Secrets: Niall Horan

Alex doesn't have many friends and doesn't like people but when she meets a dark angel, everything could change...


5. The Party


I reluctantly walked into the house of Niall. Ugh. I didn't want to see him but yet I did. He's cute. I just wish he wasn't such a jerk.

A guy named Zayn led us through the living room and into the kitchen. The living room was big; a white sofa with back throw pillows, two white chairs, a glass coffee table, and a huge flat screen television built into the wall. Wow. They were rich.

"Hey love! I'm Louis! This is Harry and Liam. You've already met Zayn and Niall." Louis said to me.

"How nice to see you." Niall said.

"Fuck off jackass!" I said slipping into the living room.

"She's a feisty one, Horan." I heard Liam say. I plopped down on the couch and pulled out my phone. I had a text.

Shay: When you gonna be home?

Me: I'm not sure... Prob not coming home...

Shay: K. Whatever.

God, she was a bitch. She acted like my mother and I was older than her.

Harry came into the living room and let some people in at the door. The house became crowded quickly.

Soon enough, Liam got on top of the coffee table and announced that the party was going outside. I began to search the crowd for Anij. Sure enough, she was drunk. I saw Louis grab her hand and lead her upstairs. Great. So now I have to stay.

After everyone was outside, I remained sitting on the sofa on my phone.


"Damnit Niall!" Zayn yelled as he threw his hands up in the air.

I had accidentally spilled my drink on him. I stumbled towards the house. I opened the door warily and walked inside. My mind was foggy. Maybe I should slow down on the drinks, I thought to myself. I stumbled through the kitchen and decided to go to my room. As I walked through the living room, I noticed a sleeping blonde on the couch.


"Babe. Wake up." I slurred.

She woke up and looked at me with scared eyes.

"Don't call me babe. Leave me alone. You're drunk."

"I'm not."


"I can smell alcohol on you!" I exclaimed grabbing my phone off of the sofa.

"I'm leaving. I'm sick of this shit." I began to walk towards the door. Niall ran and stood in front of me.

"No. Don't leave. Come upstairs with me." He slurred.

"Get away from me!" I yelled. He pushed me up against the wall. Niall's face was inches from mine now.

"You listen here bitch. You want me. Don't deny it." He whispered.

"Niall stop!" I screamed once more. He had my arms pinned to the wall. Struggling made it worse. So I stopped moving.

"Please stop!" I whispered. And with that, he brought his lips to mine. He loosened his grip on my arms so I took the opportunity to push him away.

I slapped him and he fell to the ground. Zayn walked in just then.

"What the fuck happened?!" He exclaimed looking at Niall on the floor.

"Dumbass here tried to fucking molest me!" I yelled pointing at Niall.

"C'mon Alex. I'm not drunk." Zayn looked at me sincerely with his hand out.

For the first time tonight I had gotten a chance to really look at him. He had black hair with a stripe of red in his quiff, pierced nose and ears, colorful tattoos down his arms. He was really attractive. Especially his brown eyes.

Niall had passed out on the floor. Zayn had his hand out for me to take. I hesitantly put my hand in his and he led me upstairs to his room.

"Uh- where is Louis's room?" I asked, thinking of Anij.

"Right next door."

"Oh... Anij and Louis came up here earlier..." My voice trailed off. I felt two hands around my waist.

"We could do anything you want." He whispered in my ear. I turned around. Looking into those lovely brown eyes, I knew tonight was gonna be good. I no longer wanted to leave.

"You're so beautiful." Zayn whispered and with that, he leaned forward and our lips collided.

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