When Opposites Attract

Scarlett Johansen was a normal 18 year old girl. Well it depends on how you define normal. She's not very popular, she's very shy, and does not like to draw attention to herself. One thing that does make her different is, Scarlett loves to sing. She would love to go pro but the only thing holding her back is her shyness and insecurities but that all changes when she meets her complete opposite. He's known as the funny guy with an outgoing personality of her favorite band, One Direction. When she tries out for a singing competition with her best friend, Aislyn, she meets them but will her self issues cause some trouble for herself in the future? Read on to find out(:

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8. The Party

 

"Wow Scarlett, you look...hot." Brooklyn said wide-eyed.

"You really think so?"

Tonight was the party at Ryan's house and the girl's have been getting me ready since six. It's now exactly eight o'clock.

"Yeah, you really do look good but promise something?" Aislyn stood in front of me.

"Hm?" I mumbled as I tried to straighten out my outfit.

"Don't get hurt?"

I stopped messing with my clothes and turned to a sad faced Aislyn. I was too into this plan that I never thought how it would impact my best friend.

I pulled Aislyn into a hug and held onto her tight, "Never in a million years."

I may not be able to see her but I could she was smiling. I pulled back and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Now go check yourself out." She motioned toward the body mirror in Cece's and Chandler's room.

The girls refused to let me see myself until they completely finished. I took a deep breathe before I started making my way toward the end of the room. I looked in the mirror and almost gasped at the girl who looked back at me. It wasn't the Scarlett I remember only two days ago, this girl is different. She's pretty, she actually has a figure shown through by her clothes, and her face showed confidence; something the old Scarlett never had.

"Oh my god..."

This girl wore black high waist shorts and white crop top that had the words 'SINGLE' in black block letters. My light-ish brown hair was straightened to the core and on top, hanging on the back of my head, was a black ski hat that had the words 'OBEY' in white block letters. For the shoes I just wore black heels that were designed to look like sneakers.

"Now am I good or am I good?" Cece came into the view of the mirror with a smile on her face and her arms crossed.

I opened my mouth and shook my head speechless, "You--you did awesome!"

Cece clapped quickly before hugging me from behind, "Now I want you to be the sexiest you can, okay?"

I turned around and pulled her in for a proper hug. Cece really has grown on me these past two days and I consider her a really good friend.

"Oh trust me, I already got it." I over exaggerated a wink before I dropped my phone and bent down really low.

"Oops!" I giggled as I made sure my bum was high in the air.

The girls burst into giggles at my attempt at being sexy Scarlett. I fell to the ground laughing with the other girls. I really didn't mind spending the rest of my life with these girls.

We laid there for awhile just talking about our life ahead. Fans, albums, special appearances, and even tours. Well we were until Cece's phone sang We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus indicating she had a call coming in. She flipped her hair back before answering it.

"Cece speaking." she stated on the phone.

She nodded and few times before smiling excitedly at me. She covered the mouth piece with one hand and whispered, "He's here."

My heart sped up and the butterflies formed in my stomach. I began to twirl my hair but got a stern look  and a harsh whisper from Chandler, "You're going to ruin your hair!"

I quickly stopped but decided to apply perfume. I chose my Abercrombie & Fitch one. My favorite. I practically drowned myself in it before Brooklyn started coughing.

"Oh, sorry. Too much?" I asked her apologizing.

She continued to cough and waved her hand at me, "No no, *cough cough* your fine."

I laughed at her but still felt bad. I placed the small perfume back on the night table and walked over to the mirror for final check ups.

"Okay," Cece says locking her phone with a click, "he's outside waiting."

I applied lip gloss and rubbed my lips together. I checked myself one more time in the mirror before she handed me my over-the-shoulder bag and pushed me out the door. We came to the stairs and looked down to see the Louis, Zayn, Liam watching Harry and Niall play CoD.

I was the first to walk down the stairs. The boys didn't notice me at first until Cece cleared her throat. All boys looked at me, went back to the game, then whipped their heads back at me. All of them except Harry who was still shooting Niall.

