Chapter 4

We were just about to knock on the door to Ben's house when there was a loud scream coming from the other side of it. My eyes darted to Niall who for one second looked terrified, but then relaxed and looked ready to face the wildness inside.

I didn't have enough time to even utter a word, before the door opened. Out came one of Ashley's friends covering her mouth with both her hands, probably ready to throw up everything that was in her stomach.

My heart was beating at a fast pace, and I literally thought that I would pass out in any second. This was too much for me. I wasn't used to these kind of situations. I would much rather lie in bed, reading a good book or whatever! Just not be at a fucking party! I looked back at Niall, terrified that it was even worse inside.

My brain screamed at me. GO HOME! YOU'RE NOT GOING INSIDE! THIS IS NOT FOR OUTCASTS, ESPECIALLY NOT YOU, AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT!

I gulped at my brain's harsh words. Yes. I was an outcast, and yes, I knew that. I wasn't weak though, was I? I could go to a party without getting scared as hell...

Pfft, why are you terrified right now, then? My brain chuckled evilly.

I felt a feeling of adrenaline well up inside of me, shooting out into my veins. I could do this. My brain couldn't control me. I was going to this party, no matter what my brain said. You only live once, right?

I forcefully grabbed Niall's arm, dragging him inside the now open door without caring that Ben or even, Harry could kick us out.

I felt Niall tense as we got into the house. The music blasted through the speakers, and bodies were moving in sync to it while some people were grinding on each other. I felt like throwing up myself as I watched the dirty people on the dance floor. No way would I ever do that. Not even if I drank, no way.

I recognized some of the people, but I didn't bother to glance a second time to make sure it was actually them. No one here would know who I was anyway, since I wasn't popular whatsoever. I let go of Niall's arm as we were standing in front of some kind of mini bar. Wow, I have to say it was really cool to have a bar in your house!

Niall whispered something in my ear about going to find someone, and before I knew it he was gone. I felt panic wash over me as I realized I was all alone. No one else here knew who I was, and I barely knew who they were! Seriously, how many friends could Ben have that didn't go to our school? I mean, I recognized most of the people who did, and I couldn't even recognize half of the people here!

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder and I spun around to see who it was. To my surprise, Liam was standing in front of me with a worried look on his face. "Louis, have you seen Niall? We'd decided to meet here, but I can't find him."

I gulped. Wait, Niall had come here to see Liam? I didn't even know they were friends! "I-I actually have. W-we came here together, then he told me s-something about going to find..." I trailed off as everything fell into place. Niall had gone to find Liam!

"Who?" Liam asked, frowning a bit.

"You." I said flatly.

Liam's face softened, and he walked away. Most likely to go find Niall.

I sighed and sat down on a stool at the bar. The bartender that probably had been hired for the night, came up to me.

"Want anything to drink? Maybe a beer, or tequila?"

I looked at him with the best WTF look I could manage to put on. I supposed it worked because he walked away with a 'sorry-I-just-asked' look on his face.

I continued sitting on the stool, bored as hell, until I spotted a face that was all too familiar. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath hitched in my throat. Oh, how was I going to survive this?

Harry was swaying his hips to the music with a beer in his right hand, though I doubted he was drunk. He danced from girl to girl with a smile on his face. This was probably what he dreamt of doing every night. Dancing around, grinding on girls, getting wasted after awhile...

I sighed as I thought about how different I was compared to Harry. I liked reading books, while he liked partying, I liked school while he didn't, he was interested in girls, while I was interested in boys, I wore glasses, while he didn't, I was an outcast, while he was the most popular guy at school.

How could I be so stupid to fall in love with someone I couldn't have, someone I was totally invisible to? I was about to bury my face in my hands when I felt someone staring at me. I slowly looked up to see who it was.

I gulped at the sight. My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, and my cheeks blushed a dark red.

No way, Harry Styles was staring at me! I'd dropped my gaze as soon as I'd seen who it was, so I slowly looked up again. Immediately, we locked eyes and I swear I could see a smile on his lips.

I broke our eye contact and looked behind me, because it couldn't be me he was looking at, could it? To my surprise, all that was behind me was the wall. I gulped once again, turning back to Harry.

I promise, my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Could this be real? If it was, I'd been waiting for this for... three years! Right then, he started walking forward. My breath hitched as I noticed he was walking towards me. What would I do if he actually was going to talk to me?!

Calm down, Louis. He probably just wants to know who you are because you don't look like you usually do.

I took a deep breath. But, what if I would have to talk to him? I was going to throw up!

"Hi."

