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Why Don't We Go There?

Chapter Two

"What are you staring at, Styles?"

I squint at him, trying to get a better look at his face in the dim room.

"You can really knock 'em back, yeah?" he grins revealing those infamous dimples of his.
I'd managed to surprise myself my guzzling down another beer despite being completely mortified to do so minuets before. The alcohol must have been doing its job because I found myself relatively calm having moved from the kitchen to a in the corner of the loud, dark living room.

Defensively I whipped my mouth with the back of my hand, ridding it of any foamy residue.

"Oh, sod off,"

He grins before staring at the group of boys in the middle of the dance floor who've managed to make drunken fools of themselves in an attempt to breakdance. I'm sure one of them will be headed to the emergency room before the night ends.

"So, havin' fun?"

His deep voice competes with the loud base of the music and I cover my ears slightly.

"Meh," I sigh, "our Lit club meetings are more lively than this,"

His eyebrows raise and that cocky smirk reappears.

"You really think you can do better yeah,?"

I scoff.

"Oh I know we can do better. Our World Book Day party is a force to be reckoned with. We've got consumes, literary inspired food. This party.. or whatever you call, it wouldn't dare,"

"This party could use a little turkish delight,"

He practically punctuates the sentence with his left dimple.

My stomach suddenly flutters with jittery, geekish excitement.

"I'm gobsmacked," I toss my hair over my shoulder. "I can't believe you read,"

Harry grins.

"I was pretty into that series as a lad. Learn something new everyday, don't ya?"

I couldn't help but feel somewhat endeared that Harry Styles, the biggest playboy in the entire university had a soft spot of C.S Lewis. If the news ever got out I wonder how he'd ever live it down.

"This party does suck ass. What do you say we sneak away somewhere more fun?"

"Like where?" I questioned slowly.

He grins.

"Anywhere. The moon, the stars. Just say the word and we'll go,"

I roll my eyes.

"You're a real charmer, you know that right?" I speak sarcastically but a teenie tiny part of my knows that Harry Styles bleeds charm.

Harry grabs hold of my hand, hoping to lead me through the crowd of party goers when he somehow bumps right into Niall who'd disappeared minuets before.

"Just the lad I was lookin' fore," he shouts in his drunken Irish accent.

Harry sighs, seeming annoyed.

"What's new, Niall?"

"I'm fuckin' starved. There's no food at this gig. I reeeeeaaaly want a taco right now,"

I blinked at the drunken boy in front of us and Harry rolls his eyes.

"Again, Niall, what's new?"

"Wanna go grab a taco with me, budddiie?" he drawls.

Harry shrugs.

"I am pretty hungry and Liv here probably needs something to soak up all the booze she'd gonna down tonight,"

Niall's blue eyes suddenly widen.

"We should get the other lads, make a night out of it! Stay right where you are I'm gonna go round up the clique,"

Niall runs off into the crowd of people and I turn to Harry.

"Who's the clique?" I question, suddenly feeling my anxiety reappearing despite the alcohol in my system.

"Louis, Liam and Zayn. They're our other mates. Don't worry, they're nice lads. A littl' crazy but nice,"

I smirked.

"A group of five blokes and you call yourselves a clique. Sounds more appropriate for a group of posh schoolgirls,"

"Hey," Harry shrugs. "I can't speak for the other boys but my masculinity is not fragile. I know what I'm into and what I'm not into,"

I want to say something but I can't quite put the words together. I'd always expected Harry to be uber masculine and stereotypically male based upon his reputation. I guess looks can be deceiving.

While Niall rounds up the rest of the boys Harry and I make ourselves comfortable on one of the unoccupied couches. After a lull of silence Harry stands to his feet.

"'Shoulda known he was going to take forever. C'mon, let's go find Niall, yeah?" he instructed whilst grabbing my hand and helping me off the sofa.

Once again, we forced our way through the crowd and up the stairs. I was actually beginning to think that down stairs was safer. There were more red cups littered around the floor, more couples violently making out, a few people discreetly smoking in corners and a group of drunken boys who dared each other to jump from the stair railing. Harry gave my hand a squeeze, a small gesture of assurance before yanking open the door to one of the bedrooms.
There in the small, messy bedroom was small circle of three boys. By the way they sat on the floor you'd think they were at a slumber party playing truth or dare. One of the boys I noticed as Niall by his blond streaked hair. The boy next to him had messy, toussled brown hair. The only person whose face was visible was the boy at the head of the circle, a brunette with a pompadour hair cut and beard.

His face held an upset expression.

"She said we needed a break." The boy spoke.

Niall reached over and patted his back.

"It's alright, mate." he replied soothingly.

The messy haired brunette next to him groaned.

