Friday (6:00pm)
Tim threw open the doors to his home and pointed to Niall.
"HEY! NIALL! YOU'RE JUST IN TIME!"
Niall stepped back as Tim ran towards him.
"Hey, mate! Ready to PARTY?!" Tim barked.
"I thought your house was on fire," Niall folded his arms and sternly eyed Tim.
"Nah, just wanted you to come quickly. By the way, who's your friend?"
Tim winked at me and gave a faint wave.
"That's my girlfriend."
"Ha! Funny one, lad. I'm serious, though."
"So was I."
Tim sported a wild grin.
"Whatever you say."
He approached the car and I slumped in my seat.
He's already seen me, there's no point in hiding.
"Aye, babe. Want to party?"
"I-"
"Sure you do! Come on!"
He roughly snatched my arm and pulled me inside.
"C'mon, Niall! Let's have some fun!"
Niall jogged after Tim but Tim's muscular legs pulled him and I quickly through the crowds.
"Let. me. GO!"
"Not until we play a little game!"
I squirmed viciously in Tim's arms and I slipped out of his grasp.
Everyone inside of the house was watching us. Including Julia.
"Let go of Storm!" Niall shouted.
He bursted through the door, panting, and falling to his knees.
"What is wrong with you!?!" I yelled at Tim.
"What do you mean? It's a party!"
"I got that!"
"You two are such buzzkills!"
Everyone in the room started chanting.
"Buzzkills! Buzzkills! Buzzkills!"
I sighed and sat next to Niall inside of a group circle.
Julia plopped down in front of me.
"I think it's time for a little Truth-or-Dare!" She grinned menacingly.
"What just happened two seconds ago wasn't enough?" I asked.
"No! Now, you only get to chicken out once for a dare. No chickening out on truth."
I scooted away a tad but Julia clung onto my foot.
"Alright, Storm. Truth or dare?"
"Uh, truth."
Two teenage boys sitting behind me whispered "buzzkill" once again.
"Alright. DO YOU LIKE HARRY!?" She angrily questioned.
Wait, what?
"No, I like Niall."
"Prove it."
"Um, how?"
She nudged me and I nodded. I kissed Niall on the lips for a period of 7 seconds.
"Fine. Ok. Next." We continued on playing the game until things got out of hand. Each time you didn't want to do something, you weren't able to chicken out anymore. You had to take a shot.
"Niall, I dare you to go streaking through the neighborhood."
"I've already done that before. EASY." Niall's words slurred a bit. I'm almost positive that he was drunk.
"If it's so easy, do it BLINDFOLDED!"
Niall jolted up and began to strip.
"Wait, Ni! Are you actually going to-" I began.
"Shut up, buzzkill!" Everyone clammered.
Girls swarmed around Niall. I had to push my way through them.
Niall sprinted through the neighborhood with his boxers wrapped around his face.
"This isn't safe!" I warned.
"Neither is staying around me, buzzkill." Julia retorted.
I pulled her aside.
"Look, I don't know why you hate me, or what i've done, but now you're telling me. I'm sick of being bullied by you."
Her gaze fell and she shuffled her feet.
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
"I don't know, ok?"
"There is a reason."
"Ok, you know what? Fine. I was jealous because the boys were checking you out and I never really got male attention before so I didn't want to lose it that easily. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Actually, no, but thank you. Julia, the only reason I got their attention is because those trashy uniforms and I smelt like alchohol. I'm sure you get plenty of male attention, you're just not noticing it. You are REALLY pretty. You don't need a guy to tell you that to know it's true."
I smiled kindly at her and her eyes swelled.
I pulled her into a hug and and she bursted into tears on my shoulder.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"You're very welcome."
I wiped the tears off of her cheeks and patted her arm.
"Now, go have some fun while I get Niall out of the street."
She chuckled with me and wandered off into the kitchen. I cupped my hands around my mouth to make my shouting louder.
"Niall! Get over here!"
Niall approached me, surprisingly still on his feet, and I wrapped him in a towel.
"I can't believe you did that."
"I can't believe my underwear smells like-"
"Ok, just follow me."
Tim was drunk on the hood of his car with trashy girls flirting terribly with him.
He sprinted towards me with a football in hand and his jock strap tangled around his feet.
He consumed so much alchohol that his muscles had continuous spasms, causing him to hit me on the face.
My cheek felt swollen and I could tell I was bleeding.
I tried sputtering out words but they were dried and choked back.
I began to sob silently and I reached out my phone.
I pulled out the Aeropostale worker's number and texted him immediately.
"Hey, it's the girl you met at Aeropostale, can you come help me? I got hurt. xx"
He texted back almost instantly.
