Isabella is your everyday girl. She gets good grades has amazing friends. Her parents adore her and want nothing more then a good education for their daughter. what happens when everything doesn't go as planned? What happens when she comes face to face with a certain boy named Harry, the school's bad ass.


5. game time

Harry handed me a red solo cup, filled with a yellow tint liquid. I knew right away it was beer. I thought it was rude that he only brought two cups back, one for me and one for himself. I do have three friends with me that actually like to drink. I took a look around and the house was already filled with drunk teenagers, I wondered how long they been her before us. How they got drunk so fast. There was barely any room to move, the house isn't all that big and he partically invited the whole school. With all these people here I still felt like the outcast. In the kitchen there were people playing drinking games, I figured if I was being forced to drink I atleast need a reason. "Harry?" I asked. He looked in my direction letting me know he heard me. "Can you go grab three more cups." I asked while pointing at my friends. "It's in the kitchen, tell them to get it themselves." He said. I just glared at him. "Alright, alright I'm going. You better be in the same spot when I get back." He demanded. " Where else am I suppose to go?" I questioned. He shrugged and walked off. When he was gone I took the time to set me beer down, hiding it from view. I'm really not one for drinking. I don't even like parties, I still can't figure out why I agreed to come here tonight. Maybe it was because I'm afraid of him, or maybe it's because he wouldn't take no for an answer. When Harry returned he returned with four of his friends. I recognized them from school but I have no idea who they are. I watched as Harry handed my friends their cups he had gotten for them. They silently thank him, by taking a sip. "These are my friends, Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam." He said while pointing to each one of them. Niall was shorter than the rest, he had blonde hair, blue eyes, his blonde hair was push back into a quiff, and unlike the other's he didn't have any tattoos, but his lip was pierced. Zayn has an olive skin tone, brown eyes, black hair, and just like Niall it's pushed back. he has an eyebrow piercing and his arms are covered in tattoos. Louis has sandy brown hair, He's a little taller than Niall, his eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and just like Zayn he has alot of tattoos. Then there's Liam he has a buzz cut, brown eyes, he's almost as tall as Harry, he has a fair amount of tattoos. "It's nice to meet you." I said gesturing to each one of them. They each took my hand and shook it. "Oh I'm Izzy by the way." I stated. "Oh we know." Niall said. I watched as Harry elbowed him in his side. I had no idea what that was all about but I decided to let it go. I watched as Harry searched my hands looking for my cup. " Where's your cup?" He questioned while taking a drink of his own. "Oh..I uhh finished it." I stated while playing nervously with my fingers. "Looks like you need another one." He said turning to walk away. I reached out and grabbed his forearm. I watched as he turned back around waiting for me to talk. "I don't want one. I told you I don't drink, so one was enough for me." I assured him. "You need another one we're up next in beerpong." He stated. "Beerpong? What is beerpong? I asked, searching for answers. I watched as his lips curled into a smirk. "Let me go get your beer than I'll explain." He said before walking off. I'm not a drinker how does he expect me to be any good at drinking games. I was gonna ask my friends, but it appears they are in their own little world, talking to Harry's friends. So I waited patiently for Harry to return. I have no idea what I'm even doing here. The music is still loud, the house is still crowded, and there's a mess everywhere. "Here." Harry said handing me my cup. I took it from his grasp, he just starred at me. "Well take a drink." He demanded. How am I suppose to get out of this one. The first one was easy, but this one isn't. Not with Harry watching me like a hawk. I lifted the cup, my nose instantly scrunch up due to the smell of the yellow substance. I touch the red cup to my lips, I felt the cold liquid enter my mouth. "Swallow." He instructed. I did as I was told. It tasted just like I remembered, disgusting. "I knew you didn't drink the first one." He said with a smirk on his face. We were next in beerpong and Harry has yet to tell me how to play. "Are you gonna tell me how to play or what?" I said my voice filled with attitude. "Right, okay so we each get ten cups, we line them up like a pyramid. You fill them with enough beer so that the cups stay in place. Each team gets a ball, we have to make a cup in order for the other team to drink." He stated making sure I got it. "That doesn't seem to hard." I stated. "There's more." He tells me. He went on telling me all the rules, like if the ball hits your hands you have to pull a cup, you can block and distract the other team, your allowed two re-racks. And you can bounce the ball if it lands in the cup they have to pull two cups. The object of the game is to make all cups. It seems pretty easy, I hope we win so I don't have to drink that much. We walked over to the table, now being our turn. We were facing Kris and Niall. "Ready to lose?" Kris slurred. I wondered how much she already had to drink. Ten cups later we lost. Seeing as I don't drink I was feeling sightly drunk. "Harry." I said while poking him. