He walked past me and my friends gasped as he stopped and winked. He continued walking. I have no idea who he is, but I have to admit he is really hot. His curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, those dimples. Wow. I watched as he disappeared into the dark alley. My friends looked at me with open jaws.
"Close them, before you let a fly in," I joked. They looked at me. "What?"
"Don't you know who that is?!" Emmie yelled.
"That's Harry. Harry Styles,"
"I heard he treats girls like toys and if you don't do what he says, he'll beat you," Emmie told me.
"He's abusive," Lauren told me.
"I bet that isn't true,"
"Al, you better be careful," Lauren said.


18. 17

 Lauren's POV


“Where are we going?” I ask Niall. 

 “You'll see,” He retorts, concentrating on the road ahead. I sigh, slouching down in my seat and folding my arms across my chest. “Here,” He tosses his phone at me, “Text Harry and tell him to tell Allyson that you're okay.”

 “Okay,” I unlock his phone, scrolling through his contacts- seeing most of them being girls- and typing up a text to Harry. I send it then hand Niall his phone back.

 “Ta,” He smiles, shoving it back into his pocket. 

 “Can you at least give me a clue as to where were going?” I plead.

 “My house,” Niall rolls his eyes, “What did you expect?”

 “Like some sort of deserted land or a forest,” I say causing him to chuckle.

 “I'm not that daft,” He tells me, pulling up outside of his house. I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. “Go inside, you know your way around. Wait for me in the living room.”

 I rush inside, glancing back to find Niall with his phone pressed against his ear. The words “I've got her wrapped around my finger,” are clearly audible as I storm inside. I sit down on the sofa and pull out my phone.

 ‘help me’ I quickly text to Allyson, Josie and Emmie.

 ‘why?’ Josie immediately types back

 ‘Niall.. I'm scared’ Before I can type back my phone is snatched out of my hand and tossed across the room, hitting the wall and shattering into tiny pieces.

 “Oh so now you're scared of me?” Niall growls, clenching his fists. I squeak out a reply and shuffle away from him. 

 “Yes.” I breath, watching as he towers over me.

 “Well then,” He grabs my wrist firmly, tugging it so I collide with his body. “I could scare you even more.”

 “How–” He pressed a finger to my lips, trailing his hands down my back.

 “With my freakishly good kissing skills.” It feels as if time has paused, all that can be heard is Niall's deep breathing and the movement of his hands as he wraps them around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

 “Niall,” I trail off.

 “Shush,” He hisses, “We both know you want this as bad as I do.” He pauses, looking up into my eyes, “So why not, Lauren? Why can't we make it happen?”

 And before his lips collide with mine I realise something.

 That I am truly, madly, deeply and foolishly in love with him. And there's no way out now that I'm in. I've drowned and there's no possible way that I can surface again. I fell in love with a boy that will never love me.

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