Chapter 1.

-niall's pov

Slowly, I made my way through the crowded room. Hot, sweaty bodies all pressed up against me as I struggled past the masses. When I finally made it through, I sat down on a nearby couch and chugged my cherry vodka. I licked the remnants of the substance off my lips, and scanned the room for any possible game.

My blue eyes settled on a girl who regularly came to these frat parties, Sofia, I think her name was. She had jet black hair in the dim light; beautiful, flawless tan skin. She had a thin frame, usually covered (barely) by a tight dress with the top cut low.

And her eyes. Deep, chocolate brown, with specks of caramel. I always seemed to get lost in them. She must have felt my particular gaze, because she looked up from her drink at me and locked eyes with my own.

Her stare burned deep into me, and cliche as it is, deep into my soul. She seemed to know just what I wanted, and smirked at me.

She started to make her way over when two boys stopped her. I recognized them as Harry and Zayn, two boys I loathed. Okay- Zayn was alright. But Harry? I hated him.

I quickly stood up and walked over to them, silently daring Harry to do something out of line so I could hurt him. I watched as Sofia slowly backed up from the boys, but kept a calm look on her face.