niall

I walk into school, more than a million pairs of eyes on me as the door slams shut behind me. The roar of Harry's sports car speeding away down the street doesn't help my case either. I'm slightly out of uniform, and probably look disheveled. The attention isn't wanted right now, that's for sure.

"Niall?"

Ashley comes from my right, taking my arm and dragging me right into the girl's bathroom. I sigh in relief at her touch, missing her motherly companionship. She takes out her purse, sitting me down on one of the dirty sinks and working on my face.

"Wow, look at you," she whispers, "what happened last night, did a train pass through your bedroom?"

"More like a dick in my asshole and a hand on my dick..." I mutter, and her eyes widen.

"You got laid?!"

"Shhh!" I exclaim, covering her mouth as she continues to squeal behind my hand.

"Oh my god!" Her voice is muffled but still loud, so I squeeze tighter and she quiets down, "Niall who did you have sex with?!"

"I'll tell you soon, I promise," I tell her as she powders my worn out face.

"I should have known!" She goes on, "Your face looks so sexed out!"

"Oh god, shut up," I groan, "I can't even believe what's happened. It all just went into action too quickly."

"Do you regret it?"

"No..." I breathe, "not a damn second."

The warning bell rings and Ashley collects her things before helping me off the sink. We both walk out of the bathroom, phones in hand and chins tilted high.

"Derek's been missing you," she cooes, "he senses that you're a bit distant. I swear he has a huge crush on you, and won't talk about it."

"Well it looks like he's going to kill his own game," I mutter, turning the corner to another hallway, "I don't do crushes, remember?"

"Right," she snorts, "Mr. You're In or You're Out."

"It's not like that," I roll my eyes, "it's more like...I don't take conformation from a crush. Ha--this person I met this weekend, he was very straightforward about it. No funny business. He got right down to business, and in the best way too..."

"Well I'm glad for you," she nudges my side with a smile, "you look happier."

"I feel happier," I grin back, "honestly, he's perfect."

"You're happy until you get in too deep."

I glare at her, throwing her an agonized 'what gives?' look before she shrugs and begins to lecture,

"I love you this happy as well, but don't look too deep into it, yes?"

"I won't, I won't," I promise her just as my body collides with another. I see bouncy blonde curls as I fall right on my sore ass. I wince as Ash helps me up, only to be met with the familiar icy blue eyes of the devil. Of all people I had to run into, it had to be Amber?

"Watch where you walk Niall," she snaps, "do you even know how to walk?"

It takes all the willpower in the world not to lunge at her. Ashley is gripping my arm tightly as a warning. A warning that she will stop at nothing to get me out of a fight with Amber and her snooty rich parents. We all know who wins when money gets added to the equation.

Your GPA is higher than hers, your GPA is higher than hers...

"Yes Amber, I do know how to walk," I say calmly, "I think it's just a matter of you knowing how to walk in those hooker heels."

"Says the one who works in a strip club." She taunts as someone calls her name from across the hall.

"He's a sexier dancing than you and your pancake ass would be, you--" Ashley starts off, but can't finish, because whoever wants Amber's attention really wants it.

"Amber! Amber!"

She looks over and waves as two girls rush over to her excitedly.

"Hey! You looked so so sexy in your picture with Harry Styles and Zayn Malik!"

My eyes widen, but I try not to make my alarm noticeable as Amber giggles, giving them a hair flip to swoon over as well.

"Thanks," she grins, turning back to me, "I met them at the mall yesterday, Harry was totally vibing me."

"He was, huh?" Ashley laughs, "Are you sure it was Harry?"

Yeah, are you?

"Positive," Amber says with a confident poise, "in fact, he's going to Zayn's album release party, now that I think about it. Maybe I'll show up again, you know, rock his world."

"I think his world is already rocked," I pipe in, and Ash and Amber both stare at me for my sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry?"

"He is a rockstar," I roll my eyes, covering my annoyance towards her and Harry with annoyance towards her in general, "I don't think you can rock it as much as it's already been rocked."

"Whatever, you're still a whore, no matter how much you want to try and outsmart me."

She walks away, and the two girls that brought Harry up follow. I sigh, releasing myself from Ashley's grasp and departing the corner of the hallway.

"I'll see you at lunch?" She calls out and I nod, turning my head back to my phone anxiously. That was close; too close in fact. I know I'll have to tell Ashley and Derek today, but I'm not sure either of us are ready for the rest of the world to see it.

LUNCH: OUTDOOR PATIO
12:04 PM

I sit down with my lunch just as Derek and Ashley do, and we all pile our food in the center.

"You got pizza for me!" Ashley cooes as she eyes what I picked up. I'm the one that hates school pizza, but Ashley's last class is so far away, she can't get to the line before it all runs out. So I pay extra for her, and she pays me the £2 I had to use to get it.