"You know what Liam, fuck her! How many times has she said you two needed a break and ended up sleeping with another guy?" he asked furiously.

The boy at the head of the circle sighed.

"We were on break!" he exclaimed.

"It's still no fucking excuse, Ross, She's a whore! I don't see why you can't just dump her already. Get out and find yourself another girl." The messy haired lad finished.

"So, what'd I miss?" Harry asked finally making his presence known.

All three of the boys heads turned to face us. By the snippet of the conversation I'd heard, I can conclude that pompadour boy's girlfriend just broke up with him again for the zillionth time and the messy haired boy has a potty mouth.

"Li's having one of his Katetastrophes again." Niall replied.

Harry rolled his eyes.

I guess they're used to this particular type of drama.

The messy haired boy's blue green eyes shifted between Harry and I and a devilish grin spread across his face.

"Liam's love life is old news, let's talk about yours, Haz. Who's the new chick?" he questioned.
I could feel the blush creeping on my cheeks.

Harry sighed.

"You blokes are so nosey. Liv, meet Louis. Louis, meet Liv." he introduced.

I waved shyly.

Louis' eyes lit up.

"Is this that sexy library intern you've been blabbing about?" he asked.

Louis suddenly jumped up from his spot on the floor, grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"Pleasure to make your acquittance. Harold speaks so highly of you." he declared.

I swear, if I hear one more thing about a sexy librarian, some one is going to get hurt. Namely Harold.

"You've got plenty of explaining to do, Styles." I growled.

Harry blushed an uninvented shade of red.

"Damn you Lou. Why don't you do something constructive with your life?" he asked.

Louis shrugged.

"I am, instigation is always constructive."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"There's another member of our idiot troop I think you should meet. Liv, this is Liam. Liam , Liv." He spoke gesturing towards the boy with the pompadour cut.

He waved at me half heartedly.

"Pardon my crappy mood, I'm just a little gutted right now." Liam politely explained.

I nodded understandingly.

"Are you coming or not Li? I'm hungry and my stomach can't wait forever." Niall whined folding his arms across his chest.

Liam sighed.

"Oh, I don't know." he replied.

"Liam, please go with us. We're going to grab some tacos, hit a few other spots before the night ends and just let loose. C'mon, It'll take your mind off of Kate." Harry pleaded.

I guess I wasn't the only one who needed to loosen up.

"And if that doesn't work I can always get you something from Zayn's blunt stash. That'll surely do the trick." Louis chimed in earning dirty looks from Niall and Harry.

"What do you say, Li?" Niall asked.

Liam sighed.

"I guess, don't have anything better to do ." he replied. "

That's the spirit! Down a couple of tacos and a few pints of ale and Kate will never have existed." Louis shouted giving Liam a loud slap on the back.

Do all guys do that?"

"So, I guess we're ready to go then." Niall announced hastily hopping up from his spot on the floor.

"Not so fast mate, where's Zayn?" Harry asked.

Niall groaned.

"He always disappears at the most convenient of times." he spoke with an eye roll.
Louis sighed.

"Will you stop complaining?!? You'll get your damned tacos. C'mon blokes,"

he turnes to me.

"and birds. Let's find Zayn and roll out!" he commanded.

It was obvious that Louis was the leader of the group and Harry just survived on his charm alone.

I turned to Harry whose face held a broad mischievous grin. This night just keeps getting more interesting - in the weirdest of ways.

As the wild goose chase for the last member of the 'clique' ensued, I found myself back on the sofa, this time in the company of a snogging couple and a whining Niall. If I had a taco right now, I'd shove it in his mouth just to shut him up.

"Good news for you, Nialler." Liam spoke approaching us from where we were sitting amongst the other party goers.

Niall's blue eyes lit up.

"You brought tacos?" he asked hopefully.

Liam shook his head.

" Zayn's outside with the other lads. We can go now." he replied.

The look on Niall's face was the happiest I ever saw a person. Who knew the promise of tacos could brighten a person's life so much.

He hopped up from the couch.

"Prayers do come true!" Niall exclaimed and I slowly rose from my spot on the sofa.

I was just as happy as Niall, mostly because I didn't have to hear his whining anymore.
Niall practically burst through the doors of the frat house nearly knocking me over in the process.

Once outside I noticed Harry and Louis standing outside talking with a raven haired boy who balanced a cigaratte between his slender fingers.

I immediately assumed that this was the disappearing act, Zayn.

"Zayn, did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Niall exclaimed practically jumping on his friend.

I rolled my eyes.

Thirty minutes ago Niall was ready to leave him for tacos. Now when he conviently shows up their friendship is so valuable.

"Chill mate, I just went to the gas station to get smokes," he rolled his eyes "you can get off me too." Zayn added.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to see you," Niall replied sheepishly removing his arms from around Zayn's thin frame.

