Good Girl Gone Bad

When the best student in school meets a few boys, she'll have to make some big decisions. Who will she choose?


19. Another Party?

Liam rounded the car to open the door for me. The sky was just barely dark, and the air was filled with music, the smell of smoke, and cheap beer. “You're lucky I like you.” I teased, looping my arm through his. “Harry is lucky I like him.” Liam replied with a chuckle. A group of teenage girls passed us, holding plastic cups and letting out loud laughs. “Why is Harry even having this party?” I asked as Liam pushed open the front door of Harry's oversized house. “I think he has a bit of a plan, you'll see.” Liam informed. “Harp!” Izzy called from across a crowed of people. She was swerving through all the different drunks. Izzy's blonde hair was pulled up into a curly ponytail. Izzy was yanking Niall right behind her, by his hand. Niall was wearing a goofy grin, his face was flush from drinking, and his perfectly blond hair was messy. “I didn't think you would be here tonight!” Izzy exclaimed excitedly. “Yeah, I need to come home with you after the party, is that alright?” I asked, eying Niall with a smirk. “Yeah, that's fine with me.” Izzy shrugged. “After I drop Izzy off, do you want me to come back here and help you clean up?” Niall offered. “If you aren't too drunk.” Liam joked. “I'll try not to be.” Niall laughed honestly. “Hey, I have to go do something for Harry.” Liam stated abruptly, before squeezing the side of my arm and turning to walk away. I assumed it had something to do with Harry's "plan". Niall and Izzy immediately went back to whispering to each other. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the chance of being a third-wheel. I walked through the wrecked house, every room was filled with intoxicated adolescents. I couldn't help but look around for Zayn. When I finally spotted him, it was just as I pictured. Zayn was wearing his leather jacket with a tethered, cut Green Day shirt on underneath it. His large, tan hand was clutching a red plastic-cup. I was trying to look at him without him noticing when the music suddenly went off and Harry pulled himself up onto a table. “Everybody, listen up!” Harry shouted, clapping his hands loudly to call everybody's attention. I stared up at him, rolling my eyes. Making announcements when you're drunk is seriously never a good idea. “Okay, I'm not cutting the party short or anything. After, I make this announcement I know a lot of you will probably dislike me, but that doesn't mean you have to leave the party. Also, I really don't care what you think of me. Anyways, last time there was a party in my house I made out with a guy on this same exact table. Then, I called him a fag and refused to admit that I... I love him. I love that little “fag” with all my heart. I made a huge mistake when I denied being with him. There is so much I love about him and I should have shouted it from the roof tops...” Harry paused and searched the crowd for Louis. I could tell when he spotted him, when the corners of his lips suddenly turned up into a smile. “There he is,” Harry whispered, now his smile was even larger. “Alright, that was it. The whole point of this was to say I love dicks. Well, one dick, and that is Louis'.” Harry concluded before stepping off of the table. I laughed to myself, I was sure the ending statement had sounded way more romantic in Harry's mind. The crowd was awkward and quiet until the music turned back on. Then everybody went back to what they were doing before hand. Well, except Louis and Harry, they were kissing of course. “You’re here?” A voice slurred from behind me. I turned around to see Zayn had gotten up from the chair in the corner of the room. “You’re really drunk.” I noted under my breath. “Do you love Liam?” Zayn blurted. He gulped down the rest of the beer in his red cup then threw it to the floor. I snorted quietly at his ignorant question. “No, we’ve only been on one date.” I shook my head. “Harper!” Harry called as he made his way over to me, Louis had his hands attached to Harry’s hips. “Have you seen Liam?” He asked. “Seems to be the question of the moment.” I shrugged. Harry wasn’t paying attention to me though, he was looking at Zayn with disgust in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’ve drank a lot tonight.” Zayn muttered an apology as he stared down at the puddle of vomit on the floor. “It’s okay, dear.” Harry comforted, giving Zayn a sympathetic smile. Zayn was leaning down with his hands on his knees. “Will you take him upstairs to the guest room and get him cleaned up and into bed?” Harry asked with pleading eyes. I looked around behind me to see if someone else was there. “No.” I scoffed. “I don’t even know where the guest room is. No, just no.” I refused quickly. “It’s the third door on the right, upstairs. There’s a bathroom connected to the room if he gets sick again.” Harry explained, as Louis nipped on his ear from behind. Louis had the stand on the tips of his toes to be able to reach him. “No, Zayn and I… we don’t work well together.” I summed it up as well as I could. “Please, Harper. He’s really drunk and he needs help. Please.” Harry begged, giving me a sad face. “Fine.” I muttered. I reached down grabbing onto Zayn’s jacket sleeve. “Zayn, we are going to go up stairs now.” I announced, leaning down to make eye contact now. “I know, I’m drunk, not a little kid.” Zayn replied defensively. “I was just trying to help.” I replied, pulling him along with me towards the stairs.

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