Misfortune (A Niall Horan fanfic)

Chapter Two

The random number kept popping into my mind. Who even was it? The people who have my number aren't ones to spill it. Just as I'm thinking about it my phone vibrates in my lap.

(555-045-3245): You look real sexy tonight. Thanks for wearing the outfit.

What?

I turn my head to look at Niall, who is keeping in a laugh. I have a growing suspicion it's him. "Anything you care to fucking share with me?" I bark. He grows a smirk and glances at me. "Nothing it's just that Zayn and Louis can see us from the house already." He snickers out. "They keep telling me they're sending you dirty messages." He's able to blurt out before laughing until he's clutching one of his sides.

I don't see how it's that fucking funny, but at least I can now hunt down Zayn and Louis and kick their asses.

"We're here" A voice snaps me back from my thoughts. I see the car has parked in front of a huge house. The lawn is littered with red cups and drunk teens. I climb out of the car and Niall locks it. "How the hell is Zayn not in trouble for this?" I ask Niall over the blaring music.

As far as I know, partying is a no-no with parents. "He lives by himself you dumbass" Niall scowls as he puts his hand on my back and guides me through the house. He stops at the kitchen and grabs two red cups, handing one to me. I stare down at the brown liquid and take a sip. If I'm getting through this night, i need alcohol.

I feel an arm snake around my waist and i expect to look up and see Niall, but am surprised when I'm greeted by a scowling Louis. He leans down and whispers into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Just go with it if you don't want to get hurt." Confusion plays across my face as i look up at him. He has worry in his eyes, so i go with it.

He guides me over to a group sitting on a couch upstairs in a huge bedroom. June, god she is such a skank, is sitting in Zayn's lap and is whispering into his ear. I'm assuming it's dirty things since he is keeping such a smug expression. Liam is sitting next to him, fiddling with the ring on his eyebrow as a perky blonde tries to get his attention.

Sam is sitting on the ground next to Harry, trying to comfort him since this is his first huge drunken teenage party. Niall is sitting on the ground too, taking sips of whiskey as he spots Louis leading me into the room. We sit on the ground next to eachother and I notice we are all sitting in one big circle as a girl gets up and shuts the door before returning to the group.

I couldn't help but notice she locked it. Zayn finishes a drink of beer before putting the bottle in the middle of the circle.

Oh.

"Spin the bottle? Isn't that kind of childish?" I ask, my mind wandering to Lily being ecstatic to play this. "Not when we play it." June responds winking and putting her arms around Zayn's neck. God she's a slut. She's slept with pretty much every guy at this party.

Niall holds a scowl as he stands up. "I'm going to get another drink before we start. Don't you dare fucking start without me." He hisses. And with that he glided out of the room leaving us in silence. Until my phone starts beeping.

(555-045-3245): Don't play the game.

I can't help but reply quickly.

What? Who are you? Is this Niall? Why can't i fucking play douchebag I'm not five.

(555-045-3245): Say your gonna get another drink.

No. I'm playing the game goddammit.

(555-045-3245): Suit yourself. God your hot when your angry. ;)

Right when i get the text Niall glides back in and locks the door before sitting down across from me. "Alright let's play. I'll start." Niall says, keeping his eyes on me. He spins the bottle and it lands on Sam. He glances at her before planting a quick kiss on the lips.

"My turn." I speak up, wanting to not seem babyish in front of Sam. I spin the bottle and pray for Harry, since he's a close friend and it wouldn't be as awkward.

It lands on Louis.

He pulls me closer by the waist and leans down, locking our lips together. It's a long kiss, but not passionate, although it probably looks like it. "Okay thats enough for our little horny Louis." Niall teases with a dull tone. I look at Louis and raise an eyebrow questioning Niall's behavior but he mouths to me 'Just go with it.'

~*~

A couple hours later I've kissed Louis three times, Harry once, and two other kisses to random people that i didn't catch their names. "Last round!" Niall announces while spinning the bottle. I take another sip of my drink and put the empty cup down next to me. I hear some snickers and a couple of "Go Niall!" or "Goddammit!!" shouts before i notice Niall moving through the circle towards me. I suddenly see the bottle pointed in my direction.

Before i know whats happening, I'm kissing Niall Horan. His lips are soft and smooth, and they fit to mine like puzzle pieces fit together. I feel our lips part as his tongue slips into my mouth. He puts his hand on the back of my head as if to bring me closer to him.

Feeling too soon, he pulls away with a blank expression on his face and sits back in his spot. I grab my phone and notice the time. "Well im gonna.." I trail off when the door opens and a drunk girl wobbles inside. "Dammit! I told Zach to fix the lock yesterday!" Zayn shouts, shoving June off his lap. He grabs the drunk girl and leads her downstairs.

The entire group is now wandering around and room and leaving, so i decide to slip out. Niall sure as hell is probably not going to drive me home yet so im stuck here. I wander through the hallway until i find an empty bedroom. I don't bother to lock the door after what happened back there, so i just lay down on one of the beds and drift off.

~*~

I wake up in my bedroom. Light is streaming in through my window and my vision is blurry. I have a massive headache and i feel like throwing up. I lean over my bed to grab my phone and look at the time. Three in the morning. I went to bed around two at Zayn's house.

The mystery number lights up my screen.

(555-045-3245): Dropped you off. Also, your a deep sleeper.

I stare at my phone confused. I quietly thank him, but i'm also wondering what he meant by 'im a deep sleeper'. My phone buzzes again.

(555-045-3245): Confused are we? Better look in the mirror. ;-)

I step out of bed. They took off my shoes but im still fully dressed in my jeans and crop top. I slowly step into the bathroom. I'm still wearing my make-up, its just not as good as three hours ago. My hair is slightly tangled but i feel like i can't breathe when i see the purple looking mark on my collarbone. My mouth hangs open as my phone vibrates in my room again.

I grab it and look at the message.

(555-045-3245): I'll see you tomorrow babe. Good luck getting rid of the mark.

I shiver as i scroll down to read his next message,

Your mine now.