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked. "Come on I'll show you." I took off in the direction he led me in. He walked up the stairs, upstairs looked completely different than downstairs. Up here there wasn't a single drunk teenager, it was clean. He stopped at the third door on the left. "I'll be out here." He stated. I nodded and walked in. The bathroom was small, the walls were blue, with a creme color shower curtain. I looked into the mirror and I looked better than I thought I would. I pulled up my dress and pulled down my panties. The toilet seat was cold on my bottom, after I was finished I quickly flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I walked out but didn't see Harry. There was a door directly across from the bathroom. I walked in an still no sign of him anywhere. I took in my surroundings, There was a full size bed, with a grey and red blanket, the walls were also grey, the carpret was black. There was a computer desk, a dresser and a small closet. The room was pretty big and much to my surprise clean. I sat down on the bed not wanting to go back downstairs. I heard the door creak open in walked a mop full of curls. "I didn't even have to ask you to come to my room." He said. Due to the alcohol I had consumed I forgot Harry lived on his own. "I was just leaving." I assured him. I watched as Harry shook his head no. "What do you mean no, yes I am." I snapped. I stood up to make my way out of the room, but Harry stood in the doorway blocking my exit. "Can you move, please." I asked. Again he shook his head. "Harry I really don't wanna be up here, being alone with you makes me uncomfortable." I said hoping he would get the hint I didn't want to be around him. Instead he took steps forward, everytime he would take a step forward I took one back. Eventually my legs hit the bed, his chest hit my chest. I felt his hands grip onto my hip. I felt my breath hitch and my heartbeat speed up. "There's no reason to be afraid. I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want me to." He whispered while lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth on my hips. "Well I don't want to do this, I wanna go back downstairs." I stated. "We haven't even started yet." He said in a whisper. He moved my hair to one side, He brought his hand up to my neck and caressed the newly exposed skin. I shivered under his touch, I watched as he smiled. He brought his lips to my ear still rubbing my neck, I felt him place his soft wet lips just below my ear. "At anytime you can tell me to stop." He whispered. I wanted to tell him to stop but I was too nervous, plus I was some what enjoying it. I have never been touched like this. This feeling was all so new to me. He placed soft slow kisses down my neck, an involuntary moan escaped my lips, I felt him smile against my skin. He placed one hand on the small of my back laying my down. I looked into his eyes while he hovered over me. I watched as he slowly lowered his head down. Just as he was about to place his lips on mine the door swung open. "Oh shit sorry, I didn't know where you went. There's a fight downstairs." Zayn said. "This isn't over." Harry said before kissing my cheek. I watched as he made his way out of the room. I was so thankful for Zayn, I had no idea what I was doing or why even. It could have been the new feeling and how good he was making me feel, or it could have been the obvious reason the beer. I quickly jumped up fixing my dress. I rushed downstairs in search of my friends. I spotted Torie right away, I knew she wouldn't be outside watching the fight she hates violence. "Tor, we gotta get out of here, like now." I shierked. She looked at me confused but never asked any questions. "Where's Kris and Kase? " I asked. "In the batroom." She said while pointing to the door infront of us. If there is a bathroom down here, why did Harry bring me upstairs. This was his sick plan all along. I should've known. This is what he does he gets the girl drunk so they agree to sleep with him, It makes it easier for the girl to say yes. I'm not gonna be one of them girls I refuse to be. When Kasey and Kris came out of the bathroom, I explained to them what happened and that we had to go. They didn't obilged. We snuck out the back door so that Harry and his friends wouldn't see us. Thank god it's the weekend. I have two days until I see Harry, I wish it was alot longer but I'll take anything right now. Harrys pov I was pissed that Zayn walked in. I knew she was gonna give herself to me. I could tell by the way her body was responding to my touch. This is why I hate having parties, there fun for a little bit, but then some asshole always has to go and fuck something up. I hate teenagers that cant handle their liquor. Why drink so much if you know you can't. After I broke up the fight I sent the majority of the people home. I didn't want any more interruption. I told the boys to make sure they kept an eye on the house. They had no problem with doing so. I turned and made my way back up the stairs, to findout it was empty. She left, she's making this more complicated then it's suppose to be, if she wants to play games then let's play. I pulled out my phone clicking on her contact. To Izzy: I'll see you at school first thing Monday morning ;)
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