"Mate, why'd you stop?" Harry asked annoyed without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Har--Harr--Harry." Niall stuttered before taking a big gulp.

Harry turned around and finally noticed what everyone was staring at. It was actually funny as I watched his mouth drop open.

"Hi boys." I batted my eyelashes.

"He--hello." they all stuttered.

"Going somewhere?" Niall asked as his eyes trailed my body, up and down.

"Yeah, a party with a friend." I replied.

"He's name is Ryan." Cece butted in.

"I never heard of a Ryan before." Louis asked suspiciously.

I looked at Cece for help and she quickly came to my rescue, "He's my friend."

The boys looked at Cece then back to me.

"Well he must be one lucky guy then." Zayn said sending me a friendly smile.

"And you're going out like that?" Louis asked chuckling.

"Is--is there a problem?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"Well no not really," Louis shrugged, "unless you were going for a slut look."

Liam nudged him hard in the elbow and gave him a stern look along with the boys. I looked at him with my mouth open. Did he just call me a slut? Louis? The one who I was starting to fall for, just called me a slut....

"Excuse me?" I asked appalled.

"You heard me love. Do you even really know the mate?" he stood up now and was walking towards me.

"No, not really but I do know enough that he's more of a gentlemen than you are." I said through clenched teeth.

I honestly couldn't believe this. I try to make Louis jealous and what happens? He calls me a slut.

"Oh really love? Do you know that much?," Louis laughed looking up at the ceiling before looking back at me with cold eyes, "well have fun anyways. Don't come crying to me if something happens to you." he spat.

"Well Scarlett has to go now before Ryan get's angry from waiting or before you guys create a pool from your drool." Cece pushed me from the boys but that didn't make their eyes look away. They continued to stare after me till they couldn't see me no more.

"How long should I stay at the party?" I whispered to Cece before I opened the front door still in shock of Louis just said to me.

"An hour before it actually ends which is always at twelve midnight so ask to leave at eleven." she replied fixing my hair a bit.

She gave my shoulders one last squeeze before opening the front door. I put on my best smile and took a few steps out. There Ryan stood leaning against his black Charger. He finally noticed me after I walked a few more steps toward him. He leaned his head back a few more inches to get a better view of me and he must've liked it because he smiled. A dazzling white smile.

"You must be Scarlett." he said, his voice dark and husky. Somewhat similar to Harry's just not as deep.

"And you must be Ryan." I gave a flirty smile, or at least I think that's what I did.

He chuckled before holding out his hand. I gladly took it but instead of the universal handshake greeting, he brought my hand up to his lips and gently kissed it. I was right though, Ryan was a gentlemen.

He quickly opened the passenger door and motioned me to sit inside. I held onto the door with my right hand and looked back toward the house. Louis stood in the doorway staring at me.

Hmph

I hopped in Ryan's car and he shut the door before quickly jogging around to the driver's side. In no time, the car roared to life and sped off. Ryan blasted the radio up turning to a rap station. I recognized one song, shockingly, and bobbed along with it.

"So how old are you anyway?" Ryan yelled over the radio.

"I'm eighteen." I yelled.

He smirked at me, "Legal."

I was confused at his comment but I shrugged it off. Probably some boy talk or code thing. We continued in silence, except for the blaring radio, until we came to this house or should I say mansion. This place was huge! There were about twenty cars lining the street, not even counting the ones parked on the grass. I could hear the music already. Something upbeat and loud. Through a window you could see people holding cups in the air and jumping.

"This way Scarlett."

I didn't even notice Ryan get out and open my door for me. I got up and he took my hand before slamming the car door. He intertwined our fingers with a smile causing a crazy butterfly loose in my stomach.

"Hey Ryan!" some boy came over with a girl leaning on him. He looked over at me with a smile and his eyes wide, "And who is this?"

"This is Scarlett, my date for the night." he looked at me with a smile.

"She's hot."

