ok wattpad was being super weird with this chapter so sorry if u got a notif and there was no new chapter but i think it's fine now? idk but whatever moving on

I'm getting so many comments about this so before you read, Wattpad used to automatically mark stories as R if there were too many curse words and that meant the story couldn't be ranked, so people would put dots to keep the book PG-13 so that's why 'f.uck' is written so often

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So I think this may be my fav series i do here tbh idk, i really like stupid lyrics but it's kind nostalgic reading my old fic

OK ALSO THIS CHAPTER IS LIKE REALLY FUCKING LONG SORRY

PREVIOUSLY in Mariel's old fan fic-

-Tatum told her mom she may have a concussion but after that it's kind of irrelevant bc I realized i didn't feel like actually turning that into a storyline bc lazy

-Zayn apologizes for THROWING HANDS at harry

-Zayn tells Tatum that harry never apologizes, but he apologized to her!!!! (she must b special!)

-TATUM SLAPS HARRY IN THE FACE LMAOOOO TBT #ICONIC

-Liam makes plans to tutor Tatum (but tutor in what ;)))). lol jk it's literally just fucking calculus)

-Tatum and Kylah meet up to get ready before Niall's killer bday party!!!!!!

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(This chapter could be a little triggering towards the end so just be aware of that)

Chapter 7-

I sit on my bed with The Kite Runner in my lap as I stare at the wall. My attempt to get ahead in the book is failing as my mind wanders from the book to Harry every five seconds. My mind is so captivated by this boy and I hate it. No matter what I am doing, the asshole boy with perfect green eyes, and tattoos (this doesn't narrow down many people?? Like the amount of people she could be talking about tho literally so many people have green eyes and tattoos) somehow manages to creep into my mind. There is always something to admire about him. The way he smirks, his dimples, his cherry lips, even his fucking hands are perfect for christ sake. (Okay tru Harry's hands are fucking perfect)

I eventually give up trying to read the book and hop into the shower hoping the water will somehow wash away my thoughts of Harry. (bc that's how showers work. you get in the shower and then suddenly you have no thoughts yup valid)

I take my time in the shower, washing my hair, shaving my legs as close as possible, and just standing under the water letting the warmth of it consume me.

By the time I shower and dry my hair it's 6:20 so I change back into my sweats and tank top, grab my dress from my closet and walk over to Kylahs's house.

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"what kind of make-up should I do?" Kylah asks while going through her make-up bag.

"I don't know," I answer, "your dress is pretty simple so you could go either way."

"Well, Ashton is going to be there, and I am planning on getting some, so I think i'll go with a more dramatic look." (literally just cringed) she says smirking at me."What kind of look are you going to do?"

"Uh, I suck at make-up so probably just eyeliner and mascara."

"I could do your makeup!" Kylah says now turned to me with excitement in her eyes. "I want to be a make-up artist."

"That's ok I guess, don't go too overboard though."

"Ahhhh!" Kylah squeals. "you're going to look so hot! I am going to show you the magic of bronzer, and foundation."

"Foundation? Kylah your skin is so much tanner than mine. I would look like I came right from the Jersey Shore if you use your foundation on me." (haha Jersey Shore!? this book is so funny and relatable)

"Not my foundation Tate," She says as she pulls out a light foundation "My old friend left her foundation here and she is just as pale you...shocking, I know." I give her a fake glare as she holds the foundation up to my face . "Perfect! Here sit on this stool." She demands as she grabs a stool placing it in front of her.(Okay...this is gonna be long explanation. SO I had this idea that never happened bc I stopped writing this fic, but this light foundation was LITERALLY a foreshadow ok. BASICALLY, it's Perrie Edwards foundation (when Zerrie was a thing lol) and her and Kylah WERE best friends but Zayn got her PREGNANT AND SHE MOVED AWAY BC SHE WAS BULLIED BC SHE GOT KNOCKED UP. AND ALL THIS WAS SOMEHOW GONNA COME OUT BY BRINGING UP THIS LIGHT FOUNDATION LATER IN THE STORY LMAOOOOO)

For about 15 minutes I sit there with my eyes shut as Kylah swipes brushes over every part of my face.

"Ok." She states, "Open your eyes."

I open them and look into the mirror behind Kylah.

"Holy shit" I whisper as I inspect every part of my face. The foundation makes my skin look flawless and my eyes look greener than ever with a grayish smokey eye she created. "Woah, when did I get cheek bones?" I say admiring them.

"Bronzer does miracles."(u right) Kylah responds with confidence.

"I don't know Kylah, I really don't want to draw much attention to myself, and the dress will already do plenty of that. Maybe we can calm the eyes down?"