"You know me," I smirk, handing it over as she trades me her chicken salad. I sigh happily, opening the container and taking in the aroma. Healthy eating is the only thing that keeps me alive.

"So," Derek looks me up and down before continuing, "you have something to tell us?"

"Right!" Ashley squeals, "Tell us who you slept with!"

"Wait, what?" He exclaims but I hold my hand up.

"Guys," I start, "before I tell you this, you need to promise not to overreact, or scream, or tell anyone."

"We promise Niall!" Derek exclaims as Ashley nods as well.

"Okay okay," I sigh, "so, two nights ago, I ran into someone very famous."

"How famous?"

"More Grammys than Taylor Swift."

"Harry Styles?!" Ashley whisper shouts, and I nod in surprise at how quickly she guessed. Is he really only known for having more Grammys than Taylor? The Swifties must be enraged.

"Yeah," I say, "but look, it was just a casual night at first. I went down to the bar and he just happened to be there. I didn't even recognize who he was until he took me to his house."

"Why did he take you home?"

"Because I got really drunk," I mutter, "but by the time we were getting on with it, I was somewhat sober enough to remember the feeling."

Derek has been quiet during the entirety of my confession, and it worries me. He's always been the one to have the protective beacon over me, and I sincerely hope he doesn't go ape shit on Harry one day, or worse, on me.

"What happened the morning after?"

"I got on a bus and went to school," I say, "I didn't tell you guys because I thought it was a one night stand. I then learned that it wasn't. Harry ran into the girls at Westfield. I didn't know he took pictures with them and stuff, but he told me he did run into them."

"Shit..." Ashley whispers, "Amberlynn and Katie and Sam and all them?"

"Yeah, they told them about my night job. At LONELY."

"That's horrible," she whispers, "I wish those bitches would just leave you be for a second. You're just trying to pay for college, just like everyone else."

"Well not really," I explain, "remember, everyone here is rich to their ears. Including you."

"That doesn't change anything between us," she reminds me, "It changed them."

"Whatever," I mutter, "it's their loss, honestly. But when they talked about my job, Harry went looking for me in lonely. The owner got him a solo dance due to the excitement of having a celebrity in the club, and then we met again and it was kind of humiliating."

"What does he think of it?"

"He's okay with it I guess, but it's still embarrassing. He's literally one of the biggest musicians out there."

"Who was also a high school dropout," Ashley tells me, and I become confused. Harry never told me he was a high school dropout.

"Do you know anything about him? Like, if you were to be a fan?" she continues, and I shake my head. Her eyes widen slightly and she nods.

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

"Let me finish!" I plead, "At the strip club, he offered something; something big guys."

"Other than his dick?"

"To pay my college tuition," I end her filthy thoughts before they can exceed past their stopping point, "For Pembridge Hall."

Ashley and Derek sit up now, he folding his hands curiously and she covering her mouth in surprise. All of me hopes they'll give me a clear vision on what to do with his suggestions.

"Niall, that's huge."

"I know. Should I take it? I don't want him to be like a sugar daddy or something. That's not what it'll be like, right?"

"This is Harry Styles we're talking about here. Niall, he isn't just a sugar daddy. He's the sugar daddy."

"Dear Lord..." I mumble, "should I take the money? It just seems so wrong, but I really need it."

"I mean, you're not trying to rob him of his money because you're too lazy. You're trying to work for the tuition money."

"Yeah...he wants me to stop working at LONELY."

"Aw," she cooes, "look at him, looking out for you."

"Yeah yeah,"  I wave my hand, "look, I need a clear answer here,"

"I say, take both of your means to pay for the tuition, and split them in half. Easy; compromise is the best way to go at these situations."

"Okay," I sigh, scratching at the back of my neck anxiously, "yeah, I can do that."

"Yay!" Ashley starts squealing loudly and I shush her again when I hear loud footsteps.

"You guys can't tell anyone though!" I whisper as girls in heels higher than their GPAs walk by, "He has management issues. He's not out as a gay man yet. And if it gets out that he's dating a minor, one of us is going to end up screwed. Maybe both..."

"Hey don't worry," Ashley shrugs, "we have no one to tell. But you're gonna tell Rose, right?"

"Yeah of course," I assure her.

"Good, because there is no way I could keep this a secret from her. Maybe her sister, but definitely not her."

"We couldn't keep that from Cassie. She would smell him on me or something."

"That, is the truest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

Rose has a little sister that goes by the name Cassandra. She's a vessel of fun, and happens to be the biggest Harry Styles fan our little group knows of. She's got everything down, from posters, to basic facts, to concerts. If a secret like this were to be kept from her, hell would be unleashed.

"We're not telling her that I've had sex with him...right?" I clarify.

