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four

Deborah

"Where is this fucking party anyway?" I asked as Sharon and I were walking on the pavement.

Sharon sighed as she looked at me. "For God's sake, Debbie, I just told you, the party is at Harry's farmhouse."

I rolled my eyes. "Duh. But where is his goddamned farmhouse?!"

"Why are you so snappy right now? You shouldn't have had that much of beer in the car."

"Like you didn't," I snapped at her. My head was throbbing a bit and, trust me, headaches are NOT my thing. Especially since I am not used to them.

"I never had anywhere near as much as you," clarified Sharon. "Whatever, we're almost there."

Harry was throwing one of his usual Saturday night parties tonight. Normally, we didn't go to normal frat parties thrown by members of the drama club but today was an exception. Harry had thrown the party to cheer Liam up. Liam had been super depressed ever since Rachel left and it made all of us sad to see him like that. He was one of the few nice people in the drama club and he didn't deserve this. So we, cheerleaders and jocks, had decided to show up for Liam and be there for him.

"See, that's the place." Sharon pointed at a brick and wood structure. "I hope the party is good; I better not have driven out of the city for no damn reason at all."

I didn't reply. Instead, I simply made my way towards the farmhouse with Sharon trailing behind me.

We entered to find the party in full swing. I looked over through the haze of strobe lights and sweaty bodies to locate my friends and when I did, I called out, "Jasmine! Marissa! Niall! Alexandra! Ashton! Here!"

I looked behind, only to see Sharon looking at her surroundings in a daze.

"Shar," I sighed. "C'mere."

Leaving Sharon with the gang, I went up to the minibar. Taking out a can of Bud, I smirked as I chugged it down. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I took out another can as I had it in one go.

"Someone's on a roll, huh?" I heard a husky voice say from behind me.

I turned around to see it was Harry Styles, looking delectable in a lavender shirt unbuttoned to show a hint of his six pack. The alcohol rushing to my head and Harry standing there as if almost an invitation, made me say things I wouldn't have said normally.

"I think we should get out of here." I took a step towards him as I fingered the collar of his shirt.

Harry seemed pleasantly surprised. "I thought you'd want to talk to Liam?"

I shook my head. "I would, but I can do that later and you look hot as fuck right now."

"That's what I thought." He smirked as he led me into a room which was tastefully plush, except for the floor littered with paper cups.

"What a mess," I murmured as I plopped down on the bed.

Harry sat down next to me, pulled me towards him and whispered, "Nothing compared to the mess that's gonna be left when we're done."

Oh, boy, this is gonna be great.

I rolled over onto his lap so that I was straddling him and our lips were moving in synchronization. His lips wandered to my jaw and then down to my collarbone, leaving small nips all over. They finally rested on the crook of neck, sucking softly at my skin. I pulled at his locks as I let out a soft moan in reply. I could feel him smirk against my neck, causing me to shiver. I wrenched myself away from him unwillingly.