"How the fuck do I date?" I snap at Niall. "I've actually forgotten how to do this."

He laughs.

"Let's just go out, and don't go out to pull," He explains. "Put on something nice, and talk to people."

He tells me like I'm learning to read a book.

"Easier said than done." I roll my eyes.

"Just do it." He snaps.

An hour later, I come out of my room. I'm wearing my black skinny jeans, a blue shirt buttoned all the way up, with my black boots.

"Okay?" I ask Niall.

He grins widely.

"Wow," He laughs. "I never thought I'd see Harry Styles with all his buttons done up."

"Piss off," I laugh. "Is it okay?"

"Yes. Now come on." He grins.

~~~~~

"Why am I here again?" I frown.

"Shut up and get a drink." He grins. This feels odd.

I roll my eyes, walking up to the bar, tripping on nothing, waiting to be served. I play with my lip nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Harry?" A voice calls over and it sounds oddly familiar. I turn to look down the bar where the voice came from.

A tall figure stands there, fashionable shirt and long legs, gently tanned skin, and curly brown hair. His hazel eyes look pleasantly shocked, his features still gorgeous.

Nathan?

"Oh, hi?" I say, awkwardly. I'm blushing so hard.

He quickly paces up to me, and I can't believe he's here.

"How the hell have I ended up in the same bar as you?" He looks down at me, reverently, making me feel odd.

"I thought you - Didn't you say you lived in Southampton?" I frown, playing with my hair nervously.

"I did," He leans against the bar. "I just moved here last week, because of a new job," He laughs. "I can't believe you're in front of me."

I flush, looking down.

"Why are you out tonight, Harry?" He asks, and the bartender asks me what I want. I ask for a lager, before looking back at him.

"I'm - yeah, I'm trying to date again," I admit. It was too easy to be honest with him. "It's time."

"Yeah?" He smiles politely. "Can I ask you for one?"

My heart jumps.

"I - well, do you - if you want to." I cringe at my own embarrassment.

"Do you tell yourself you're beautiful everyday?" He suddenly asks, taking my breath away.

"I - no." I admit.

"Harry," He coddles. "Right. Please come on a date with me?"

My mouth opens like a fish.

"Yeah?" I say, before coughing. "I mean, yeah. That would be great."

"Oh, you don't know how happy you've made me," He smiles gently. "Can I give you my number in case you want to change your mind? I know this is new for you, so I don't want to pressure you."

How lovely. My heart tugs, making me play with my phone.

"Of course," I smile, getting my phone out. "I'm ready."

I wait for him to tell me the numbers but he isn't saying anything. I look up, has he changed his mind?

He's looking at me with that look again and it makes me blush.

"You're so beautiful." His eyes burn into mine, before he gives me his number.

"Thank you." I say, playing with a button on my shirt.

"Right so... Saturday?" He grins, his teeth amazing.

"Sure," I smile back. "What time?"

"7pm?"

"Okay," I nod, mentally remembering. Shut up Harry. You won't be able to forget. "I'll... text you my address? Or - I can totally pick you up?" I groan. "Sorry I haven't dated in like, over two years."

He laughs, fondly.

"Text me your address," He smiles. "Only when you're 100% sure on this, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Nathan." I sigh.

"Hey, you remembered my name." He chuckles, sipping his drink.

"Well - you were very nice - and the guys. We were talking about you-,"

He laughs.

"You're so cute," He grins. "I'm really looking forward to talking to you more."

I blush.

"Oh - me, too." I reply, playing with my hair.

"I have to go, Harry," He looks sad. "Will you text me?"

"Yeah," I breathe. "Thank you."

He frowns, before smiling, confused.

"For what?"

"For wanting to take me on a date?" I say back, head cocked.

"You're so beautiful," He chuckles, cupping my cheek so suddenly. "It'll be my pleasure. Bye, angel."

He moves away, and I watch him go, chest slowly filling with glee that needed to come out.

I move sharply back, taking my drink back with me to where I last saw Niall. He sits there looking around, until his blue eyes meet mine.

"Hello, hello?" Niall says, voice smug. "What was that?"

I put my drink down, before sitting next to him. I can't talk because I'm sure I'll make a girly voice.

Except it comes out anyway. I squeal into my hand.

"He - what - I don't-," I make the sound again. "Niall."

He laughs, ruffling my hair.

"Was that the guy from camping?" He grins. "Because he sure looked like it."

I nod, my hands clenched.

"Wow, isn't that fate?" He pushes my arm. "That wasn't hard, was it?"

"I have a date." I choke.

"You do."

"Niall, I have a date!" I squeal.

He laughs loudly.

"Come on, drink," He laughs. "We came out to drink."

