Strange [h.s.]

Four*

This is the second part to a double, make sure you read chapter three before!

Ella Frazier

Looking back at it, I shouldn't have gotten the idea of early drinking into Mia's head because once it's in there, it won't leave.

I had pulled her into my room after we took our second shot and we immediately made our way to my closet, sifting through every single item of clothing I have before eventually finding both of us an outfit to wear for tonight.

Mia landed on a nice white blazer and a matching mini skirt with a slit on the leg and a simple black shirt underneath with a pair of black heels to finish. I decided to go for a gold dress I had bought a while back but never had anywhere to really wear it, paired with a leather jacket and my black Doc Marten boots.

The second we threw on our new outfits, Mia was racing back down the hall. She came back seconds later with another round of shots in her hand, justifying it by saying "the more we drink here, the less we have to spend at the club."

I couldn't really argue with her point, so we quickly drank the alcohol and then made our next stop to the bathroom.

That's where we are currently, both of us sitting on the counter trying to apply our makeup properly. Mia is doing a marvelous job, meanwhile, the alcohol starting to take effect making itself known to me is making the job rather difficult.

"Ella, come here," Mia says, holding her open palm out to me. I place the eyeliner pen into her hand and turn to face her. She props her wrist on my cheeks and goes to work, creating an almost perfect wing on my eye before moving over and repeating the same process on the other.

I check myself in the mirror, grabbing my mascara and swiping on a few coats. I hear my front door open followed by the sound of Harry and Wyatt's voices, alerting both Mia and I that we need to hurry up.

I spray some of my perfume over myself, handing the bottle to Mia who does the same. She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the bathroom and down the rest of the hallway and into the main area of my apartment. I spot Wyatt on the couch, playing some random game on his phone but no Harry insight.

I turn my head to look for him, finding him standing in the kitchen, his back to us. I let go of Mia's hand, walking over to Harry and tapping him on the shoulder. He turns his head to me before the rest of his body, his eyebrows shooting up as his eyes meet me. He slowly spins on his heels, letting out a whistle as his eyes trail up and down my outfit.

"Every day, Ella Mae," He grabs my hand and pulls me into his body, "I lose my mind over you every day."

I look up at him with a smile, my quite literally about to explode with the plethora of sweet words he has given me just today. "I haven't been sane since I've known you Styles," I say, lifting onto my toes to connect our lips.

He kisses me back hard, it's not messy or rushed. It's just a kiss, simply put. Harry pulls back and gives me a grin, "You taste like vodka."

I playfully roll my eyes at him, using my hands to push off his chest, "Mia and I had a few drinks before you guys showed up."

"I can tell, Miss Rosy cheeks." He says with a playful tone in his voice

I step back to look at his outfit. He has on a pair of black jeans and an earthy toned button-up covered in a funky pattern, the top few buttons being undone to show off the thin white bandana tied loosely around his neck. My favorite part about his whole look though would have to be his hair. His little curls framing his face make my heart skip a beat.

"Whatcha looking at?" Harry says, snapping me out of every thought that was clouding my mind just from looking at him.

"Your hair. I like it long like that," I truthfully tell him