Paper Rings

The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met

Harry pov
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As we pulled up to the party, we could hear the music shaking the walls. Everyone inside was absolutely plastered and making drunk fools of themselves.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, you guys want anything?"

Let's hope the bar is less crowded.

"We're good, you go ahead H"

I struggled to weave my way through the crowd of dancing couples, and finally arrived at a place of partial solace, the bar.

Before I could even finish ordering, I was interrupted.

"Hey"

"Hi, do I know you?"

"No, sorry. I'm Louis, and you are?"

"Harry, why are you offering?"

"I saw you and thought you were pretty, so I decided to go for it"

"Okay, I'll have daiquiri"

"Sure thing Harry"

"Thank you"

"You're very welcome, wanna come hang out?"

"Sure"

Once I got my drink, Louis lead me back through the crowd and over to a group of his friends.

"Guys, meet Harry"

The group all turned their heads towards me.

A chorus of drunken hellos followed with varying levels of sincerity.

"Lou, you want a hit?"

"Im good man"

"How about you harry?"

"No, I don't smoke"

"Suit yourselves"

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Okay, I know it's short, but I promise I'm going somewhere with this.