~~~~~~~

I forget how many drinks I've had, giggling as we walk home.

"I have a date with such a beautiful man," I chuckle, holding onto Niall's side. "Such a beautiful man. Me."

"You look so cute when - when you're excited," He laughs. "I should get a date so I can look cute."

I laugh loudly.

"You are cute when you talk to your Mum on the phone," I slur. "Cause - cause she doesn't know you're not that polite."

"She does - she knows I'm a little shit." He cackles.

We sing loudly in my lift, and I make him dance like a girl on the way out. Niall's so funny when he's drunk.

"No need to run, or hide," I sing softly, trying not to laugh when we fall through the door. I swirl him around, before dipping him down and his leg kicks out, making me bark a sharp laugh, pulling him up. "It's a wonderful, wonderful life."

We mock slow dance, grinning madly.

"No need to laugh, or cry. It's a wonderful, wonderful life."

"Harry!" Eleanor calls over at me, and I jump a little before looking up.

Liam's sitting with Louis and Eleanor. Deja vu. It makes me laugh.

"Hey, beautiful," I chuckle. "How are you and Louis? Sorry - Hi Louis. How are you?"

I giggle.

He grins with Eleanor, clearly amused. He hadn't talked about when he tried touching me before when I came back. He's gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.

"I'm okay," She smiles. "You look nice."

"Thank you," I chuckle, moving back so Niall can stand. "Excuse me, Niall, you look stunning but something gorgeous has caught my eye," I walk up to Eleanor and Louis, before gently taking her hand, leaning to press a gentle kiss. "May I have this dance?"

My eyes flicker to Louis' and he stares, mouth open. Stupid sexy prick.

"You may." She giggles.

"You shouldn't," Louis calls over, making us look at him, even though I'm still pulling her away. "He can barely walk in a straight line."

"Are you jealous?" I grin, spinning her into my arms. "You want me to spin you around like a girl?"

"I'm not - no." He grumbles, playfully. He blushes.

I start singing for her because she likes it and I'm drunk.

"If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you. I think I might give up everything, just ask me to." I sing softly, dancing with her on the spot.

"I don't recognise that one," Liam smiles. "Have they released a new song?"

I chuckle.

"No, my good man," I spin Eleanor. "I wrote it."

She smiles.

"Sing more!"

"Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down. Right now I'm completely defenceless." I croon.

"Don't stop singing," She frowns. "I can't believe you wrote this."

I smile.

"For your eyes only, I show you my heart. For when you're lonely and forget who you are. I'm missing half of me when we're apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only. For your eyes only."

"Was that the chorus? That's really fucking - I really like it, Harry." Niall giggles.

"Sorry, El. I need my man back."

I grab Niall again, tugging him in by the arm, and he flops around messily. His arm holds around my neck, and I start moving around jokily.

"I've got scars, even though they can't always be seen, and pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing." I smile down at Niall, before pulling his leg up my side, and leaning him down.

We almost fall over, and I cackle.

"Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down. Right now I'm completely defenceless." I sing through laughing.

I spin us around the room, Niall trying to keep up, making us stumble.

"For your eyes only, I show you my heart. For when you're lonely and forget who you are. I'm missing half of me when we're apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only. For your eyes only." I sing louder, before moving away from Niall.

"Li, dance with - wanna dance with me?" I laugh.

"No."

"Tough shit." I tug him up, almost falling over.

"Harry." He whines.

"Shh, let it happen," I smirk, pulling him in. "I can feel your heart inside of mine, I feel it, I feel it. I've been going out of my mind, I feel it, I feel it. Know that I'm just wasting time
And I hope that you don't run from me."

Liam laughs, holding onto me anyway.

"For your eyes only," I spin him around. "I show you my heart," I hold his back to my chest, feeling him laugh. "For when you're lonely," I spin him back again. "And forget you you are," I pull him in and start to make him lean back, lifting his leg. "I'm missing half of me," I hit my little high note, Liam's mouth dropping open, and we fall over because I lose balance.

I land directly in between his legs and I cackle because I wasn't expecting that to happen.

"Your face!" I laugh, and he pushes me off of him.

"Shut up, I didn't expect you to hit a note like that." He grumbles pulling himself up.

"You really wrote that?" Eleanor asks, looking down.

"Yeah." I giggle.

About Louis.

Liam offers me a hand, and I take it. He helps me up.

"Why are you both so jolly anyway?" He chuckles at us.

I look at Niall, forgetting for a second about what had happened.

Nathan!

I squeal, before hiding my mouth.

Niall laughs loudly, before coming up to ruffle my hair.

"Are either of you going to say?" Liam laughs. "Did you have sex?"