"Tatum! You look gorgeous! Whats up with you and not wanting attention from boys?" (Maybe she's more of a CAT person than a dog person if u know what I'm sayin.)

"Nothing," I say probably too defensively "I'm just not in the mood for drunk boys trying to cop a feel."

"If they try anything, just knee them in the balls, simple as that. I am not allowing you to change your make-up just because males are pigs. (me) Now get your sexy self over here and curl your hair, we only have 45 minutes before we have to go." I decide to just oblige to Kylah's orders and sit down plugging in her curling iron.

I finish curling my hair and run my hands through it to make the curls softer as Kylah finshes her make-up.

"Ready to get into our dresses?" She asks as she twists shut her mascara. I nod, grab my dress and take it out of the plastic covering as Ky goes into her closet to grab hers.

We quickly change and walk in front of the full sized mirror she has.

"We are totally getting laid." Ky states as she examines both of us

"Correction," I say while pulling the top of the dress to cover my cleavage, "you're getting laid."

"Alright, Alright. Whatever you say." She responds while putting on black shiny heals.

I jokingly roll my eyes at her as I replace my sneakers with nude flats I brought. I see Kylah eye my modest choice of shoes, but she decides to hold back on commenting which I silently thank her for.

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It's 8:20 now and I can tell we are getting close to Niall's house when we turn into a neighborhood and I hear music blasting. (fun life tip- don't go in to a party if you can hear the must blasting from the start of the neighborhood. the police will shut that shit down. Literally common sense lmao)I feel a pit in my stomach and I pull up the top of my dress even higher than I did before to cover more cleavage.

"Tate, if you pull that dress up anymore it will basically be a turtleneck" she giggles at me.

I laugh and pull down my dress a little realizing I was being ridiculous. No one would notice me anyways, I mean I am going to have Kylah next to me so she should take all of the attention off me.

Harry's POV

This party is f.ucking lame. The crappy music is way too loud and the only thing mildly entertaining is watching drunk girls standing on tables trying to dance sexy, and completely failing. I take a sip of my beer and watch as a one of the girls takes off her top and throws it at one of the guys, I roll my eyes. (Harry sounds like he's super fun at parties)

I should have just stayed home, I don't even know why I came. I mean, I know I wanted to talk to Tatum but...why? I shouldn't be apologizing to her for something that is none of her business, and it's not like we are together or anything. I've never cared about what anyone has thought about me before, why do I care so much about what she thinks? (bc it's a "bad boy falls for good girl" fanfiction, harry. this is just how it goes you gotta roll with it)

I push the thought out of my mind and try to focus on the dancing girls while I lean back into the couch I'm sitting on.(alright i did a bad job at establishing what he was doing bc i did not imagine him on a couch when i started reading his POV. now i gotta re-imagine this whole scene fuck u mariel)

"Hey Harry!" I look over and see Niall walking towards me.

"Hey man, happy birthday." I respond as he sits down next to me, "It's a...great party."

Niall grins and rolls his eyes. "I know parties aren't your thing lad(LAD), I'm surprised you haven't taken off with some girl already."

"I'm just not in the mood to have sex with some random girl and regret it the next day." I respond taking a big gulp of my beer.

Niall dramatically gasps, "Harry Styles doesn't want to have sex?"

I jokingly punch his side, "F.uck you Horan, is there anyone the birthday boy has his eye on?"(the way I just imagined Harry saying this was SO HOT I don't even know why but FUCK)

I see him blush and I try to contain my laughter.

"Well," he starts, "there's this new American girl, Tatum, she's in my English class."

My grip on my beer bottle tightens I feel my jaw clench as he continues.

"She has the cutest laugh and these beautiful green eyes."

I know I should be happy for Niall, but out of all of the girls in our school, why does he have to like her? (you know when the main girl isn't even that great and all the guys want her an you're like why tho. I mean i don't hate Tatum but she's nothing special and it's been like A DAY bye)

F.uck here I go again with the caring thing.

"Uh, That's great dude." I respond without a hint of sincerity.

"Wow." I hear him say. I look over at him and see him staring towards the door with his eyes as wide as they could possibly go. I turn my sight to where he is looking and see Tatum and Kylah walking in.