"So, I guess it's safe to say the gang's all here?" I spoke up for the first time all night.

It seemed as if the lads had forgotten about my presence in the midst of their boy banter and I was a little eager to see where the night would take us.

I instantly regretted making the comment because all five heads turned to face me.

I hated attention.

"Yeah, the gang's all here." Harry replied with a grin before sauntering over and draping an arm around the shoulder.

"So, Harry, who's the babe?" Zayn asked before taking a drag of his cigarette, his big hazel eyes landing in my direction.

"This is Liv." he replied.

I sighed knowing what would come next. It was obvious Harry had told his entire entourage about me.

Zayn turns to me and points his cigarette in my direction as of it were his finger.

"Hey, I know you. you're that library girl, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, the sexy one." I huffed, folding my arms across my chest.

"Well, no lies there, " he smirks.

"but I mean you work in the library. I've seen you there before. I actually read, unlike some people." he replied gesturing towards the curly haired bloke towering over me.

"I'm Zayn." he introduced himself extending his hand to shake.

I noticed an impressive amount of ink on his arm, more than that of the ink I got occasional glimpses of on Harry's own .

I returned the gesture.

Are we through with the introductions 'cause 'm starving!!" Niall whined.

We all groaned.

"Let's all go before the human bottomless pit dies of starvation," Liam spoke.

Louis' eyes grow wide with excitement.

"Let's take the jeep!"

Wow, a clique of rowdy boys with their own designated vehicle? This squad could rival Taylor Swift's any day.

"Oh, no, no, no ,no no," Liam sighed suddenly growing annoyed. "the jeep stays. I do not want another repeat of last time. My parents nearly killed me,"

They're obviously an unfortunate history attached to this jeep that I'm not sure I want to be a part of.

"Let's jus' go on foot. It'll be like high school all over again. And we can use the tube when we're all pissed and in town," Harry spoke.

Zayn shrugged.

"I'm game,"

"You suck ass, Styles," Louis groaned.

"Shut up,Lou, you could use the exercise," Harry retorts.

Our trek starts out quiet, hands stuffed in pockets and heads staring at the pavement but suddenly builds into a loud parade as the boys chatter and fight amongst each other. It takes a little under ten minuets before we finally reach the nerve center of night life off campus. Club goers stumble down the sidewalks and cars blasting loud music zoom down the street.

"Look! There it is!"

Niall looks as of he's entered the gates of heaven as he points to a tiny little shack of a shop.
"Great, now you can shut up," Zayn exclaims.

I can feel my stomach rumbling and after a late shift and that short walk I'm secretly as excited as Niall.

"So, you all come here often?" I ask Harry who stares down at the pavement.

"Hell yeah. Perfect hangover food. They've got damn good tacos,"

Niall prances ahead of the group while the rest of us, better able to control our hunger,linger behind. The pleasant aroma of meat and spices hits my nose once Harry pulls the door open for me (much to my surprise), Niall already inside and the other boys following behind. Colorful streamers decorate the restaurants walls and loud mariachi music ands a touch of liveliness to a rather dead environment. The boys flock to a large round red table and I follow. While the other boys plop down, Harry pulls out my chair for me to sit before sitting down himself.

"Chivalry isn't dead yet I reckon," I smirk.

"My mum taught me well, what can I say," he shrugs.

A waitress comes over to the table to take orders. By the look on her face I can tell she's tired and already annoyed with the large group.

"Hola! Que pass, bonita?" Niall shouts at the waitress obviously showing off the knowledge he acquired in elementary Spanish.

"Mate," Zayn rolls his eyes. "cut it out."

"The food's on me. Everybody down with a couple dozen beefs?" Liam asks, clearly ignoring his drunken friend.

"Tequila shots!" Louis shouts.

The table breaks out into cheers of agreement.

"Best thing you've said all night, Lou," Harry speaks.

I have to admit, I too am excited about the possibility of more alcohol.

When the waitress is finally gone everyone sits in silence that is short lived by Louis speaking.
So, Liv, tell me about you and Harry. He's been raving about you for months. What made you finally give in?" he asks smoothy, tucking a hand under my chin.

My face reddened.

I didn't know whether to feel flattered or embarrassed that Harry had been talking to his friends about me for so long.

"There's nothing to tell," I shrug glancing over at Harry. "we're not a couple. He just promised he could show me a good time tonight so I tagged along,"

Niall's eyebrows rose.

"Something tells me you two could be having a good time in more ways than one tonight."
Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, shut up Nialler,"

"You know," Zayn smirks. "you could be right. Don't you just feel the raw, sexual tension between those two? They're just waiting to get each other alone,"

Does every boy have to be so… boy like?