"Gross, no!" Niall laughs, pinching at my cheeks.

"Li, I got a - I - Niall saw me - and I was there - I've got a-," I squeal again, grabbing Liam's arms, excited. "And that guy from camping!"

"Yeah!" Niall agrees.

"So on Saturday - we - I - I can't believe it!"

Liam's hands cup at my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

"Haz, you're making no sense." Liam laughs. "I haven't seen you this excited in years."

I make a sound through my teeth, straight from my gut.

"I have a date." I grin. "Me - I - Harry has a date, Li."

Eleanor squeals with me and I quickly look at her.

"Harry! That's amazing!" She smiles widely.

"When did you decide to go out?" Liam asks.

"Last minute - Niall said, and I was like, sure thing." I chuckle. Niall scoffs.

"I'll tell the story, because I tell the truth," Niall rolls his eyes. He pulls me over with him to sit on the chair and I messily fall down, half on Niall's lap, before adjust myself to sit closely under his arm. "This young man was feeling a bit sorry for himself so I says 'Harry, let's go out and get you a date'," He grins at me. "To which Harry says 'how the fuck do I date?'," I giggle, laying my head into his neck. "So I says to put on a nice shirt and stuff, and I don't think I've ever see Harry with his shirt done up, but here he is."

"I look very smart," I chuckle. "Very sophisticated."

"Is that drink you've spilt down your shirt?" Louis asks, making my eyes flick over to him. He looks half amused, half intense.

I hate that the first thing I think is that I'd let him fuck me. Especially with that vest on, the one he'd worn when he first fucked me.

"I've had worse things on my shirt, Lou." I smirk, unable to help myself.

He stares at me, until Niall regains my attention.

"And so we go to this random bar neither of us have been before, and I say to Harry to just go and get a drink," Niall chuckles. "He trips on his way up to the bar, so clumsy."

He rubs my shoulder, making me blush because I'm such an idiot.

"Then, fucking get this," Niall laughs. "That guy from camping happens to already be at the bar, right? And he double takes when he spots Harry, playing with his hair and touching his fucking lip like a nervous wreck."

"Wasn't that bad." I defend myself. "Was I?"

"And then he calls over to Harry like something out of a movie," He continues, completely ignoring me. "Then I proceed to watch as Harry twitches like a deer caught in head lights every two seconds, blushing bright red, tripping over almost every word, except that man," Hs chuckles. "That man looks at you like you're a complete God."

Did he?

"So you've got a date?" Eleanor asks. "With him?"

"I - yeah - I can't believe it." I laugh, actually frowning because it was weird.

"Must be fate, right?" Louis' voice says to me and my heart clenches because it still wasn't him.

It was fate when I fell in love with you at first sight. Not this.

My eyes flicker up to his, and I feel it so hard in my chest because he was looking at me the same way Nathan did.

"I guess it is." I reply, voice quiet. My heart hurts, but I had to be this way.

"Did you write any other songs? You wanna sing one?" Eleanor changes the subject, maybe sensing my sadness.

"No - I - I'm gonna go to bed." I say sadly.

"Hey, don't do that," Niall holds me closely. "You were so wild about this date, what happened?"

"It's okay - I just thought too much into it, Ni." I smile, fake. I sit up. "I'm fucked though. Help me get up."

He moves forward and we sort of use each other to stand, and I giggle when we almost fall over.

"Come on," He laughs, and we stumble towards my room. "Let's get you into bed."

"Sounds promising." I chuckle, forcing my mood to change from my sadness.

"Don't say that," He makes a sound in his throat. "What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't had sex in well over a month," I laugh, leaning against my door. "You know my pain, right?"

He hisses.

"How haven't you exploded?" He winces.

"I did, remember," I giggle. "All over my sheets."

"That was a mental image I didn't need." He scoffs. "Night guys!"

"Night, El. I promise I'll sing my songs to you next time," She smiles politely. "Night Liam, please be kind to me in the morning," He laughs back at me. I look at the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Louis Tomlinson. "Night Lou, you're go-," Fuck. Why? I'm a fucking idiot. "You're going to be alright getting home, yeah?"

That sounds odd, and I hope I'm drunk enough that no one notices.

I can tell that he knew what I was going to say, because I blush. His eyes open a little wider, mouth opening before smiling gently, showing his perfect teeth.

"Yeah, Haz. Thank you."

I open my door and fall in with Niall, and he laughs when we barely manage to stay standing up.

We collapse on the bed, and I push up so I can lay onto it fully, and Niall does the same.

"Not gonna lie," His voice sounds amused. "I'm not gonna move, sorry."

"Shh," I breathe. "Less talking, more sleeping."