𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 *UNDER RECONSTRUCTION*

six

Harry Styles

I paced back and forth in my bathroom thinking about the party tonight. Normally, I'm not usually this nervous before a party, but after seeing, thou-who-shall-not-be-named, my nerves have been shot. Nervous was an understatement. The guests were already on their way, and I'm still not dressed. I stared at myself through the steamed mirror wondering what the fuck I am doing. I should be studying and working on my project for my lyric class, but I know that there is no backing out now. A knock from the other side interrupted my train of thought.

"HAZ! Hurry up! We don't have all day! You better not be jerking off in there cuz you had all day to that!" I grab my towel and tie it around my waist and open the door. Louis leaned against the door frame and stared at me.

Then he began to lower his eyes and before I was about to smack him, he raised his hand and said, "Don't flatter yourself, I was looking because you still have soap on your body."

"Aww c'mon, you know you wants some of this!" I teased. He rolled his eyes and said, "I don't swing that way but even if I did, I would most likely go for someone. . . cleaner." My jaw dropped as he walked and laughed while swaying his hips. He's lucky that I love him. I walked to my room and looked at my bed.

"Oh, and by the way I put your clothes out for you so that way you're tearing your room apart like the last time." Louis said in the hallway.

"THANK YOU, ARSEHOLE!"

"LOVE YOU TOO BITCH!" I chuckled and dried myself off before putting on my black Calvin Klein boxers. Louis had already put my suit on the bed, a short-sleeve white loose button-up shirt, brown dress shoes, a silver cross necklace and rings, and my Ralph Lauren cologne. Wow, he has out done himself this time. I put my clothes on and made sure I put on deodorant. The last time I didn't, I was dancing around like a damn penguin, refusing to put my arms up. As soon as I was done, I walked back into the bathroom and looked at the now clear mirror. I ran my hands through my hair, trying not to make it any messier than how it already was, and I somewhat made it better.

Once I was sure that everything was good, I walked towards the living room seeing all the boys were dressed and chatting in the dining room.

Once I walked in, Zayn and Niall stared at me with astonishment. "Damn, I look that good?" I chuckled.

They nodded and turned towards Louis. He shrugged and said "What can I say? I am the best." We all rolled our eyes and laughed. "Well, we're all dressed and ready to go? The food is finished and already in the trunk. You managed the drinks, right?" Niall asked. Zayn and I nodded.

"What are we waiting for then? LET'S PARTY! "Louis shouted. We all laughed and headed for the door. I grabbed my coat and scarf and followed the lads out the building and towards the car. Zayn automatically went to the driver seat, Niall went to the passenger, Louis and I went to the back seat. "We have everything?" I asked.

After everyone gave a sound of approval, we started our way towards the condo. "Hey Zayn?" Niall asked.

"Hm?"

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your uncle's occupation?" he asks. Zayn hesitated.

"He's the Chief of Staff."

"Isn't that the FBI!" Louis asked. Zayn nodded.

Wait a damn minute... "AND YOU WANT US TO HAVE A PARTY AT HIS FLAT?!" I yelled.

"Uh, yes? What's wrong with that?" he asked with a confused expression.

"Did you forget that we're going to be smoking the green? And you already know that some of our classmates are going to bring some extra shit." Louis exasperated.