Wanted

chapter 2: it's a game, sweetheart

"Now, don't do anything stupid." Niall begins to prep me for what lies behind those french doors of the house. "Don't drink anything anyone gives to you. Don't dance. Don't flirt. Don't make a fool of yourself. And definitely, definitely DO NOT bend down." He grins. "Got it?"

I nod slowly, not appreciative of him talking to me like I wasn't a mature adult only a few years younger then him. "Got it."

He reaches over me and opens my door. "We'll probably get seperated, is that okay with you?"

No. It's not. I don't want Niall to leave me with these people whom I've never met. But I decide to take the dumb route and be brave. "Ya, it's fine."

Ducking his head, he steps out of his expensive vehicle and welcomes a chorus of "Hi Niall's" from party guests just arriving. Shyly, I step out from behind him. I want to hold my head up high and walk in there like I own the place, but I end up taking Niall's arm and hiding behind his broad back. 

By the time we get in there, I can feel the music pounding in my ears and the people packing in tighter and tighter. I feel Niall's leather jacket slipping from my grasp, and suddenly, he's gone. Already, I get a dozen drinks pressed into my hand which I promptly put on any nearby table I can find. I want to go stand in the corner and wait this whole thing out, but I can barely move a few inches much less across the room. 

  My phone vibrates against my skin, strapped in by my bra strap. I quickly take it out and check the message. Where are you? -Mom 

She actually noticed I was gone. I quickly replay back. Studying at the library for finals. Be back at 12:00.

That's past your curfew-Mom

It's a big final.

Fine. I have dinner on the table for when you get back-Mom

Thx. After a while, I add on to the message. Glad you're feeling better.

I'm not-Mom

I brush back a tear at the reply. My mom is really going through a lot right now...I really should be home helping her out. But I don't dare. I know that she will put on her perfect facade when I'm there and will build up walls a mile high. It will all be for nothing. I look up, and suddenly I see a very handsome boy looking at me. His dark hair is styled into a quiff and his caramel eyes sparkle lustfully. 

"Hello." He says, coming closer to me.

I bite back a cutting remark and decide to be nice for a change. "Hey."

"Do you want a drink?"

Niall's warnings cut through my brain but I ignore them. "No, the stuff here is shitty anyway."

He laughs. "Don't worry, I know the ins and outs of this place. I know where to find a good drink."

"Um, no. You might be a creep or something." So much for being nice. 

He shakes his head, a prominent smile still gracing his gorgeous features. "Zayn."

"What?"

"This creep," He points to himself. "Is Zayn."

"Well Zayn, how about you go get me that drink and I'll wait here." I give my best flirty smile.

"Deal." He runs off, looking back once to make sure I'm still standing here by the window.

Just as my vision starts to shift back to the center of the party, I see a head of curls. But when I look again, it's gone.

"Back." Pants Zayn, holding out a pretty glass filled with vodka, I think.