Holy f.ucking shit (the period honestly takes a lot away from the word lmao)

I feel my breathing go uneasy and my grip tighten even more on my beer bottle. (boy you bought to smash that shit in ur hand) She is wearing this little black dress (JUST WALKED INTO THE ROOM) that reveals her boobs that I didn't even know she had. She looks absolutely stunning and I can't seem to take my eyes off her. Her blonde hair is in curls that fall just past her shoulders and she is twirling a piece between her fingers as she searches through the crowd. She put make-up around her eyes as well, making them even more green and beautiful than they are usually, which I didn't even think was possible. (tbh at least he's not one those annoying boys who's like "yeah she looks nice... but it would be nicer if she went natural. i love natural beauty. natural love natural. no makeup. I HATE makeup. I just thought of mascara and now I'm projectile vomiting. Natural.")

Several guys comment on Kylah as they walk through and I see Tatum's face get red when she catches a guy obviously staring at her chest. She releases the piece of hair she was twisting to pull up the top of her dress, and I can't help but smile at her modesty. She continues to search through crowd and her eyes land on me. She quickly looks away as her face turns into an even deeper shade of red. (alright this paragraph wasn't terribly written my writing skills were improving 👌👌👌)

I see her say something to Kylah and she starts to walk in my direction and I feel my heartbeat quicken. She looks uncomfortable walking over and I begin anxiously picking at my fingernails thinking about what she is going to say when she gets here. (yeah i really wasn't good at keeping harry a bad boy for a long time)

She looks up at the ground and quickly looks at me before directing her attention to Niall who I completely forgot was there.

"Happy Birthday Niall!" She says cheerfully, ignoring my presence

F.uck of course she wanted to talk to Niall, why would I even think she was going to talk to me. She slapped me in the face for christ sake, obviously she wants nothing to do with me. Niall thanks her and calls her beautiful which pisses me off (LMAO) and I awkwardly sit there while Niall tells her about the girls who were dancing before. I decide to do her favor and get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen to try to make her less uncomfortable.

I throw away my empty beer bottle and grab another one. I lean against the counter thinking about those green eyes. Thinking about them makes my heart flutter (again, not good at the bad boy thing) and the realization hits me. I can deny it all I want, but it's not going to make the feelings go away.

I really f.ucking like this girl. (ITS BEEN 2 SECONDS)

Tatum's POV

We walk through the door and everyone's gazes shoot to Kylah. I am certainly thankful that I came with the most stunning girl ever. I nervously twirl part of my hair and look around at everyone. I see one guys eyes set straight on my chest and I feel my face heat up. I release my hair and quickly pull up my dress to cover up the girls.

It's entertaining looking at everyone completely engulfed in Kylah and she doesn't even notice. I search through the crowd and make eye contact with Harry who is staring straight at me. I feel my face get even hotter and try to turn my focus to Niall who is sitting next to him.

I tap Kylah's arm to get her attention and lean over to her ear. "I'm going to go say happy birthday to Niall."

"Alright, I'm going to try to find Ashton, text me when your (hate to be that asshole but... *you're) done talking and we can meet up."

I make my way through the crowd and start to walk towards Niall. I see Harry tense but I try to ignore his stares as I get to Niall.

"Happy birthday!" I say trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

"Thanks America! You look beautiful!" (ok im laughing bc i forgot this was like a nickname for Tatum and just imagined like Niall at like an American award show accepting a award and saying "Thanks America! You look beautiful!")

"Thank you!" I smile at his sweet comment and he begins to tell me about these girls who were just dancing on the tables with half their clothes off. I try to focus on what he is saying, but I get distracted when I feel Harry's stare fall from me as he gets up and walks towards the kitchen. (idk i actually kinda dig that i did this scene from both of their POV's good job little mare)

He must really dislike men if he can't even stand being around me (HAHAHA I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE 'MEN' INSTEAD OF 'ME' WHAT A PERFECT MISTAKE IM DYING) I'm starting to really regret slapping him (yeah you should regret it honestly lol), obviously what he did to Kylah was awful but it wasn't really my place to slap him. I should probably apolgize. Shit, I hate apologizing.

"Tatum?" Niall says while waving a hand in front of my face snapping out of my trance.

"What did you say?"

"I said do you wanna go upstairs to my room? It's a lot quieter so we could talk." (oh boy)

"Uh sure."

We get up and he takes my hand to lead me to his room. We walk into the kitchen and I see Harry leaning on the counter drinking a beer. He looks up at me then down at Niall's hand holding mine. His eyes widen for second then harden as his eyebrows furrow and he stares at the ground.

Is he jealous? (yeah)

I look away from Harry and focus on the ground as me and Niall exit the kitchen

We get to Niall's room and he closes the door behind him. I look around inspecting it, His walls are a navy blue color and his bed covers are just solid black. He doesn't have much decoration except for an Irish flag on the wall and an arctic Monkey's poster

"You like the Arctic Monkeys?" I ask him while looking around.

