Style [H.S]

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Harry styles

" So has it happened yet?" Niall says giving me a sarcastic look through his dumb ass sunglasses that he wears inside.

I roll my eyes at him.

" I asked you a question" he says like a smart ass.

" and I gave you an answer with my eyes" I say back.

" whatever." He whines.

" no she's not pregnant Niall" I finally give him what he's asking for. " but I'm hoping soon." I murmur understand my breath.

" huh?"

" uh nothing"

" well let's get this party on the road." He screams holding up two packs of beer.

I chuckle under my breath.

***

Audrey Smith

The lights that Liam and Louis had put up before the party were blinding. The flashing rainbow and white lights. Filled the murmur of Nialls ran-do friends. I officially think our house is ruined.

Beer cans everywhere, smashed glass, drunk people, sex, drugs, loads of alcohol, and strippers. Don't ask me how they got there.

I had just got home I knew we were having a party but I thought just a get together with the boys you know. Yeah not like this.

I take a glimpse around the house for the guys. Zayn had Gigi pinned against the wall making out. Great. Louis was drinking two shot at the same time with two ladies in bikinis on his lap. Amazing. Liam and Niall were taking body shots off of each other. Gross. Hannah was talking to a group of ripped guys. Sorry Harry. But where was Harry.

The flashback of the club back at the campus were flooding through my head. That bitch Vanessa was all on h-. Holy shit. My jaw dropped. Oh my lord.

Harry walks out of the bathrooms in tight skinny ripped jeans showing the band of his boxers. His amazing sick pack in full view. His shirt was dangled on ee his shoulder. Actually I could see the steam from the bathroom through all of the mess in my house. His hair was wet and
framed his face.

I think I managed to mouth the word fuck. When I took a full view on his body I met his green eyes. Giving me a wink.

I snap out of it scratching the back of my neck.

I start fiddling with the two necklaces resting on my chest. The barely touching the right black dress I had on from our date. When I saw a pair on black converse I knew it.

He tilts my head up to look at him.

" something wrong darling?" He asks.

Fuck say it again.

" uh.. no uhm actually I see Niall better go talk to him hehe." I say awkwardly.

Just when I thought I could get away from him.

" do I make your nervous?" He asks teasing me.

" in your dream" I play it off. But the truth is yes yes he does.

I walk over ruining Nialls body shot moment.

"hey baby" he says with a smirk. He was definitely wasted.

"Niall what the hell is this!"

" surprise" he says weirdly. He knew I was pissed.

" look I'm sorry I'll clean it up tomorrow I promise" he says. It's not true I know it's not. He's drunk that's all it is.