Truly, Madly, Deeply

"I love your laugh, your smile, everything about you. I love how you trust me no matter what, and I love the way you make the best of everything. And Felicity, I love you."


10. The Party

  “What are you doing here?” Harry asks.

  I’m at his house yet again. We really need to finish this project. Even though I hate his guts, I want it to be over with.

  “I’m here to do the project.” He nods and lets me through. Once we settled in his room, I take the initiative to start talking.

  “So…did you think of anything?” I ask.

  He shrugs. Of course he didn't. Then again, I really didn't either. I mean I had ideas but nothing special.

  “Well, we could make a film out of it. Like, tell the story from our point of view and make a film out of it.” I suggest.

  “Okay,” he says plainly.

  “We should sta-“

  “One second, I have a call,” he says.

  “Hey! What’s up? Yeah…cool! I’ll be there. Bye.” He says then hangs up the phone.

  “Sorry I have to bail. There’s this party at my friend’s house…”

  “WHAT?! My parents aren't going to be home until later so I won’t be able to get into my house until later so I won’t be able to get into my house. What am I supposed to do?”

  “Hey, that’s not my fault. Besides, I would ask you but it’s not really your scene…”

  Not really my scene? He doesn't even KNOW me!

  “Well…what about your parents? I’m sure they won’t agree,” I say desperately.

  “Don’t worry about my parents.. Besides they don’t live here. So are you coming or not?” he asks. 

  Do I want to go? Anything involved with Harry has bad written all over it. Before I knew it, I was blurting out the word:





  Harry called his driver to come pick us up.

  “Thanks for taking me and everything.” I said.

  I have to be nice to him since he is saving me from waiting for hours for my parents to come home. But just for now.

  “Well don’t get used to it. I’m only bringing you because I have to, not because I want to.” He said.

  “The feeling’s mutual.” I say coldly.

  We both flash our fake smiles towards each other. I seriously NEED to get away from him. I would if I could. Suddenly, the driver pulls up to take us to the party.

  “Hey Harry!” some random guy yells.

  Harry goes to join the group the random guy was in while I'm left wandering. Since I had nothing better to do, I took a tour of the house. There were red solo cups everywhere, and a dance floor where people looked like they were really getting into it. It was kind of gross what they were doing. After a while of lingering around I realize I have to go to the bathroom. I look around the house until I find a hallway. Bathrooms are usually in hallways right?

  I walk down the hallway when I come to the door and open it. BIG MISTAKE. When I walked in there were a couple making out on the bed. Gross.

  “Sorry!” I whisper and quickly shut the door.

  AWKWARD… After going through many other similar rooms, I come across one last room, which must be the bathroom. I knock on the door.

  “Anyone in...” I start to say when Brittany walks out.

  “There.” She just smirked.

  “What are you doing here? Lost?”

  I don’t say anything. She’s not worth it. I try to get past her into the bathroom but she just blocks me.

  “What’s the rush? It’s not like you have anywhere to go.”

  “Just let me through.” She drops her arm.

  “Fine, you’re not worth my time.”

  “I could say the same!” I yell back at her as she walks down the hallway.

  When I was done using the bathroom I decide to stay in the backyard area. You know, where there are less people. Then that random guy from earlier approaches me.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Do I know you?” I say coldly.

  “I’m Justin. And you are?”

  “Felicity,” I respond. 

  “What a pretty name for such a pretty girl,” he said. 

  “Not interested,” I say and turn around.

  He comes on the other side of me so I’m facing him again.

  “Fair enough. So how do you know Harry?” he asks.

  “We have to work on this project together.” I said.

  “I see. Do you like him?”

  “He’s an ass.”

  “True. But once you get to know him he’s not that bad.”

  Sure. I’m sure even if I DID know him he’d still be an ass. 

  “Whatever,” I say rolling my eyes.

  “So do you want to go upstairs?” he asks

  “What?” What exactly was he getting at here?

  “It’s a party so we should have a little fun.” His lips are getting closer to mine. MUCH CLOSER. I push him away.

  “Get off!" I yell but he doesn't budge.

  “GET OFF!” I shriek but he doesn't back down.

  “She said get off!” A deep voice says.

  Before I knew what was happening that same person punched Justin in the face.

  That same person being Harry Styles.

  “Come on,” he says and grabs my wrist, leading me out of the house.

  “Harry, where are you going?!” Brittany yells at him but he just ignores her and keeps walking. He stops when he reaches the car. We both get in.

  “Where do you live?” I give him a puzzled look. Why does he want to know where I live?

  “To drive you home.” Oh, duh. I’m such an idiot.

  “Oh. Wait, what time is it?”

  “Only 6:09, why?” 6:09? I could have sworn it has been longer.

  “Because my parents are going to be coming home at 8.”

  “Okay, well you can stay at my house until then.”

  MORE TIME WITH HARRY?! Stupid parents. I guess I really shouldn't be mad.  He did just save me from that pervert Justin. I do owe him some decency, no matter how hard it may be.

  The car arrives at his house and we go inside. I look around his house not knowing what to do. I mean there was practically nothing to do, and I wasn't about to go snooping in his house. Who knows what I might find.

  “Are you ok? ” he asks.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean about that guy…” he says trailing off.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Do you know him?” I ask.

  I know it’s a stupid question because of how buddy-buddy they were but I have to know.

  “Sort of. I only meet him at parties and we hang out there. But other than that, I don’t really see him much,” he says. Oh, okay.

  “If you see him again tell him he’s a jerk,” I say coldly.

  Funny how I’m know calling Justin the jerk instead of Harry.

  He laughs. “I think he got the message." he said referring to when he punched him. "So what do you want to do now?” he asks.

  “I don’t know. Do you have any good movies?” I ask. He goes over the bookshelf and pulls out a few movies.

  “I picked out the best ones. There is Love Actually, Titanic, and Harry Potter,” he suggests.

  “Titanic,” I quickly answer.

  I LOVE Titanic. He nods and puts the movie in. Once he put the movie in we both sat down on the couch.

  “Have you ever seen this movie before?” he asks.

  “Yeah, it’s my favorite movie.”

  “Your favorite movie? It’s too sappy.” He says.

  “TOO SAPPY?! It’s the best movie ever! Why do you have the movie if you hate it so much?”

  'I never said I hated it," he said shyly.

  "Mhmhhhhhh okay, sure," I said.

  “Whatever you say,” he says and we both laugh. After a while my eyes start to drift shut.

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