"Hey. Enjoy the game?"
"I did. You're actually really good Harry."
"Am I now?" He says.
"Are you some football expert?" He adds
" I am indeed." I smile.
"Favorite team?"
"Pittsburg Steelers." I say.
"Really? You've got to be kidding me." He groans.
"The Steelers are an amazing team. They've won like 6 or 7 SuperBowls. Your favorite team?"
"Greenbay Packers."
"You're kidding me right? They're absolutely terrible. I can't believe I'm talking to a boy that has such terrible taste in a sports team." I laugh.
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, meet me by the back of the bleachers?" He asks.
"Already there." I say.
"Okay. I'll be out there in like two minutes. Wait for me?"
"Sure."
"Bye Adeline."
"Bye Harry." I groan.
I hang the phone up. Why must he call me Adeline. I've told him a hundred and one times that I go by Addie and yet, he still calls me Adeline. Boys.
"Boo." Someone says, making me jump.
"Harry, why must you scare the shit out of me every time we meet?"
"You're just easy to scare."
"Am not."
"Whatever floats your boat." Did I hear him correctly?
"Floats your boat. That's a new one." I say under my breathe.
"Come one, we're gonna miss the party." He says, grabbing my hand.
He takes me to his car and we both get in. He puts the keys in the ignition and backs out of the parking lot.
"Where's the party?" I ask.
"My house." He says.
The rest of the car ride is spent in silence. It wasn't really awkward. Okay, yes it was very awkward. I had no idea what to say to him. I've never been to a party before and I'm kinda freaking out about it, if I'm honest. I don't know why he wanted me as his plus one.
Suddenly the car stops and he turns the car off. I look up and notice we're at a massive, gorgeous house. I get out of the car and follow him to the front door. He opens the door, and I'm met with a beautiful home. As soon as you walk in there's a big chandelier on the ceiling, and a grand staircase. To the right is what I'm guessing is a family room, and to the left is a hallway. His house is really big. It's beautiful. He begins to walk up the stairs and I follow, not really knowing what else to do.
He takes a left at the top of the stairs and opens a door at the end of the hallway. I walk in before him and he turns the light on. The first thing I notice is how it's really neat in here. He's a teenage boy, aren't they supposed to be messy. There are three different guitars on one wall and posters on all of the others. There's a big bed, with a black comforter in the center of the far wall. There's a door to what I'm guessing is a bathroom or closet to my right, and a massive bookshelf on the left of me. There's another door beside his bookshelf. His room is actually pretty nice.
"You play guitar?" I ask.
"I do. Since I was 7." He says.
He then opens the door to my right, and it's a closet.
He comes back out without a shirt on, and I immediately notice the billions of tattoos on his skin. He has tattoos. Oh he's toned. Stop Adeline.
"Do you, uh, want to wear my jersey? You don't have to, but most the time after a win, some guys give it to there girlfriends to wear and I don't know, you came as my plus one so maybe-"
"I'd love to." I cut him off.
"Cool." He says while tossing me the shirt.
"The bathroom is right there." He says pointing to the door next to the bookshelf.
I walk into the bathroom, and change quickly. The jersey is far to big, so I just put it on over my own shirt. The jersey is maroon and gold, since those are our school colors, and a massive number 14 on the front and back, and STYLES written on the back of the jersey. I walk back out to see Harry sitting on his bed.
I walk towards his bookshelf and start to look at all the novels he has.
"You like to read?" I ask.
"I do." He says.
"Wow." I say under my breathe.
His collection is magnificent.
"Come downstairs with me, people are starting to get here." He says from behind me.
"Okay."
We walk out of his room and walk down the stairs. He wasn't kidding. There were already a ton of people here. Wow. When did they even get here? People laughing, dancing, and drinking all around me. Harry grabs my hands and comes towards my ear, so I can hear him.
"Stay close." He says.
I nod my head at him. He continues walking down the steps and down the hallway. At the end of the hallway is an opening and it's a massive kitchen. When we get inside, a group of guys all cheer as they see Harry.
"What's up man! Great game!" One guy with dark hair says.
"Thanks man." Harry says back.
"Do you want something to drink." Harry turns and asks me.
"Uh, sure." I smile at him.
"Guys this is Adeline." He introduces me to everyone.
"Uh, it's Addie." I say.
Harry takes off to get him and I something to drink.
"Hey, you're that girl." A boy with brown hair and brown eyes says to me.
"Uhh." I say, confused.
"Yeah. The one he stares at. I remember you."
"Who stares at."
"Harry."
I can tell this guy is piss drunk, so he probably doesn't know what the hell he's talking about, so I don't really pay much attention to what he just said.
"John, by the way. Coolest guy you'll ever meet. You seem pretty cool. Hope Harry keeps you." He says with a smirk and walks off.
Just after he walks off, Harry comes back with the drinks.
"Thanks." I say, while he hands me one.
"Bottoms up." He smiles, and gulps his drink.
I follow suit and the liquid burns down my throat. I slowly start to feel the alcohol flow through my veins, from just one drink. Harry grins at me and asks me if I want another, I gladly accept.
"Wanna dance babe." A random voice calls from behind me.
This is going to be a long night.
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Author's Note:
Hey guys! Don't expect an update everyday, because I have a ton of things to do all the time. I probably won't update on the weekdays, just as a heads up. I actually wrote this like Sunday, but didn't finish, so I finished and decided to update. Sorry if I make mistakes, I normally update on my phone, and my phone is stupid 99% of the time. Anyway, have a good night and sorry for updating late! (Well late for me, idk where you live)
Yours Truly,
Faith xx
Chapter 4
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