I sat on the couch alone, impatiently waiting for my two rambunctious friends who were fearlessly roaming through the huge crowd of people. The whole room was atrocious. Alcohol lingered in the air, burning my nostrils. The huge room was packed to the max, enveloping me in a claustrophobic heat surge that overwhelmed my whole body. Loud music poured out of every speaker, sending a teeth shattering vibration throughout the room. It seemed like a normal sight for a college New Year's Eve party.
I could honestly care less about the new year. I just really wanted to get away from all these drunk idiots. You'd figure they would at least be sober to to see the clock strike down. Unlike my desperate friends, I didn't come to this party to get laid. I came to actually see the clock strike down and have a few drinks in solitude. But considering my friends are probably already drunk and having sex, I should stay sober.
"Hello" a husky British voice said. I looked up to find a tall figure towering over me. He wore casual wear, including a rather nice black blazer that showcased his built torso. Along with that he wore dark blue jeans that were a bit bigger. In his hands were two drinks, containing unknown ingredients. Whatever was in it, it had a strong scent, probably vodka.
"Hello." I replied. He grinned a crooked smile.
"May I?" He asked pointing to the spot next to me.
"Be my guest."
The mysterious boy sat down next to me, handing me one of the drinks. I took a sip and fell in love at the taste. Without another thought, I chugged down the rest of the drink, completely ignoring the boy's laughing at my actions.
"Good?" He chuckled. I placed the glass down on the brown coaster in front of me and turned to face him.
"Great. So what's your name?" I asked kind of goofier. That drink must have been strong because I can already feel the deep dark abyss swallowing me whole. Great.
"Harry." He answered taking a sip of his drink. "And you?"
"Well Anna, what is a sophisticated girl like you doing at a place like this?" Harry glanced over at a couple making out with each other, the girl dry humping the guy. At least we know for sure someone's getting laid.
"Where are they?" he asked scanning the area around me.
I pictured the two faces of my friends in my head, both smiling happily. I loved them with my whole heart, but I knew for sure where they were. They were probably drunk in some random guys bed having the time of their lives. But I went for a simpler answer.
Harry took one last sip of his drink and placed it next to mine on the table.
"As in they are getting laid?"
"Yea. How did you know?" I questioned with a puzzled face.
"My friends,'they're around' too."
He chuckled and winked at me seductively. Our conversation went quiet and for awhile we just stared at each other, lost in the wonders of each other's eyes. He was so hot, and I'm not usually one for checking out guys, especially ones who I knew my ugly self had no chance with. But for some reason, this tall hot guy decided to sit with me instead of one of the hot girls around the room.
"Is it bad if I want to kiss you?" he asked suddenly. I stared at him shocked, trying to comprehend the words he just said to me. I've kissed a few boys, but only during truth or dare.
"I gue-" Harry slammed his lips on mine and started to play with my blond hair. In return I played with his curled as the kiss became more passionate. His hands traveled up in down my body, and I felt myself wanting him more than ever.
"Shall we?" he asked pointing to a solitary room in the corner of the room. I nodded my head and grabbed his hand as he lead me to the room. The room where I had the time of my life.
The room where my whole life changed in an instant.