I walk into the house, music blaring from speakers, flashing rainbow lights in every room. This is my atmosphere, always has been since I first joined this university. Niall greets me and we both walk into the kitchen. I grab a red solo cup and fill it up with any kind of alcohol that I don’t even know the name of.

Not to toot my own horn, but I’m super popular with girls. I walk into a party and everyone knows that I’m up for finding someone pretty and spending the night with her, after that I completely ignore whoever it is. All of my friends do it too, in my defence. It’s just that me and Niall are more well known to be guaranteed to be seen at a party.

Whatever, they do the job and I do theirs.

I walk into the crowded living room, spotting a friend group filled with really pretty girls. Niall’s jaw is practically on the floor and I nudge him with my elbow. “Don’t act like that when we go over there.” I say to him, looking back and my eyes lock on you, your eyes meet mine almost immediately.

I walk over to you and your friend group, Niall following behind me. I take a seat on the arm of the couch, my arm stretching over the back. I look down at you, your eyes meeting mine again. I note how your eyeliner is slightly smudged from your waterline. You’re one of the few girls who I’ve genuinely caught feelings for.

This hasn’t happened in a long time.

My hands begin to sweat a little, words getting caught in my throat and I get a little awkward. What is happening? I don’t even know what to say anymore, I thought I knew what I was doing. I look at Niall who’s perfectly chatting up a brunette that’s sat beside you and he looks back at me, frowning at the way I’m behaving.

I look down at you again, I have to atleast fake my confidence. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” I ask you, sneakily wiping my right hand on my jeans. “You’ve got really nice eyes.” I mumble accidentally. I’m literally shocking myself at how down bad I already am for a girl I don’t even know.