"Katie, can we leave now?! It's really loud in here." I scream over the pumping bass and naked girls.
I was at a "house party" with my best friend Katie, a pretty, popular blonde and also someone who promised me that this wasn't a frat party but a civilized get together. I now know not to follow her anywhere ever again as I observed a guy licking some girl's belly button on a table top.
"Oh Lily, don't be such a drag! I have to stay until Harry Styles gets here! I need to see that Scott isn't lying. He's being bragging all week about how the dude is gonna show up at his lame ass party and that they're "homies." Katie rolled her eyes and took a swig of her beer, offering me some. I shook my head and scanned the room for a place to sit down so another drunk lady doesn't knock into me again.
I couldn't find a single unoccupied place in the house but I saw the bathroom was open so I made a dash for it. Anything to get away from this for some peace and quite.
When I almost reach the blue door, I heard a huge roar from everyone, a girls screaming "Oh my god, it's him! Quick, where's my phone?! I need a picture? Do you think he likes blondes?"
I laughed and closed the bathroom door, more than glad not to out in the madness. I sat down and opened my medical book that I had with me in my bag, flipping to the page where I left off before Katie dragged me in here.
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I didn't know how long I had been reading until I jumped because some random guy tall guy with curly hair had rammed into the bathroom. I recognized him as Harry Styles from the One Direction billboard that stared at me every time I went to the mall.
He was facing towards me nor did he look down on the floor where I was sitting with my book. I took his obliviousness as a good thing and tried to slip out of the bathroom (it had 2 doors.) But as I got up, I tripped on the rug and of course, fell into him.
"Oh shit...." I said clumsily, grabbing onto Harry instinctively. I had knocked him onto the sink but he wasn't mad. He was laughing.
"Sorry, were you taking a wee? Didn't see you there, love! Must be careful next time...." He says, mumbling the last part to himself.
I got a good look at him and realized why exactly all the girls loved him. He was tall, with dark curly hair and biceps that could be made out even though his leather jacket. Not to mention really, really green eyes.
"It's alright. Not your fault really." I say, starting to back out from the bathroom. It has already been really awkward and I didn't intend to make it worse by actually engaging in conversation with him.
"Do you mind staying a bit actually? I quite like it in here... It's cozy." Harry says, sitting down clumsily on the flower and starting to stroke the rug.
I stared at him. "I would really uh, like to, but I have to get back to the party...." I say unconvincingly, gesturing toward some guy in a mankini.
"Is that why you were sitting in here reading then? Because you love the party so much?" He teased.
I was about to say something then leave but for some reason I stayed. Maybe it was the puppy dog look he was giving me or maybe because it was my doctor instincts kicking in. I didn't want to leave a drunk guy, stroking a rug alone.
"So what were you reading?" He asks quietly, looking up at me as I sat down.
"Just some medical book. I'm applying to Havard Med in the fall. I'm a freshman at NYU." I say. I had no idea why I was even telling him this. I'm sure he was too drunk to care.
"A doctor?! That's lovely! My best friend Louis' mum is a nurse. Maybe you guys should chat sometime about uh doctor stuff..." He trailed off...
I chuckled slightly, not sure what to say to that. I'm almost positive me and Louis Tomlinson's mom won't be making tea anytime soon.
"Is it hard being so attractive?" Harry asks suddenly.
I looked up at him, startled. "Are you talking about me?"
"Well obviously, Einstein. You're the only other person in here and I'm sure as hell not wasted enough to call myself sexy." He slurs.
"Why in the hell would you find me sexy? Hello, I'm nerdy bathroom girl." I say, raising my book.
He laughs. It's a low laugh, slight wheezy. Then he makes his way over to me in the small bathroom, not laughing anymore but with spontaneous lust in his eyes.
"It's the chestnut brown hair. And those blue eyes. And these lips....." He says, hovering closer to my face by the second. I could smell the alcohol in his breath and normally I would push any guy like this away but for some reason he held my gaze.
Outside I heard the excited crowd begin to start the count-down to 2013.
Five!
"Can I kiss you?" Harry asks, 2 inches away from my face. It didn't seem like my permission really mattered to him. Each of his hands were on my sides, holding himself up on top of me, in a crouching position.
Four!
"What? No! I don't even know you." I say, putting a hand on his chest but not really pushing away. I was intrigued.
Three!
"But that's half the fun, love. Not knowing." He says seductively. 1 inch away now.
Two!
"I really should...." I say, my words getting caught as Harry Styles planted a soft but urgent kiss to my lips.
One! Happy New Years, New York!
