Harry, the new singer of Cherry Punk, a south sider with a troubled past and a hidden talent, catches the eye of Avis Daniels, a north sider with good grades, stubborn nature and a bright future in ballet.
Destined to fall apart, or are they?
The following days consisted of studying, ballet, Mandy hounding me about going to a party this weekend and Niall blowing up my phone apologizing about Harry.
I've moved on, given up! I don't care that he called me selfish!
I'm calm.
Collected.
Cool.
Completely zen, as they say.
Well, I mean who wouldn't be sitting in a nice hot bath, piano playing in the background and my favorite book in my hands. Candles being the only light in this small room.
Except for the fact that Mandy's calls interrupt the beautiful serenity called Mozart.
I groan, finally caving in and answering Mandy's call.
"Hello?"
"Oh my god girl, I thought you fucking died!" She exaggerates through the line, and I roll my eyes.
"Sorry, I've just been busy" I partially lie, even though I know she knows.
"Right. Well Im coming over and if you aren't ready, you're going naked." And with that she hangs up before I have a chance to protest.
Luckily my mom and dad are out for the weekend on some business trip, so they won't even know Im gone.
The air is cold when I exit the bathroom. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I make my way down the hall and up the stairs to my room to get dressed.
I don't know what kind of party it is, but I think jeans and a nice blouse will suffice.
I throw on my nicest pair of black skinny jeans, and a white, ruffled crop top blouse that could be considered see through. I let my hair out of the bun, curls from the steam in the bathroom, fall down to rest on the middle of my back.
I run my hands through it to try and make it look less frizzy, and succeeding.
I then run the mascara wand through my lashes, and an eyebrow gel on my brows to shape them up just a little. Then I take a soft pink blush on my fingers and rub it in gently to add some color.
My skin has been really good lately, so that's the end of my makeup routine.
Just in time, Mandy pulls up in my driveway, and we are off to whatever horrible party Mandy has dragged me to tonight.
Whosever house this party is at is the definition of 'rich north sider'. I don't put labels on people, or things..but considering this house looks exactly like a palace, I'm willing to let it slide.
The street is filled with cars and people walking and laughing with their friends while heading inside. I can feel my stomach form into knots of nerves as Mandy parks the car. She shuts off the ignition, putting the keys in her pocket and looking at me.
I can tell she knows Im nervous when I give her a smile. She winks at me before getting out of the car, and I do the same.
"So whose party is this? How did we get invited, and whose all here?" I ask as we wait in the line to get inside.
"Mark Thompson, I gave him a blowy, and I have no idea" She laughs.
"Wait what? You gave Mark Thompson a blow job? The same Mark who wouldn't leave me alone in chemistry?" I ask.
She nods, "Yep, I told him you were wanting to come so he said yes, after I gave him the time of his life."
"Jesus." I laugh, then I remembered something.
"You don't know whose all here?" I ask again.
"Nope." She pops the 'p' and smiles slowly.
"What? Why are you smiling like that?"
She just shrugs, keeping the same 'I know something you don't' look.
My stomach twist and turns in nerves. My fingers sore from how bad I'm fiddling with them. I hate parties, and I hate anything that has to do with Mark.
He would never leave me alone, always trying to get in my pants. I dated his best friend for a couple months until he wanted to have sex with me. I wasn't ready and he didn't like that very much. He tried to touch me but I ended up punching him in the face and I haven't seen him since.
I don't know why Mandy has decided to bring me here, but it's not her fault.
I never told her.
But it's time for me to suck it up and stop being a baby about it. I'm fine. I think he was drunk anyways.
When we entered the house, the only thing I could smell was a mix of alcohol and weed with sweaty bodies, loud music and probably throw up.
Mandy takes my hand and leads me through the crowd of people. Up the giant staircase to a room full of smoke.
In the dim lighting I can see people sitting on the couch and that's when my heart finally drops to my ass.
Harry sits with his left leg crossed over the other, and his phone out in his hand, a drink in the other.
Before Mandy can pull me further towards him, I yank her back.
"Are you serious? He's here?" I shout to her over the loud music. She just smirks, beginning to walk again.
It's now that I notice the rest of the band, and I slowly start to feel better when I see them all smiling at me and Mandy approaching. Everyone except for Harry.
"Avis!" Niall cheers, throwing an arm around my shoulders in a side hug embrace. I smile, resting my head on his shoulder and my arm around his wide, muscular torso.
"Hey Niall."
Niall has always been the protective brother I never had. Always making sure me and Mandy are safe, and chasing off rude guys. He's a big teddy bear with a hard exterior.
"You having fun?" He asks me, no one paying attention to our little conversations. I smile at him, nodding my head.
"Well good, don't get to fucked up alright?" I just laugh, watching as he stumbles away not before kissing my cheek goodbye.
I catch the eyes of the one person I never thought would look away from his phone.
Harry.
But as soon as my eyes catch his, they shoot right back down to his device he can't seem to get enough of.
This is gonna be a fantastic night.
***
Oh Avis...the night has only begun ;)
*Evil Laugh*
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