I blushed and twirled my hair. I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact of people actually paying attention to me or people calling me hot. Ryan punched his friend in the arm before pulling me into the house. I was instantly drowning in a crowd of people. I felt the heat radiating off their bodies causing me to feel claustrophobic.

"This way." Ryan whispered into my ear causing me to shiver.

We pushed through a group of grinding people until we came to the kitchen.

"Wanna beer?" Ryan asked handing me a bottle.

"Um..." I hesitated until Cece's voice popped into my head,

Just go along with anything he says...

"Yeah, sure." I asked grabbing the cold and wet bottle. He popped the cap open for me then his. He took one gulp of his and smiled at me. I looked at the bottle and brought up to my lips. I dipped my head back and took a big gulp just like Ryan.

I quickly brought my head back, coughing. This was disgusting! Ryan chuckled before taking another swig of his. I brought the bottle up to my lips again but pretended to drink it. I couldn't stand the taste that lingered in my mouth.

Ryan grabbed my the bottle from my hand and placed it on the counter next to his. "Let's go dance."

"Uh, okay."

I Let him lead me out of the kitchen and I'm assuming to the dance floor where all I see are boys and girls grinding. Why would they call it a dance floor if nobody isn't dancing? Why not call it the grind floor?

He pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and smiled. I looked around at the couples hoping for some sort of information on how to 'dance'. All I saw were couples making out and grinding. Nothing else. I was pulled out of my studying trance when Ryan turned me around and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me towards him. I felt his chest against my back as we swayed to the music.

Was I doing it? Grinding? I only seen people grinding at prom last year. It was disgusting to me and I just stayed away from that crowd. I was the only who just jumped around or managed to shake her hips from left to right every now and then but look at me now. Here I am grinding with a boy I just met less than an hour ago.

It seemed Ryan and I grinded for hours, but it was only for ten minutes. "I'm going to go get another beer." Ryan yelled over the booming music.

I nodded at him and he pushed through the crowd, disappearing in two seconds. I didn't know what to do here, alone, on the dance floor. I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my waist . I whipped around to see Ryan's friend from earlier, drunk as could be.

"Hey baaaaby, why not haaaaang with meeee for the rest of the nighttt." he slurred. He pulled me close to him and pushed away in disgust.

'Oh comeeeeee onnnnn." he drunkenly laughed as he pulled me closer. His grip was tight. Too tight for me to push away.

I turned around and swayed to the music cringing every time Ryan's friend would pull me closer to him. It felt so wrong to be doing this. I'm grinding with a boy who I don't even know. This isn't me. This isn't Scarlett.

I grabbed Ryan's friend's hand off my waist but he turned me around to face him. He smashed his lips into mine causing me to stumble backward. His tongue was already in my mouth, shoving it down my throat. I could taste the beer in his throat. Oh gosh, this is disgusting, I feel like gagging.

I pushed him off me and slapped him. He stumbled backwards onto another girl. Completely forgetting that I just slapped him, he towards to her and before you know it, they're grinding.

Rolling my eyes, I managed to push through the crowd. I had to push off a few guys as well who were, surprise surprise, drunk too. I made it to the kitchen and looked around. Where was Ryan?

"Excuse me," I tapped a boy who was leaning on the counter with his friends, holding a beer, "Do you know Ryan?"

Before answering he and his friends let their eyes scan my body a few times, "Uh yeah, we know him."

He took a swig for smirking at me, "The thing is, we don't know you."

I made a disgusted face, "Do you know where Ryan is? Yes or no?" I asked crossing my arms. He finished his beer and handed it to his smirking friend.

He took a few steps toward me so that he was only inches away, "Depends baby, what do I get if I tell you?" His hand lightly brushed a strand of hair that fell in my face.

I slapped his hand away and crossed my arms over my chest, "How about this, baby. You tell me where Ryan is and I might consider not dumping a beer bottle on you." I smirked at him.

He laughed darkly and crossed his arms, mimicking me, "You don't have a beer bottle baby."

Just on time a couple burst into the kitchen, fully making out. The girl was wrapping her hands around the guy's neck but couldn't because of the bottle in her hand. I swiftly took it out of her hand and dumped it all over the guy who stood in front of me.

