5. chapter 3
“Let me get this straight…Harry FUCKING Styles invited you too his party tonight and you declined?!”
“You make him sound like some kind of god or something…” I muttered.
After me and Tia got to my place, I invited my neighbor Hannah over. Hannah is two years older than us and she’s someone I go to for advice. With waist-length blond hair and blue eyes, Hannah is the definition of perfection.
“That’s because he is! You know what I think?” She asked.
“What?” I asked
“I think that you should go.” she said seriously
“What! Why?” I exclaimed.
“Because… it’ll be good for you,” She told me.
"I think you should go as well" Tia said
“Good for me?! How is hanging out with the school’s bad boy ever good for me?” I exclaimed
“I’m sure there’s more to him than you think,” She said.
“I guess,” I sighed, images of what had occurred between the two of us that evening rushing to me.
“But even if I went… I have nothing to wear!” I said hoping to get out of it……… HA NOPE!
She smiled at me. “I think I can help with that.”
I shimmied my body into the satin black dress that glistened under the dimmed lights almost making it sparkle like the stars in the sky. It flowed like a river in an hourglass shape and the one strap gave it a sexy yet elegant look. And when I twirled, it would wrap itself around me for a second and then slowly slide back into place.
“What do you think?” I asked Hannah as I turned away from the full-length mirror to look at him.
“You look hot!”
“Thanks,” I blushed and looked down.
The music was as loud as thunder; it made the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colorful.
“I thought you couldn’t make it?” A deep voice spoke up from behind me.
I turned around, my eyes instantly locking with green ones. A lit cigarette rested in between his smirked lips. His hair was disheveled and hidden slightly beneath a bandana.
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind.”
“Okay, well beers are over there! Make yourself at home!” He shouted over the loud music. He took a step forward so that his warm minty breath fanned across my face and whispered, “Oh and babe… loosen’ up for once! Let your hair down! Try not to look so uptight and bitchy all the time!”
And the cocky bastard was back.