"Yeah, they're my favorite band. You like them?"

"Oh my god, I love them." I say as I sit on the edge of Niall's bed.

"Have you ever been to one of their concerts?" He asks while sitting next to me on the bed.

"No! I really want to. I am defiantly (defiantly im cringing gtg) going to one eventually."

"Maybe we could go to one together sometime?" He says as he places his hand on my thigh rubbing up and down.

"Uh yeah sure," I say getting up from the bed to get away from his touch, "I should really go, I told Kylah I would meet back up with her."

"You have hours to meet up with her, stay here with me for a half hour?" This situation is making me really uncomfortable and I need to get out of here.

"No, I really should go." I reply

He walks up to me and gently pulls on my arm and puts his mouth up to my ear, "Come on it will be fun." He kisses my neck pushing me up against the wall.

"Please stop." I whimper, but he doesn't. Instead he pushes the bottom of my dress up higher rubbing my thighs. this situation is all too familiar and I feel the tears burning my eyes. "Niall stop!" I say this time louder catching his attention. He looks up with his eyes full of lust then terror. (I actually wrote this scene pretty well I think)

"Oh my god Tatum, I'm sorry are you alright? I thought you wanted to." He lets go of me and I push him away.

"How does me telling you to stop make you think I wanted to?!" I yell as the tears fall from my eyes. (YES STAND THE FUCK UP FOR YOURSELF YES)

"I didn't hear you I'm sorry! I must have been too caught up in the moment. Why are you crying so much?" (SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA RAPE HER YOU DIP SHIT??)

"Because I was afraid you wouldn't stop like him!" As soon as I say the words I regret them and I start sobbing.

"What? Who's him...oh my god Tatum I'm sorry....I-I didn't know." Niall attempts to reach out for my arm but I push it away and run out the door.

I ignore the crazy looks I get as I pass through the hallway and take out my phone to call Kylah to see if she can drive me home. She doesn't answer so I begin opening every door I pass by looking for her. I am mainly greeted by "get out of here!" but I don't give a flying f.uck right now. All I want is to find Kylah so I can go home.

I open the last door on the top floor, it's dark, but I can see Ashton standing up with his eyes closed and a girl in a red dress on her knees in front of him. Oh...

I hold in my sobs and close the door quickly hoping they didn't see me.

I don't know where to go so I quickly go back to room I remember being a bathroom when I opened it. I take deep breaths trying to calm my crying and look in the mirror fixing my makeup that got smeared around. When I finish, I sit on the toilet seat and pull my knees up to my chest trying to figure out what to do. I didn't see anyone else at this party I know besides Niall and Harry, and those two are pretty much out of the picture for driving me home.

I decide to just wait in the bathroom until Kylah and Ashton...finish since I don't have many other options.

Sooner than I expected, my phone starts vibrating and I answer it immediately.

"Kylah?"

"Hey, yeah it's me where are you i'll meet you."

"Meet me by the bathroom upstairs." I hang up and take one last look in the mirror and hope that I don't look like I have been crying then walk out of the bathroom.

About a minute later I was greeted by a smiling Kylah which quickly turned into a concerned Kylah when she sees me.

"Have you been crying?" Well, so much for hoping she wouldn't notice. "Sorry I didn't answer I was playing beer pong and we all put our phones in a pile so we wouldn't be distracted by them."

"Uh yeah, do think you could drive me home, or I could drive us home since you have been drin-...wait."

"What?" Kylah asks confused.

"I thought you were with Ashton?" I respond getting nervous.

"No, I tried looking for him but I couldn't find him. I tried to find you but someone said they saw you go upstairs with Niall, so I just joined a beer pong game. Why?"

shit (SHIT)

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Ok lowkey this chapter wasn't terrible??? I remember this being one of my faves when I wrote it

And if you guys don't really remember, Ashton and Kylah are dating but she wasn't the one with him in the room so that's why it's like shit!!!!

Also glad I didn't follow the cliche of Harry saving the day when she was in that situation with Niall

-Mare :)xx

Also i FINALLY listened to the song "Death of a Bachelor" Ive been hella slacking with Panic recently bc my music taste has changed but that song is FUCKING LIT BRENDON URIE'S VOICE STILL FUCKS ME UP

also the Dunkirk trailer was so beautiful and holy shit I can not wait to see the movie and how Harry acts in it because he honestly looks like he does a good job. I also just wanna say that this movie is historical, obviously, and not a movie to go into to scream as a fangirl when harry comes on screen so DON'T FUCKING DO THAT. it's really intense, sad and a real event that happened so be respectful