Year Two

Delia's P.O.V.

I finished applying the last of my make up, happy at last with how I looked.

Demi and I were out to a party tonight. A friend of Harry's I was pretty sure. Not that it really mattered. If there was going to be a party, I was going to be there.

I knew a few others who'd be there too. Rachel and Lizzie were going. So was Ashton, Michael and Luke - though I didn't know them very well. There was another one,Calum? But from what Rachel had told me he was staying home as he had a lot of work to do.
Liam,Zayn and Louis had the same reasoning. Harry and Niall would be there though. I wasn't fully sure whether or not that was a good thing.

Things between Niall and I had gotten a little complex. Don't get me wrong, we were still sleeping ttogether regularly. And the sex was great. It was just that lately I had been feeling a bit weird.

We had been hanging out, watching movies or going for walks or even just playing the Wii. Sometimes alone, sometimes with the others. And all of a sudden I was finding myself wanting more time like that.

More time just messing around and hanging out than just having sex.

There was clearly something wrong with my head. Our whole relationship was based on more of the 'benefits' than the 'friends'.

All of a sudden though I kinda wanted to scrap the friends all together. I wanted to hold his hand and wear his oversized hoodies and kiss him in public.

I wanted to be his.

There was clearly something wrong with me. Which is exactly why I needed to hook up with someone else. And soon.

My first thought had been Louis. But of course he was hung up on Rachel. Thankfully we could speak openly about that around Harry now. He was being surprisingly understanding.

I could have always tried it on with him. Then again he was still hooked on Skylar and so I'd be taking advantage of his vulnerability.

So my only option was to meet someone at the party.

I was wearing a white body-con dress that came midway down my thigh and hugged my curves. My hair was straightened and clipped back in some fancy way that Demi had done for me. And so after grabbing my clutch bag I was ready to go.

Walking in the front door, I observed the place keenly. Plenty of eligible bachelors available. I spent the first hour and a half drinking and dancing with random guys before I eventually decided I needed to use the toilet.

After relieving myself I headed out of the bathroom eager to get back to dancing. However I was distracted by the curly-haired boy leaning against the wall looking sour.

I recognized him. He had come to the carnival.

"Ashton, right?" I had to shout over the music, but he heard me.

He met my eye and raised an eyebrow.

"Delia?" He asked and I nodded.

"Why so glum?" I continued. He sighed, indicating to the huge group of people dancing and drinking. I instantly spotted Rachel in the crowd and sighed. She had obviously had a bit to much to drink as she was dancing (rather seductively) with no one in particular.

The boys around her gawped. I had to admit she was looked pretty good in a denim-coloured skater skirt and a white crop top. Her hair was curly as always and fell down her back carelessly.

"You guys still fighting?" I asked Ashton, glancing back to him.

He nodded.

I had heard from Louis that she was mad at him for some reason.

I sighed again, quickly grabbing his had and pulling him off in the direction of the crowd. I simply responded to his protests with 'we're getting you a drink'.

An hour (and a hell of a lot of drinks later) Ashton and I were dancing, our bodies pressed together closely. I knew Rachel could see us but I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

After all they were fighting. He wasn't even her boyfriend anyway. He was fair game,right?
I tried to ignore the fact that she was watching as I stood up on my toes to press my lips to his. He seemed momentarily shocked but responded pretty quickly.

As my hands tangled in his hair, his wrapped around my waist. There was no denying he was a good kisser but it didn't feel right - he didn't feel right. His lips were unfamiliar, unlike a certain blonde Irishman's.

I didn't have long to think about it as a few seconds later Ashton's lips were ripped from mine and he was being thrown to the floor. I blinked rapidly making sure I was seeing things correctly.

Niall had just pulled Ashton off of me and knocked him to the floor. If it wasn't for the fact that Harry was standing in front of him, blocking him there was a high chance he would have done a lot worse.

Rachel quickly bent down to help Ashton up but not before throwing me a dirty look. Okay so maybe the whole kissing Ashton thing wasn't a good idea..

I turned to Niall who appeared to have calmed down and was suddenly looking sheepish. A crowd had gathered but Iignored them turning to Niall with crossed arms.

"What the fuck Ni?" I demanded, confused.

He glanced from me to Ashton and back again before shrugging.

"I-I don't know what can over me.. I'm sorry.. I need some air" he mumbled out and before I had a chance to stop him, he ran outside.

Well this was certainly an eventful party..

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