Ok so why are people mad that Niall made a joke about Louis smoking cigarettes and drinking beer as if that was a secret.... do any of you even know who louis is? I’m convinced half this fandom can’t tell who’s the real Louis and who’s your uwu soft, defenceless (no pun intended... maybe a lil) fanfiction version of him.
(Hi guys!!!! Here’s the first chapter in my new harry fan fic!! I’ve currently gotten a few written, so every time I complete a new one, I’ll upload the next chapter! I really hope you guys enjoy and if you have any suggestions let me know! I’m currently writing a chapter right now, so if I finish it the second chapter may be up by tonight!! hope u kiddies enjoy xoxoxo)
The last place I wanted to be tonight was this over-the-top, upscale New York City bar with guys flocking to a different girl every other minute, but Mae’s constant begging and puppy dog eyes got the best of me. I mean, how can you say no to someone who has been your best friend since you were 12? It’s simple- you can’t. You don’t want her to go out alone, but mainly you don’t want to miss out on anything. Or at least that’s my reasoning.
So here I was, leather pants and all, watching as Manhattan’s finest flew in from every corner of the building.
“Can you at least act like you want to be here, Bea?” Mae begged to me, sipping on her mojito while casually glancing at the guys who brushed past us in that moment.
“I do want to be here, but only because you’re here. I’m not here for any stimulating conversation with a wannabe socialite.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to have your bitch face on.”
“This is my natural face,” I scoffed. It wasn’t like I was purposefully trying to scare off the boys that Mae wanted; I was just blessed with a slightly turned down frown and a furrowed brow to follow. It was au natural.
“Well your natural face is scary,” she mocked.
Just then, a man with luscious brown hair and deep-set eyes found his way to the seat next to Mae and, the next thing I know, her back is to me and our conversation has halted. Clearly my bitch face didn’t scare off everyone.
As I motioned for the bartender to get me another jack and ginger, I glanced around the slightly packed room that looked way over capacity. Sure, it was a fairly popular bar known to have some of the highest class people come through the doors, but the building itself was rather small. The sense of tightness filled my chest as the bartender slid my drink down the bar top and right into my awaiting hand. I took the biggest chug I could without cringing and hoped that’d help.
“Not a big fan of all the people, are ya?” a foreign voice mumbled as a long, curly haired guy plopped down in the seat beside me while pressing his fingers to his temples.
“A little too much for my liking,” I commented. This time I tried to sip my drink like a lady would instead of a 300 pound grizzly man. Like Mae said, maybe I shouldn’t act scary during first meetings with people.
I noticed who he was but I was far too unsettled to say anything. The last thing I wanted was to be in this crowded bar, let alone making small talk with an ex-popstar.
“Smoking helps,” he said. He pulled out a pack and offered me a light, but I curtly nodded my head no and took another swig of my drink. I could feel the burn in my chest as the buzz slowly caught on to me. I hated being a lightweight. It got me into some serious problems when I was in college.
“Not into it, I can assume,” famous boy said before shoving it back into his pocket without pulling one out for himself. “I’m holding them for my friend, as lame as that sounds,” he retorted before shoving his chin in the direction of a swarm of people, so as to indicate his friend was over there I suppose.
“Not holding you to it,” I commented back. “What’s your name?”
“Is that a serious question?” he asked, lines forming on his forehead.
“Actually, it was a question asked out of politeness, but I see that stardom has gotten to your head a little bit,” I noted, sipping on my gin and jack while trying to avert my attention.
“It’s Harry,” he said unabashedly, unfazed by my sarcastic remark.
“Well Harry, I think you need to work on your mannerisms a bit before you go flirting with women.”
“And what’s to say I came over here to flirt with you?”
“Well you are known to be a womanizer, as People magazine would have it,” I laughed at myself, a blush creeping on my face as I openly admitted to reading about him in a tabloid. As if it were avoidable.
“That’s all garbage. It’s their job to make up shit on the spot and turn it into the next big scandal,” he grumbled. The beer bottle in his hand was downed in no time before he waved his hand in the air and another appeared in front of him in seconds.
The air was starting to get musty in the room and I had to restrain from gagging. Mae had wondered off with muscle guy and another woman had taken her seat, dressed in a slinky red dress to match her bright red lips. I felt like I was sitting next to a fire truck. My loose black t-shirt and leather pants looked too hardcore next to this Marilyn Monroe wannabe. I was starting to sweat.
“I never caught your name,” Harry said, glancing at me before locking his eyes on my mouth. I snorted.
“That’s because I didn’t give it to you, sir, and since I’m leaving you to it, I don’t think you’ll be getting it anytime soon either,” I said before gracefully hopping off the stool in search of some air.
“Wait, come back!” he shouted at my disappearing body, but I shrugged the request off because I was more focused on finding Mae and getting out of here.
When I saw her pressed up against the wall making out with the guy from the bar, I headed over and nudged her a little to get her attention. I offered a thumbs up as a signal and she nodded her head, shooing me away before returning all her focus back to hunky man.
Knowing Mae, I knew it’d be safe to leave her with the guy. She wasn’t one to take shit and had a black belt in karate, which is something she’d never admit to anyone else but me.
I stepped into the warm summer night air and inhaled the polluted, yet cleaner aroma that engulfed me. The smell of exhaust fumes and cigarette smoke had never smelled more beautiful. I stuck my hand out as soon as my eyes found the yellow moving target and hoped in the minute it hit the curb.
“57 Thompson St, please” I said to the old man driving the cab, before leaning back and closing my eyes as the world drifted along without me.
I’ve seen a lot of One Direction, and Larry ones, but I haven’t actually seen a Niall one, so why not give it a shot....
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