"Tonight is gonna be the best night of your life, virgin"
I stand quiet as I watch his fingers run down my sides and to my underwear, playing around with the tiny ribbon in the middle before pulling them down and throwing them across the room and onto the wooden floor.

Please make sure that you are aware that this story is rated r and contains a lot sexual and mature content so if you're young and you're not supposed to read this, please don't. I won't be responsible for your reaction.


2. Chapter Two

My eyes stop once they're set on the empty bed beside mine.. Where Scott and I used to cuddle and watch movies together.

You see, I've been alone for a few months now. My room mate moved out and left me all alone to myself.

Of course, when I was still with Scott, it made everything so much better because we'd basically have the whole room to ourselves but now it just feels scary and quiet.

Sighing, I collapse to the floor, holding my knees into my chest as I sob quietly.

I couldn't believe Scott cheated on me. After almost 15 months, he finally got bored of me and forgot about what we had.

At this point, I wish there was someone else in my room to motivate me to go to this party tonight at Style's parents' place.

Id been staring into my phone, reading the invitation over and over again in my head just trying to make a decision.

I have to go. I need to loosen it up. I need to sink into the music and let it flow without thinking. I need to get away from my usual self.

Throwing on a plain white crop top and flower shorts, I stare at myself in the mirror in front of my closet.

I have to go. I need to go.

I hate Harry with all my guts because he is the same dip shit as Scott. He lies, fucks, cheats and throws you away like you're no one and nothing. As if you've never met him before.

Yet, this was the only chance I could get to run away from sobbing into my pillows till morning.




"Hell yeah!"

I hear a guy shout as he follows a girl upstairs like he'd just won a Grammy.

My eyes trace around the room as no one pays any attention to my existence there.

The house is pretty much like a castle. It's gigantic and looks absolutely new, ignoring all of the beer stains and broken glasses around the room.

I can say I know almost of all of these people but I've never even had a conversation with any. I just simply know they're name or I've seen them somewhere around uni.

Making my way to the large counter at the corner of the room, I pay attention to how loud the music is. It's beyond what I expect for a party with not a million guests. Looking over the counter,I reach out to grab a cup, my hand shaking.

One drink makes me so vulnerable and so stupid, I swear. It's scary.

Letting out the breath I didn't know I've been holding, I take a sip from the beer, not paying any sort of attention to the cup or anyone around me.

Basically, I looked like a depressed slut, hoping to get some tonight as I wait around the counter alone.

"So you've made your decision"

I feel someone's hands grab my waist firmly with their large hands.

The drink in my hand freezes as my heart beat fastens, wondering if it was Scott.

Throwing my head to the side, I see Harry with the signature smirk plastered on his face.

"I've made no decisions. Now fuck off and let me be, please"

I beg, pulling myself out of his grip.

"This is my house, remember? You can't tell me to leave"

He bites his lip, staring down to whatever he seemed to be enjoying as he stepped closer towards me, making me step back quickly.

"Then I'll leave"

I smile, an eye brow raised before I turn around, immediately regretting what I said.

I had nothing to go home to. No Scott, no roommate, no parents there to comfort me, and basically no fucking friends.

Just as I took a step forwards, his fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me, a playful smirk plastered on my face.

I was grieving before and still am, but a little distraction is never bad.


I ask, an eyebrow still raised as I wait for an answer. I'm liking this.

"Stay. You won't regret it"

He winks, his dimples sewing into his cheeks as the smile on his face stays.

He gently lets go of my hand, me rubbing it back and forth as I smile at him weirdly.

"Maybe I will. As I long as I don't run into you again"

I laugh once I take the whole drink in a gulp down my throat and throw it to the floor lazily.

I watch Harry as his eyes grow into the size of golf balls. He gulps down, biting his lip once again as if it was sexy to him or some sort.

I begin walking off, this time not being stopped or followed. I can't lie, tonight was starting to go well.

"I wanna see you do that again. Only this time, after we're done having sex"

I hear him yell over the music, chuckling. Ew.

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