After Hours [H.S.]

Party Secrets

Vodka and sex.

That's all she can smell in this disgusting and packed frat house. She lost her friend Bridget almost as soon as they arrived, being whisked away by her boyfriend and his frat boy friends, people she didn't really care to mingle with. She's only here because Bridget needed a plus one, and she was the only one who didn't have that huge bio exam tomorrow everyone else was freaking out about.

It's not that she doesn't like going out. In fact, she's always up for a night out, something to get her mind off of the stressful semester she currently was in. Being a Kinesiology major, she's swamped with work almost always, taking away all of the free time she has when she isn't going to her classes.

A frat party though, is the last thing that came to mind when she thought of a fun night out, but Bridget wasn't letting up about this. "C'mon Harley, don't let me go alone, you know how those parties get!" Is what had been shouted at her for at least an hour, the same sentence just reworded over and over again. Harley is pretty strong-willed, but she has a soft spot for the people whom she cares for, Bridget being one of them.

She reluctantly agreed, knowing exactly what was going to happen — Bridget was going to be whisked away by her boyfriend, leaving her all alone at a party she wasn't really keen on attending in the first place.

She was right.

It took her and Bridget some time to get ready. Bridget was constantly nagging her about how Harley might find someone to hook up with tonight, but Harley was utterly grossed out by her even presenting that idea. Frat boys are something she doesn't mess with, they're rude, cocky, and extremely narcissistic, all of which annoy her to the max.

If she wants to hook up with someone, she'll do it at a nice bar. Dress up sexy and sultry, stride in with the confidence she knows she exudes, and let things play out like that. Not here, at some average frat house party where she's sure none of them would be able to even find her clit, never mind make her come.

On the other hand, Harry is ecstatic to be at another frat party, especially one hosted at his own fraternity. It's something he does every week, mingling with friends and finding joy in the loud and obnoxious atmosphere. He sees it as a way to enjoy his time here, make the best of his years left in school and maybe even find the occasional girl to fuck every once in a while, one worthy of his time.

As he half-ass listens to Zayn, who hasn't shut the fuck up since he started downing his vodka, his eyes scan the room, looking to find someone who peaks his interest more than his drunk friend. His eyes flick past her in the kitchen without a second thought before he does a double-take, thinking his eyes are deceiving him for a minute.

He knows right away who she is. Harley Woods. It's not surprising that he knows about her, she's quite the hot topic in the groups of people he often hangs out with, and he knows she's friends with Bridget, Brad's girlfriend. When she was a topic of conversation, people usually would mention how attractive she was but also how hard it was for guys to get a piece of her.

She's a hard one to please.

A lot of guys want to sleep with her, that's a known fact. She's not easy to crack from what he's heard, so they see her as a challenge, someone to conquer and boast about. She knows this though, and it's why she sticks to herself or with her friends at parties like this, she's not interested in being someone's conquest, she's worth more than that.

He can't help but to stare at her, silently agreeing with the words often spoken about her, she really is beautiful. Her black hair lays in light waves landing just below her breasts and she has striking hazel eyes, ones that won't stop staring at him as he continues to do the same back.