"What the fu--"

"Now tell me where Ryan is?" I interrupted him.

His friends were clapping and laughing hysterically. He turned around and glared at his friends. Turning back to me he pointed to a door.

I leaned up a gently kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks baby."

I turned around and strutted toward the door Ryan pointed too.

Did I really just do that? Did I really just act sexy?

I knocked on the door lightly and then remembered it was a party. No doors were ever locked unless you were, you know, having sex.

I pushed open the door to see a pool table filled with full cups of liquid, most likely beer or alcohol. Ryan was on one side throwing a ping pong ball into a cup. He made it and the crowd went wild. His opponent took the red cup and chugged it down before crushing in his hand. Now I got it. They were playing Beer Pong.

I walked over to Ryan and tugged on his arm. He looked over at me annoyed but then noticed who I was.

"Heyy babyyy." he slurred wrapping his arms around my waist with a smile. His breath reeked of alcohol almost making me want to throw up.

"Can we leave?" I asked.

He looked confused at first then started looking between the game and I. He grabbed two of the red cups and chugged them down.

"Yeah, sure." he said as he finished.

He grabbed my hand and left the room of angry and annoyed drunk people. I guess no one is suppose to forfeit a beer pong game.

It took us awhile to get through the house. It seemed the size doubled since we first got here. Also meaning the temperature rose as well.

"Gosh, it's so hot in here." I exclaimed fanning myself with my free hand.

"You're always welcome to get naked." Ryan looked back smirking at me. He looked me up and down before nodding, "Yup, always welcome."

I've never felt so violated in my life.

We finally reached outside and I took a gulp of fresh air. Thank god for oxygen.

"Maybe I should drive." I told him. I remembered how drunk he was inside and wasn't going to waste my life.

I took the keys from his hand and began sticking into the car door to unlock it when I felt another pair of hands on my waist. I turned my head slightly to see Ryan smirking. Oh god...

He slowly moved my hair to one side and gently kissed my neck. My eyes widened at the sudden touch of a boy in a untouched area of my body.

"Ry--Ryan.." I stuttered.

"Hmmm?" he continually kissed my neck up to my ear and gently bit it.

"Ryan get in the car," I ordered gently pushing him away.

He came back and turned me around so my back was pinned up against his car. "I'd rather not.."

He smashed his lips to mine, already shoving his tongue down my throat like his friend did. He tasted horrible too. I tried to push him off me with two hands but he was strong. I remember Cece telling me he was a quarterback. Oh gosh... how am I going to get out of this one?

"Ryan get off of me." I spoke harder. He ignored me as his hands left my waist but moved upwards, feeling my upper body. I squeaked when his hands came in contact with my breats.

"Ryan!" I pushed again but he didn't budge. Instead, he just laughed darkly. His hands went back to my waist and moved upwards again. Suddenly I felt the wind and felt the goose bumps forming on my stomach. He was lifting my shirt up.

"Ryan," I pushed again, "Get off of me!" I was screaming now. "Help! Help!"

No one could hear me over the loud music. No one could hear me...

"Shut up will you." Ryan spat as he continually tried to lift my shirt up.

He seemed distracted with my shirt that he took pressure off of my body giving me a chance of defense. I quickly kneed him in his crotch causing his to hand on the floor clutching his now injured spot.

I pulled my shirt down and quickly ran. I kept running and running until I exited the neighborhood. His place was near Westbrook Town. Oh great, the place where everyone refuses to be at night, well everyone except gangs, muggers, rapists... I shuddered and kept on walking keeping my head low.

"I can't believe I freakin' let Cece talk me into this." I mumbled to myself.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time, it was eleven forty-five. I guess I did leave on time. My phone buzzed receiving a text from Cece.

From: Cece<3

Hey! How's it going with Ryan(;

I scoffed and locked my phone putting it away. I considered calling the boys or even Aislyn but that means I would have to face Louis and his reminder that he was right.

