Egomaniac [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 3 - The Night Of The Dance

Zayn, Dan, Josh, and Liam along with his girlfriend Danielle were at the school's gym preparing for the dance. "Hey, Liam, can you give me a hand, and help me put these lights on." Zayn called for Liam. "Just a second," Liam replied. "Be right back babe." he said, then leaned down to kiss Danielle who was putting glitter on some stars that to be hanged later. "Oh, get a room you two," Dan Josh whinned. Liam and Danielle stuck their tongues out at them.

Liam walked up to Zayn, lately Zayn has been feeling a bit blue, and Liam notices it. "Hey mate, whats up?" Liam asked. "Huh?" Zayn looked up to Liam. "Oh, nothing, just help me out with these lights."

Liam wasn't buying it, something is bothering Zayn, and he is going to find out now! "Something is bothering you Zayn, come on tell me." Liam said softly. Zayn sighed. "Well.... Basically.. " Having a Harry moment there Zayn, gosh, your step brother really influenced you, Zayn told himself. "It's Niall," Zayn said, he immediatly looked down to hide his blush.

"What about Nia-" Liam started, but he cutted himself off when realization hit him. His eyes went wide and he had a huge grin plastered on his face. "YOU LIKE NIALL!!" he screamed.

Zayn shot up and covered Liam's mouth with his mouth. "Ssshhh, keep your voice down man," he whispered. Good thing the others were on the other side of the gym and they're the only ones in the other side. Otherwise they would hear what Liam just screamed. Liam nodded and Zayn pulled his hand out from Liam's mouth. "Since when?" Liam asked still grinning. Zayn blushed, "Since 7th Grade." Then he sighed, defeat in his voice, "But he likes Harry."

Liam shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous Zayn. Niall likes you too. Yes, he likes Harry. But he likes you more. Don't you think I didn't notice the blush he sports on his face whenever you look at him. And I heard from a certain drummer boy," he pointed towards Josh who was helping Dan with the fountain in the middle of the gym. "That he only said yes to Harry to the dance for, one. For Louis to realize his mistake, and two. For you to finally notice him. So don't worry mate. Your feelings are both mutual." Liam reassured him. Zayn's face lit up, "You really think so?" Zayn asked. "I know so, now lets get these lights up ready for tonight." Liam said.

Hours passed and the gym is now done and really for full swing. The deejay set is now ready, the tables where the punch and appetizers and food are also ready. The twinkling lights are ready and the stars that hang from the cieling sparkles. The stage is also set with fairy lights and cardboard cutout of stars covered in glitter. Now its time for the dance.

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Later that night, thinking it would snare him dates... and Niall, Zayn agreed to deejay the dance. Wearing dark skinny jeans, white converse, a shirt that say's 'DJ MALIK', and a black leather jacket, Zayn played records from a booth overlooking the decked-out gym. "That was Live While We're Young by One Direction," he announced.

Niall had been practicing his dance moves all day, and now he was putting them to use with Harry. He still couldn't believe he'd asked him to the dance!

"I'm having a great time," he said.

"Me, too," Harry answered noncommittally, his eyes on the deejay booth. "Hey, I'll be right back, ok?" Harry made his way to the deejay booth. "Hey Zayn, mind if I borrow your mic?"

"Yeah, just a second," Zayn said, while turning the music down and handing Harry the mic.

"Hi, everybody," Harry said as the students said hello, hi, with mixes of shouts and whistles. "I just wanted to say how happy I am to be a part of a school where everybody is so nice."

The crowd erupted in 'awes'. "Anyway, I want to dedicate this song to all the friends I've made here and...one very special friend..." at the words "special friend," he looked straight at Niall.

Niall looked like he might melt. Life had never been so perfect. While Zayn was glaring daggers at his younger step brother.

That is, until Louis walked in to spoil it! He was wearing red pants, a white long sleeved button up shirt, with dark blue suspenders. He ditched his usual TOMS and wore a pair of white VANS, and seemed all to aware that all eyes were now on him. "Hey, guys! What's up?" he shouted.

Harry was still at the microphone. It took him a second to catch his breath. "Woah," was all he could muster.

Niall's moment was ruined. And by his best friend. He made a beeline for Louis and got straight to the accusations. "What are you doing?" he looked at Louis up and down. Did Louis have to look so out-of-control cute and terrific?

Proving he could indeed act, Louis put on his most innocent voice. "Oh, my goodness!" he gasp. "I completely forgot. I hope I don't stand out."

Niall wasn't having any of it, he can hear the sarcasm drip in Louis' voice when he said that. "I know exactly what you're doing. You're trying to get Harry to notice you."

Louis wasn't going to drop the act. "No, I'm not," he replied. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Harry.

"Hi, Harry!" he called out using his sweetest possible voice.

"Hey, Louis," Harry said. "You look great."

"Really?" Niall seethed, "I think he looks like a," he thought for a momemt. "A lollipop," he finally said.

But Harry was smitten. He corrected Niall, "A very cute lollipop." he told him.

Niall could feel the rage travel from his toes to his fingertips. If he had to stand there any longer watching Harry make goo-goo eyes at Louis.... Well, he didn't know what he'd do! "Hey, less talkie , more dancie," he ordered, dragging Harry away. "Zayn!"he called out. Zayn looked up and saw that it was Niall who called him and he grinned. He can't believe Niall actually called him. "Let's get this party started! Now!" Niall ordered. Zayn nodded and played some music.

Louis watched Niall and Harry, feeling more determined than ever. After all, he hadn't gotten all gussied up for nothing.

Louis grabbed a kid he barely knew and danced over to Niall and Harry. He smiled sweetly wondering if he should ask to cut in. It'd be bold, but would probably work...

Should I do it? Louis thought. Niall would be so mad. Well, so what? Harry liked me! He'd told me so. Well, okay, he'd told Zayn. But still! He was mulling his options when. Thud! Something slammed into his hip. Ouch! He lurched sideways. Who was the giant klutz with two left feet?

He turned to discover... It was Niall! And he hadn't just tripped. He'd slammed into him. On purpose. Well! Louis had no option but to bump right back. He flung his hip towards Niall and sent him flying.

Zayn noticed the commotion from the deejay booth and wanted to stop it and protect Niall. But it kinda looks fun and a bit harmless. "Looks like somebody's trying to bump up the party!" he announced. "Everybody's doing the bump."

But Harry could tell this was more than just a dance. "Lads, please, put the guns away," he said.

"Stay out of this, Harry!" Niall screeched.

"Yeah, we're fighting over you!" Louis shouted.

This made Niall even madder. "Fuck off! He's my date!"

Bump!

"He asked me first!" Louis snapped.

Bump!

"You said 'no' three times!" Niall yelled. "Forgive me for thinking that meant no!"

Bump!

"You're forgiven," Louis said sarcastically.

Bump!

The other dancers miscontrued Niall and Louis' increasingly volatile argument as a call to bump one another even harder. Soon, bodies were careening across the room. Meanwhile, Louis and Niall each took hold of one of Harry's arms as if he were a giant wishbone. "Ouucchh! In pain here!" he cried unhappily.

Harry didn't need to use even half his strenght to wriggle free. He flapped his arms twice, sending Niall and Louis sending in opposite directions.

Niall smashed into the table with the punch bowl, while Louis hit the one with the appetizers, and everybody went quite. Even the music stopped.