I've been dancing with this guy, and Harry still hasn't done anything. I don't really know what I was expecting to be honest. I knew Louis' plan wasn't going to work. But I don't know, I guess that sappy part of me just expected him to come up and punch the guy in the face and drag me off to the nearest room so we could make out and he'd tell me I was his. Oh who am I kidding. That kinda stuff only happens in the movies.

"Hey," the guy told me. His name was Matt, I think? I can't really remember.

"Yeah, hey." I mumbled, more interested in the cute face Harry made after he tasted his bitter shot. I found myself smiling at how purely adorable he was. God, I loved him.

Matt looked behind him to see what I was staring at, and he saw Harry. "Hey, why are you looking at him?" he asked.

I blushed and looked away quickly, "I-I wasn't looking at him" I denied.

"Yes you were," he growled. "You little slut. You're here with me and you've got your eyes on other men, eh? Do you need me to remind you who you belong to?"

Shit. This guy was drunk. "N-no." I muttered, terrified. Matt was twice my size - who knew what he'd do.

"Well, that's not up to you, sweetheart," he said smirking, and started dragging me to the restrooms.

"N-no! Let me go!" I shouted, trying to free my arm from his grasp.

He just laughed and held on tighter. I quickly did the first think I could think of.

"Harry! Harry, help!" I screamed, hoping he'd hear me over the loud music.

"Shut up, you idiot," Matt said

Fortunately, luck was on my side tonight, as Harry immeidately looked up and his shocked green eyes locked with mine.

"Help" I mouthed, as Matt dragged me away faster.

I got pushed into the bathroom just as I saw Harry get up.

Matt was kissing me, groping me, and I haven't been more scared in my entire life. I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. Suddenly, I couldn't feel Matt on me anymore. But I didn't open my eyes. I slid down and hugged my knees to my chest. I heard a few shouts and swears and a few punches and then someone was at my side kissing my hair and shushing me. I dared to open my eyes, and I couldn't be glader that I did.

Harry was right there next to me, kissing my forehead and telling me it's going to be okay. Matt, however, was knocked out on the floor.

"Babe, please don't cry. Please don't cry." he begged.

I haden't even realized I had been crying. I sniffled.

"Fuck, this is all my fault." he cursed.

"W-what? No, it wasn't." I tried telling him.

He looked down at me and tears were starting to form in his eyes too. "Yes it was. I should have been there with you, you shouldn't have had to go through that."

"Nothing happened, Haz" I mumbled.

"Ni, he was going to rape you" he said

I started crying carder. It sounded much worse out loud. And now I've made him cry. I'm such a horrible human being.

"No, no no no no" he mumbled. "Don't cry. I'm so sorry, angel, come here" he said, putting my head on his chest as he stroked my back and kissed the top of my head. "It's going to be okay. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. We're going to be okay," he whispered.

And I think I believed him.

We were going to be okay.