I took another breath, looking up to meet Harry's gorgeous green eyes. I swallowed thickly. Shit, he was too beautiful for my own good. "H-hi." I stuttered, mentally hitting myself for my silliness.

TALK TO HIM! THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE, EVER!

I exhaled, and smiled cautiously at him. He returned the smile, sitting down on the bar stool beside me, placing his beer on the table. He shook his head, causing his curls to fly everywhere and swept his fringe to the right side with his hand.

I tried to steady my heartbeat, but Harry made it impossible by just doing those actions.

"Aren't you Louis?" He smiled.

My eyes widened in surprise. He knew who I was?! This is unbelievable. Please wake me up from this amazing dream. I pinched my arm. Nope, this was reality.

I nodded. "Y-yes I am. And y-you're Harry?"

Well done there, Louis. Wait, why did I talk to myself in third person? Oh well, whatever.

"Harry Styles." He said, extending his hand.

I looked down at it for a while, before it clicked in my head that I was supposed to take it in mine. I shakily grabbed it.

"L-Louis Tomlinson."

Oh my God, his hand... First of all, I was HOLDING HIS HAND! Secondly, it was so warm, soft and... Perfect. I could hold it forever. His hand fit like a puzzle piece in mine, a large hand in a small one. As if that wasn't enough, the touch sent shivers down my spine. The skin on my arms tingled, as well as the skin on my hand, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Oh, I was totally in love with this boy.

He released my hand, looking down at his with a frown on his face.

Shit. Had I been holding it too tight, or had mine been sweaty? Oh God, how embarrassing.

I blushed, looking down at the floor. "H-how do you know who I am? I mean, I'm t-totally invisible to everybody." I managed to say.

"Lou, we have the same class, remember?" Harry chuckled slightly.

I looked up at him with wide eyes. Lou? He'd already given me a nickname?! If I weren't dead before, I sure as hell was now.

"Oh, I remember, it's just, I thought..." I blushed, looking down at the floor.

"What?"

I looked up to meet his eyes. He had a crinkle between his eyebrows, which I found absolutely adorable. "Well, you're the school's most popular guy, and I? I'm the school's biggest nerd. So, you shouldn't know who I am." I frowned, looking down at the floor again.

My face was suddenly being lifted up by two fingers, and soon I was looking into a pair of green emerald eyes. I gulped as I figured out it was Harry's fingers.

"Don't. You shouldn't be so harsh on yourself. We are who we are. The thing is, as long as you are who you are, you can become whatever you want. Trust me, I've told myself the same thing several times before." He smiled. "I should know who everyone in my class is, especially those who are themselves."

Somehow, that speech and that smile made me relax. Maybe he was right? I should accept myself for the one I was. It was just... I would never get the one I wanted because I was who I was. Yet, here I was sitting face to face with him.

Okay, that sounded weird, but it was true. Maybe Harry was one of those people who saw others for who they truly were, and not just because they were popular? Oh, how I hoped so.

"Wow, I never thought you were such a deep person." I chuckled slightly.

"Me either." He chuckled.

It fell silent for a while, before Harry spoke again, "So, how do you know who I am?"

I looked at him strangely. "Please, who doesn't know who you are?" I said, rolling my eyes.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

I sighed. I couldn't tell him the whole truth, because that would be extremely embarrassing. "You're the most popular guy at school. Everybody adores you, and you're on the school's football team, playing goalkeeper."

He chuckled slightly. "You are well informed."

You don't say... "Mm."

Right then, a girl flung her arm around Harry's shoulders, sitting down on his lap. "Hi babe, wanna dance?" Ashley asked, biting Harry's earlobe seductively.

I looked away, feeling disgusted and jealous. Why did that bitch have to come and ruin everything? God, I really hated her.

Harry pushed her off slightly. "I'm coming, babe. I'm just gonna exchange a few words with Lou here." He smiled at me.

Ashley flicked her eyes between me and Harry several times, before stomping away, clearly irritated. "If you're not there in a minute, I'll be here to come and get you." She shouted over the loud music on her way to the dance floor.

I looked at Harry again, getting lost in his gorgeous green eyes. "The girlfriend's calling." I tried to joke, but instead of smiling, I frowned.

He nodded slowly. "I guess I'll see you around, Lou." He said, smiling slightly at me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

Then he was gone.

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YAY, their first conversation!! :D Thank you again for the feedback. I really love you guys .x

So, as some of you probably have figured, this story has a side of Niam. I just can't help it, their bromance is sooo cute :D

This chapter took me half a day to write, which is no time at all for being me ;) but I just couldn't stop! This chapter was one of the funniest ones to write so far, considering this was the first time Louis and Harry talked to each other :D

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