4's A Crowd

Recently moved into a new flat, Aspen Langford can't wait to explore London after living behind the convent gates for a year. Since moving there from California she was excited for a new adventure. But what happens when she's forced to move in with three other guys who seem completely infatuated with her. Every girl would be lucky to be in her place...thing is, Aspen has no clue who they are.


9. Decieved

Chapter 9 


Okay maybe I wasn’t as calm as I acted. In fact I was really nervous and infuriated. Nervous because well I didn’t really want to go there with Harry and his lack of self-control. Infuriated because he was only doing it to get at me and piss me off even further. Even now as we walked out the door I couldn’t help but stare at Liam, Zayn and Harry they looked so adorable in their color coordinated outfit.

“You ready?” Harry awakened me from my thoughts offering me his arm and I took it apathetically almost cringing at our contact.

Liam glanced quizzically at us, “Ready for what?”

“She’s his date,” Zayn said through gritted teeth.

I blushed and looked down at my shoes as I walked to the elevator, fidgeting with the loose strands of my hair. “I just want my necklace back,” I told them exasperatedly. 

Harry stifled his smirk, “Sure that’s what she wants,” he winked patting my arm.

I jabbed him on his side with my elbow, “Don’t push it.” 

Harry groaned and loosened his hold on my arm, our contact barely noticeable now. I smiled and winked at Liam and Zayn who chuckled.

“Well at least it should be fun to watch Harry squirm for a while,” Liam whispered to me letting me get a whiff of his D&G cologne. 

Harry turned his head in my direction furrowing his eyebrows, “Hey! I can still hear you know!”

When we arrived at the party, in a ridiculously ostentatious black limo that was totally unnecessary for the occasion, it was packed with those who were invited and the infamous pestering of paparazzi. The five boys all walked out and then a roar of questions engulfed the air as they all smiled and waved trying to push past all of them. I felt so insignificant standing by them like they had forgotten all about me as they posed their one hundred watt smiles. And the funny thing is… they all seemed to enjoy it, the attention I mean. Here was Harry who never seemed to smile back at the flat; smile as if his life depended on it while he flipped his curly locks all over the place. I almost laughed out loud as they all took a picture with each other’s hands on their butts grinning wholeheartedly. Then Harry came bounding back towards me still beaming and offered his hand, “C’mon! You don’t want to stay all by yourself here do you?” I took his hand and let him guide me towards the entrance, “And besides ,” he leaned in whispering, “the paparazzi might as well take your picture seeing you look so beautiful.”

I blushed and smiled shaking my head then cameras started flashing in our direction, “Who is she Harry?” I heard them yell from all directions, “Your new girlfriend?” “Take a picture with her Harry!” “Turn this way miss!” “Are you as old as Caroline, hun?” 

If it wasn’t for Harry pulling me with him I think I would’ve lost myself in the sea of cameras and microphones that were being pushed towards me. Once inside I let out a deep breath and looked at him relief washed upon my face, “Thanks.” He nodded and proceeded to pull me through the crowd of people dressed finely in sparkly dresses and shiny suits.

I ogled at the lights and finesse of the party, it completely differed from the trashy Hollywood parties back home where all the girls would be drunk out of their minds by eleven and carrying their heels with their hair tied up in a messy bun. Harry squeezed my hand and I snapped my head back into his direction, “Do you want a drink?” 

I shook my head, “I don’t drink.” Strange as it was I was eighteen and completely went against any type of drinking, I mean sure it was fine if others drank but for me…the last time I did have alcohol,things happened that led to me actually moving all the way to London.

“I’ll have a vodka and a coke please,” the bartender obliged to Harry’s orders and it wasn’t long before he placed the drinks on the bar. Harry offered me the coke can and I took it willingly, anything but alcohol, was all I could think of. 
All five boys had all ordered a drink and were drinking casually as if it wasn’t for the first time. I glanced at the dance floor and realized how many people were actually here. And to be honest…I felt out of place. I wasn’t a party girl of any sort and maybe it had been a mistake coming here.

“You’re doubting yourself aren’t you?” Harry asked crouching down to my height. 

I turned and almost hit his nose with my own, “Nope…” Then turned back forward glancing at the people around me who were all of a sudden staring. “Why are they staring?” I mumbled more to myself.

“It’s because I’m so tragically famous” Harry dramatically said placing an arm over my shoulder. 

I raised an eyebrow as I glanced at his arm, then shrugged him off, “I don’t think so.”

“C’mon let’s dance,” He grabbed my arm and half-dragged me along with him, ignoring my protests. 

“I-I can’t” I answered lamely and rather loudly above the blasting music. Well I mean I can but like I haven’t danced in a year and not only that but really? C’mon, when you dance to hip-hop it’s not exactly like you’re doing the Macarena in elementary school where you’re two feet away from your partner…this kind of dancing was up close and personal.

With the lights shining iridescently above us in all shades of colors, Harry pulled me to the center and pulled me by the waist towards him. I couldn’t object because my pulse was racing and beads of sweat had begun to plaster my forehead, more from nervousness than overheating. He wiped it away and leaned in close, I breath caught as his lips almost grazed my own. I prepared myself for what was to come, what I expected this whole night but was too cavalier to admit, he turned towards my cheek and whispered, “Let’s put on a good show huh? Try to make this a little believable.”

Whatever I felt was gone and I was suddenly filled with annoyance at what he just tried to pull on me. And I knew he knew I knew because his mouth suddenly turned to smirk at me, knowing completely well what it was I had felt. But no more. If he thought he could rile me up as quickly as that he had no idea what was coming his way.

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