Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Walking into the party, me and Harry were silent. After his little show of trying to make me feel safe in the car, we didn't speak any more words. He led me up into the apartment whilst I stayed close behind him, looking around at everyone slouched across sofas and sat down beside walls, trying to regather themselves.

When Harry said they'd be people who can barely think straight here, I believed him but not to this extent. It looks like the party had already finished but as we walked into a dim room engulfed with red and purple lights, the night looked light it had just began.

"Do you know whe-" I turn to look at ahrry finding him not beside me anymore, I can't make him, he doesn't know me. We only talked for 15 minutes before we left. Though for some reason I trusted him more than anyone else in that room. I wonder if there searching for us?

I walk into the kitchen seeing bottles of various alcoholic drinks scattered among ground up traces of weed and a few lines of coke beside a credit card. I scrunch my nose up at it before turning to pour myself some vodka in a red plastic cup, straight vodka. Goal is to forget all my worries tonight, with the show and everything going on I've been under so much pressure. When Harry said he was getting out of there I knew I had to leave. Even if it was with him.

The liquor spills over my hand as I realise I hadn't been paying attention to where I'm pouring that it's bound to overflow. I take a sip so that I can actually hold it without spilling, feeling the burn straight down my throat. I scrunch my face up at the taste,

"Straight vodka?" A girl says from behind me, I turn to face her seeing a head full of curly hair and brown eyes. I laugh, "Of course, it's best to forget"

She belts out a laugh leaning against the marbled worktop, "I'm Dylan by the way"
"Iris" I send her a smile, She goes to hug me, nobody I've ever met for the first time has every hugged me which makes me chuckle by her hair,

"I've never hugged someone I just met before" she pulls back and laughs too, moving a piece of her hair from her face, " Awh your so cute!!well that's where I come in" we both laugh before I take a sip of my drink,

"Harry brought you right? Cause I'm 100% sure your not on my contacts" I feel my face pale from the embarrassment of turning up to a random girls party and stealing her drinks,

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just.. I didn't really wanna be the-"

"oh my god honey, don't worry, it's fine Harry always brings his uh... little 'friends'" Oh. By friends I'm guessing it's who he fucks. I've heard about him in the press having a lot of random fucks, I mean I won't judge him everyone has there coping methods,

I try to contain my giggles feeling the alcohol hit me, "Don't worry, Im not even a hookup, I just met him at the gala" Her eyes widen as she bursts out in laughter,

"Oh!! Im so embarrassed, that would explain why Harry is no where to be seen, asshole" she looks around, "anyways honey, your mine now" she pauses eyes widening when she hears a familiar tune, "I know you've only just met me but we like need to dance!! This is my favourite song!!" She screams,

Pulling me away, setting my cup down as she shuffled backward pulling me with her into a crowd in the living room.

I can hear the music become louder, my confidence increasing each second as I feel the vodka run through me. I recognise the song 'Summer' by Calvin Harris, blare through my ears, I scream also.

"When I met you in the summer!!" I grasp Dylan's hands jumping up and down with her in the middle of everyone, I make my way down her until I'm crouching where she uses my hand still in the air to walk around me. I stand back up we dance some more, putting my arms above my head feeling them move down to my push my hands through my hair and down the front of my body, Dylan suddenly in my ear whispering something to me making my eyes go wide,