"Oh god no," she assures me, "Just that you ran into him."

"Okay," I sigh, "good."

Though, common sense says 'don't tell the little kid that you had sex with her idol'.

The bell rings, and I turn around to pick up my garbage. Ashley does the same, offering to help me with my things. She waves before turning the other way and rushing to her dreaded calculus class.

"Hey," Derek finally speaks up as I turn to leave to my next class, "so...what are you two anyway?"

I tap my chin, poking my hip out as I stand before snapping my fingers. The word had escaped me, but it came back just when I needed it.

"Fuck buddies."

ASHLEY'S HOUSE
2:43 PM

"Was the sex at least good?" My best friend asks me, now that we're within the concealed walls of her bedroom. I sigh dreamily, falling back onto the mattress and hugging myself.

"Ten out of ten," I smile, "he literally took care of me like a prince."

"Where did you do it?"

"In his house; first time was on his guest bed, second time was on his kitchen table. Oh, and then he took me to a diner at like midnight, after we fucked, and when we woke up to take me to school, we made out on that same table. And then he gave me a hand-job in the car."

"Damn..." she smirks, "you definitely get your work in when you can."

"When he's around my sex drive is insane," I confess, "but his was pretty high too."

"On what?"

"No no, his sex drive was high."

"Oh; how big was his dick?"

"Big, or of adequate size," I try to measure him in my head, but not too much because I don't want to get horny or anything around Ashley. Not that it would matter, because she would just call her girlfriend and have phone sex with her just to spite me. It's happened before.

"What are you gonna do when you see him again?"

"Probably choke like I did the last time," I sigh, "I literally stood frozen in a t-shirt and panties."

"Did he even care about the lingerie?"

"Oh he loved it."

"Then we have to get you more!" Ash grabs my laptop excitedly, searching for the Victoria's Secret website, "Let's go internet shopping."

"Really?" I whine, "We just did this last week with Urban Outfitters. Aren't your parents going to kill us?"

"Not really," she shrugs, "they don't care. As long as I don't buy a car they're okay with anything."

The life of the wealthy must be simple. Ashley goes shopping every day, and spends over five hundred dollars doing it as well. That amount of money must be worth ten cents to her.

My phone rings and I grab at it, lunging across Ashley's bed and pressing the green phone icon as soon as I see Harry's name with a bunch of unnecessary hearts and kissy faces he added.

"Oooo, look at you," she teases me as I roll my eyes.

"Hello?" I answer my phone excitedly, but Harry's tone dissuades that joy back down to a minimum.

"Where are you right now?" He asks sternly.

"At Ashley's house..." I mumble, and she looks at me with a confused glance. I do the same, shrugging my shoulders as Harry begins to talk again.

"Don't freak, but someone spotted us last night."

"I assumed it would happen," I respond calmly, sitting back down on the bed, "did any pictures come out or anything?"

"Not clear enough to recognize you," I nod as he continues, "but my PR team is pissed off. Like, really pissed off."

"Why?"

"Because I was apparently supposed to be in my room Face-Timing with my devoted girlfriend Kendall Jenner."

"Oh."

"You know it's not real. I know you're smarter than that."

"No no, I get it..." I lay back quietly, resting my other hand across my stomach, "What are they gonna do about it?"

"Kendall and I took some, revealing photos..." Harry is trying not to tread in dangerous waters, and I can tell by the slight nerve in his voice. But for his sake, I remain calm and listen to what he's saying.

"Keep going."

"They're about to leak on the internet, and I don't want you getting mad. It was like a photo shoot, and I know you're gonna see them someway, somehow. Just trust me, because none of what you're about to see is real."

"Thanks for telling me," I tell him, "it means a lot that you thought of me."

"Don't thank me," he says, "it's gonna get a bit busy on my end, so hopefully we can meet up soon."

"Yeah," I say, biting my lip as Ashley looks back, wriggling her eyebrows, "I hope so."

"I'll talk to you later, yeah? Be careful when travelling commercially for me?"

"Alright, see you."

"Bye love."

The line goes dead and I sigh, rolling over to where Ash sits with her laptop. I grab it from her, clicking 'buy' on articles of clothing I didn't even look twice at.

"What was that about?" She asks, staring at me as I drown my disappointment in online shopping. I know Harry still cares for me, but the fact that the world gets to see him as the man dating Kendall Jenner, or the one who meets female fans and brings them back to their tour bus, annoys the living hell out of me. Possessive, but I don't give a flying fuck. He tapped this ass two days in a row. Not Kendall's, and not Amber's.

"Nothing," I mutter, "just another straight girl upping me, once again."

"Please; you have a better ass than half the girls I know."

"Thanks Ashley."

i think that the next chapter is gonna be my favorite one. hands down.