"Don't try to hide it, you two should just bang already. I've got plenty of protection if you need it. Comes in a variety of colors too. Got a color for every mood," Louis announced as if it were common knowledge.

Liam rolls his eyes, trying to hold back laughter and I look over at Harry whose face was as red as ever.

Thankfully the waitress saves me when she reappears with a tray of small glasses of liquid. I stare at it with curiosity as she places it on the table along with a bowl of limes.

"So, lemme guess, you've never done shots before?" Harry drawls some how reading my mind.

"Well, no shit," I quip.

"Ooo, do body shots! Liv and Harry of course," Zayn pipes up.

"Yeah, buddy!" Niall exclaims.

My eyebrows soon furrow.

"What's a body shot?"

The ten pair of eyes grow wide and I can't help but feel like the kid that's left out of the school secret.

"Oh honey," Louis cooes with a smirk. "you need more work than I thought,"
"A body shot is like a drinking game," Liam exclaims running a hand through his hair. "you pour some salt on some part of someone's body, lick the salt, drink the tequila shot and then suck the lime,"

I scrunch up my nose and Harry turns to me with a grin.

"C'mon, let's give it a try,"

I scoff.

"Oh no, you're sadly mistaken, Styles. I'm not licking anything off of you and I'm certainly not letting you lick anything off of me,"

Zayn smirks.

"C'mon Liv, don't be a Debbie downer. Do you know how many girls would kills to be in your position right now? I've heard through the grapevine that Styles works wonders with his tongue,"

If anything Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn are most successful at making people feel
uncomfortable than anything else.

"Exactly," I quip with a huff. "There's no telling where that tongue's been,"

Harry rolls his eyes.

"I'm not askin you to lick me from head to toe. While I'd totally be game, we don't have to go that far. Jus' lick the back of my hand,"

"No telling where those hands have been either," I mumble.

Louis groans.

"Will you shush up lass and take the damned shot?"

Something in my feels 50% grossed out and 50% intrigued.

Feeling suddenly bold I grab the salt shaker from the table.

"Let's get this over with,"

"Knew you'd come around," Harry smirks.

With that devilish, dimpled grin he extends his hand for me to take. I feel under the upmost scrutiny as the other boys watch while pour the smallest amount of salt. As I lean in I have second thoughts but quickly seal my eyes shut as my tongue takes a long swipe at Harry's salted skin. I then smoothly grab a shot glass from the tray, downing the strong liquid almost too quickly before shoving a lime between my lips. I finally open my eyes to look at everyone who's faces all hold amused grins.

"There," I sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Louis grins.

"Not bad for a rookie,"

"Alright, alright," Harry speaks. "my turn."

I can't tell if it's the alcohol taking affect or the adrenaline from this new found game but I feel my stomach pooling with excitement. Harry gently takes my hand copying my previous actions but much smoother, as if he's been doing this all his life. As he licks a long stripe along the back of my hand I can't help but think how the night had progressed from shelving books in the library to being licked by Harry Styles.

My thoughts must have gotten the better of me because he's already sucking on the lime in record time. The rest of the boys cheer in excitement. Harry whipping his mouth with that smug smirk on his face.

"Get in!" he exclaims.

Once the laughter and cheers have died down Louis smirks at me again.

"So Liv, anywhere else you'd like Harold to lick you before we actually have the main course,"
I roll my eyes feeling a blush creeping upon my cheeks.

"No more body shots, let's just keep drinking, yeah?"

"I say cheers to that," Liam shouts.

Our hands clamor for the rest of the shot glasses and after taco and another shot of tequila I find myself involved in a tipsy salsa dance with none other than Rico Suave himself.

So this is the world I've been missing out on. A world of hard liquor and silly boys. Maybe it's not so bad after all.

Notes

So I'm baaaaaccck!!

I know I'm a horrible person for not updating this sooner. So sorry it took me forever to update this. Writer's block sucks and plus on top of that I'm taking a summer class.

So, chapter two! We get to meet the rest of the boys! What do you think about them? Do you think they'll all be good friends after the night is over? And what about Liv? She's loosening up a little bit innit she? Maybe she's not really a homebody book worm and maybe there is a wild child underneath? What do you think the rest of the night will have in store for her and Harry? I love to hear what you guys think!

It's late and I've got a killer headache so I'll stop there. Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to leave a little review!!

Comments

@LivinLikeLarry
You know what they say, YOLO!

Lol. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Im glad that liv isnt being as uptight as usual, its not good to live in a library lol

@YouLoveWhoYouLove
I'm so glad you like it! Thanks for reading and reviewing!!

Omg. This is so great! I loved LPIL and I can't wait to see where this story goes, I love it already!

@LivinLikeLarry
I'm so excited to share it with you all! Thanks for reading and reviewing!