Ch.6 A Beautiful Mistake
Party starts at eight.
I got dressed in some high waisted, dark washed jeans and a laced crop top. I put on my heels. I check the time. 7:45. I made my way outside, to my Ferrari and drove to Harry's dorm. I walked in. I sat down on the stairs and looked over at all the endless sluts, trying to get guys' attention. Or even the 'hard to get' types. I huffed and held my head in my hands. I should've expected something so shallow from Harry.
"You came!" I heard. I looked up to see Harry standing in front of me. He was grinning ear to ear.
"Sadly." I said. "What do you even do at these college parties?" I asked.
He shrugged. "First one of the year. I'm just kind of winging it." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and got up. "Where are you going?" Harry asked. "Umm I'm going to get a drink." I pointed.
"I'll come with." He smiled.
I drank. And drank. Rap and dub step mostly blared. I was completely wasted. I'm surprised I was still standing.
"Let's go somewhere more private." He said.
He then dragged me up to a room.
I woke up with a pounding headache. I didn't recognize my surroundings. Where the hell am I? I stretched and my arm hit something. "OUCH." Okay, so someone. I turned. Harry. It was Harry. I looked, I was naked, he was naked. No, no, no, no, no! Maybe we didn't do anything? Who am I kidding? I slapped him. "Wake up!"
He shot up and his eyes popped out of their sockets. "I swear I didn't do this on purpose. What even happened?" He asked. "I don't know." I grabbed my clothes and put them on.
"Where are you going?" He shouted.
"Home." I said.
"You can't just leave! We have to talk about this."
"No. I'm leaving." I said and shut the door.
I walked downstairs. Cups everywhere, teens sprawled on the floor. Heck, half of them didn't even look 15.
I needed to get out of here. Harry was a mistake. A beautiful mistake.