"Yeah and omg ouch babe! Where are you? Btw my name is Zayn!"
I gave him Tim's address and my name.
"I'll be right over! Don't worry babe! x :)"
I clicked the phone shut and I heard quiet footsteps grow near.
"Who is that?" I sharply turned around.
"It's me, Julia. Are you okay?"
I uncovered my face and tears rolled down my cheeks.
"OMG! Who did this!?"
"Tim." I piped.
Julia charged over to Tim and smacked his beer out of his palm.
"How dare you!" She slapped his cheek harshly and returned to my side.
"Thanks." I chuckle.
"He deserved it either way."
x+x+x
Harry's P.O.V.
They haven't responded to any of my texts or calls. I was anxious to know how dinner went. Unless, they lied and didn't goto dinner.
Then i'd be pretty ticked off.
It was getting ridiculously dark outside.
Are they home yet?
I hope they return soon.
I really hope Storm returns.
I can't think about her like that, though. Remember, Harry!?
Think! Think!
I smacked my forehead against the wall.
When will they get home?
I opened my phone once more and the screen lit up intensely.
A text from Julia...
"Go t Tim's immediately! We need help!"
I slapped the phone shut and slipped on a blazer.
Who is we, though?
x+x+x
Back to Storm's P.O.V.
I held my face in pain.
It was agonizing and I needed help soon or i'd lose conciousness.
Julia sat beside me and Niall was passed out on the lawn.
An engine revved in the driveway and I recognized those curls popping out of the window.
Harry.
He swept me off of the ground and carried me to his car, Julia followed suit.
"Harry! You're my boyfriend! Not hers!"
"Julia, I-"
Julia threw a liquor bottle at Harry and dashed off, the glass flew everywhere. Even onto me.
"Harry, are you okay!?!" I quickly bolted out of the car to Harry and I forgot about my own pain to relieve his.
"Harry!" He wouldn't budge.
He was knocked out cold.
I pressed my lips against his and began to do CPR.
Loud sirens engulfed the home's surroundings and everyone made a run for it. Except for Harry, Niall, and myself.
Oh no.
"Officer! Please! You've got to-"
"Where's your I.D., miss?"
"Well, I- i'm 17. I don't have one."
"So you're a minor and you were involved in drinking?"
"No! I didn't drink any of this! I swear!"
"Let me smell your breath."
I huffed air into his nostrils and he snarled at me with a grin.
"You were drinking."
"No! They threw liquor on me!"
"They?"
"Behind the house!"
He sent officers behind the home to check for other suspects but nobody was found.
"Miss, where are your parents at this time of day?"
"Day?"
"It's 2:00am."
My jaw dropped and I stuttered horribly.
"I-I- I ... oh my gosh!"
"Can you answer the question?"
"Well, my father is deceased. My mother lives in England."
"Her name, please?"
"Janet Croswell."
He scribbled her name into his notepad and set Harry and I into the cop car.
"What happened to your friend here?" The driver asked.
"He had a bottle thrown at him."
The officer widened his eyes and nodded.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Well-"
"You two make a cute couple."
I shuddered at the thought of leaving Niall for Harry.
"Thanks. I guess." I muttered.
I gave directions to the officer to Harry's home and he continued on his way. Harry woke up and dizzily reached out a hand to balance himself.
"What... what happened?" He asked.
I explained everything to him and he had a different expression towards every event.
"Wow." He gaped.
"I know."
Luckily the officer hadn't heard anything that I had said so we weren't in trouble.
"Here we are." The officer held the car door open for Harry.
I tried exiting with him but the officer slammed the door in my face.
"Hey, man, what's the deal!?" I questioned.
"You're going home."
"I don't have one!"
"Now you do."
I paused and stopped the officer before he started the car again.
"Wait, can I say goodbye to my uh..." I cleared my throat before continuing, ".. boyfriend?"
He sighed and opened the door back up. I raced in to find Harry crying on a stool in the kitchen.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"I thought.. they took you."
"Well, they're going to.. but I asked if I could say goodbye to you first."
"Oh."
The space between us turned to dust and we held each other tightly, tears soaking our clothes.
He held me out in front of him and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Harry.."
It was too late. Harry's lips smashed with mine just like before and they moved perfectly in sync. We didn't make out. We kissed.
It had meaning. Too much meaning. I sharply pulled away and the tears fell like hail.
"Harry, i'm so sorry, but I can't. Not when i'm with Niall. Not when he loves me."
A sad frown fell upon Harry's lips.
I let the door crash into place behind me, every memory I had with those boys was too much for me right now. I don't know how I feel. Niall loves me. He's told me so many times before. But, before the door slammed I swear I heard Harry say, "but, I love you."