Freckles [A Harry Styles Fan Fiction]

Chapter 3

**A/N** Hey guys!! Sorry if this chapter seems boring or off or anything stupid. It's like 3 am here and I'm super tired but inspiration hit me and I had to write even though im falling asleep!! I hope you guys like this chapter(: Vote for me please!

It was the weekend. Tomorrow was Saturday, the day of the party Harry invited me too. I hadn't answered him yet, but he hadn't even texted me like he said he would. I was spending the night over at Amanda's since I invited her to the party too. It was at Harry's, and Amanda said 'All the cool kids will be there.' Fun. I guess....

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"What did you bring to wear?" Amanda said, rumugging through my bag without permission. 

"Just some black skinny jeans and a nice shirt." I said, yanking my bag out of her hands. She put a sad look on her face.

There was an awkward silence between us while I re-arranged by stuff.

"Thats it." She said with a dead stare on her face directed at me. "Just skinny jeans and a shirt. GIRL. This is a HUGE party. If you want to get in Harry's pants, you have to look sexy." Amanda definitely had a sassy side,  but it was funny to watch.

"Number one, who said I wanted to get in Harry's pants? And number two, have you met me. I am the definition of casual. I dont even wear face shit." I crashed onto her bed scrolling through instagram on my phone. I followed Harry, and yes, I admit, I did a little stalking. He didn't post much, just random stuff. It was cool.

"Excuse me, what did you say? Face what, shit? What the fuck is that." Amanda said once again, letting her sass run free. 

"It's what I call face cream or like foundation, whatever you fellow females use on your face." I replied, distracted by Instagram. I kept scrolling through my feed, and saw something I didn't like. I paused. Amanda saw the look on my face and asked me what I had seen.

"There's going to be alcohol at the party." I gulped my words, worried of what Harry might do with me when I was there. "I've never drank before!!!!!!!!" I screamed at Amanda who glanced at me with that "SO?" look on her face.

"You'll be fine. I'll get your drinks, you get your man." She winked at me and started getting ready. I didn't know how to feel about tonight, but I figured just go with it. What could go wrong?

**At the party**

I was 8 shots deep, already feeling more than tipsy. I hadn't found Harry yet, and Amanda went off with this boy named Louis. I kept looking around for somebody I knew, but all I got was weird looks and fake smiles. I went to get another shot when I walked into the wrong room, which happened to be the room Amanda and Louis were in.

"OH MY GOD BRANDI WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" Amanda shouted jumping off of Louis' lap.

"I don't know where anybody is." I said a little slurred, referring to Harry, the only person I did know here. Amanda just shoo'ed me off, leaving me stranded in the hallway. I just sat there not knowing what to do, when I looked down and saw white converse at my feet. I slowly looked up, finding a curly haired smirking boy offering his hand to me.

"Hello, babe, I finally found you!" Harry said pulling me to his waist. 

"I've been searching miles for you." I said, eyes half open. Harry caught me from falling a little, and we started to walk further down the hall. Away from the party.

"Looks like you've been drinking too much. Come on I'll take you to my room." Those words he said,  my room. It made me sort of sober up, and snap back to reality.