I hugged myself tighter as I walked through a dark street that was completely deserted. It was a good thing yet could be turned into a bad thing. No one's here so no muggers or rapists. Yet, they could be here and if they find me, no one would be able to hear my plea for help.

Stop thinking of negative thoughts Scarlett!

I took a deep breath and tried to think of other things, our upcoming first performance, our future ahead but it kept going to back to Ryan. Gosh, why was I so stupid?

"Hey Scarlett!" I looked sideways and I practically froze into place at the car who slowly cruised next to me.

"Ryan get out of here." I warned. I started to walk faster but he stayed right along with me.

"You shouldn't have done that Scarlett."

Ryan's threatening words made my stomach feel queasy and I tried to walk even faster. His car zoomed ahead but screeched to a stop. Ryan's door opened and he came around to me. I was pushed against a wall of a building by the one and only Ryan.

"Ryan, go away." I pleaded feeling helpless.

"Oh no, I wasn't done with you yet." he hissed as he pushed me harder against the wall.

His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and started to lift up again.

"Ryan stop! You're drunk!" I pushed against him.

His hands stopped but was placed at my waist. He pulled me against him and crashed his lips onto mine. I shut my eyes and tried to push off but it was useless.

"Oi!"

Suddenly Ryan's weight was lifted off of me. I took a deep breath but was afraid to open my eyes. I took another deep breath and opened my eyes.

"Oh my god Louis!" I cried.

Ryan was on the floor clutching his bloody nose with Louis standing over him with a clenched fist. Louis looked at me furiously. He grabbed my hand and led me to his car.

"Quickly, get in." he opened the door for me and I practically hopped in.

Louis was in no time, starting the car and speeding off away from the bleeding Ryan. I could feel the anger radiating off of Louis so I decided not to talk. Louis drove really fast making me cautious. He almost ran two red lights and didn't even bother to stop at a stop sign.

When we pulled into the house, Louis got out and slammed the door leaving me to sit in the car in silence. I smothered my face in my hands. I felt like crying my eyes out but I couldn't. Not in front of everybody and especially not in front of Louis.

I got out of the car and walked up the front door. I entered and relief spread over me. It seemed everyone was asleep. I walked upstairs, dragging my feet on every step. I was looking down so I jumped as I accidently bumped into Louis.

"What the hell were you thinking!" He hissed at me.

"Louis--please don't." I whispered.

"I told you were going to get hurt. Once I saw that Ryan guy, I knew he was trouble." he kept on going.

"Louis..." I whispered trying to get his attention but trying not to wake anybody up.

"And what happens?" he continued, "I went out to clear my head and guess what I see? I see some guy pushing you up against a wall! How do you think that makes me feel?" he screamed in my face. Now he wasn't even bothering to lower his voice.

"Do you think I felt any better than you did?" I spat back. "I was touched by a boy who I didn't even know! In places that I've never been touched before! So don't you yell at me, talking about feelings because you weren't the one that had to go through all that!"

I was breathing heavy now and Louis and I had a stare down.

"I can't believe I actually thought I liked you." I scoffed making Louis' eyes go wide and his face soften.

"You--you what?" he choked out.

"Forget it, just forget it." I whisper turning around and heading to my room.

"Wait Scarlett!' Louis ran over to me stepping in front of me. "I--I like you too."

Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen. So it was true. The girls were right. Louis did have a thing for me and now I just ruined it.

"You do?"

He nodded up and down not taking his eyes off me. He took a step closer and leaned forward, closing his eyes. I leaned forward too, waiting for the sparks to happen.

"Oi!"

Louis and I bumped heads at the sudden voice. Rubbing our foreheads we turned to see Niall rubbing his eyes.

"What're ya guys doin' up eh? I'm trying to sleep." With that he turned around and shut the door.

I looked over at Louis and giggled who chuckled back, "Man, sorry to break it to you love but, you've got a hard head." I tapped my forehead which stung from it's recent impact.

"Well this head needs it's rest so goodnight Louis.." I smiled.

Walking backwards, he smiled at me, "Goodnight hard head."

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