The Styles Project

Two

The styles project

Characters:
Ed Sheeran as himself
5sos as themselves
Alfie deyes as Himself

Chapter two

My heels clicked on the side walk a I sheepishly approached the buzzing atmosphere of the house party. The clicking stopped when I met a red carpet that led along the grass and into the house.
A tall bald man stood in front of the door holding up a clip board.
"Name?" His voice was flat and uninterested.
"S-Sarah Flinte?"
"Are you asking me?" He raised an eye brow and scanned the list before moving and stepping aside to let me past, "have a lovely evening" he spoke flatly.

I smiled weakly and slid past him into the party. Drunk adults stumbled around the house and I've never been so excited.

Celebrities everywhere. Ed Sheeran sat in the corner surrounded by girls, little Mix were scattered around casually.

A journalists dream.

"Hey who invited you gorgeous" two strong arms slithered around my waist.

I span around quickly and my nose brushed the very nose of Louis Tomlinson.

Think of a generic name ...

"Dan invited me ..." I stuttered, my nose still pressed to his.

"Dan?" Oh shit there's no dan ...

"Yeah ..."

"cheeky shit! It's not his guest list he does this every fucking time" his arms were still wrapped around my waist.

"So what's your-"

"LOUIUUSSSSSS" two girls stood at the top of the stairs wearing nothing but underwear.

Louis looked up and smiled, "care to join us?"

SAY YES! "No thank you" I pulled away from him and he shrugged.

"Suit yourself" he let go of me and ran up the stairs, pouncing on the naked girls.

I blinked my eyes quickly, pretending they were camera shutters. Oh I wish they could all see this.

I looked around and decided to venture further. The house looked similar throughout. Dim lights, loud music and drunk idiots. I saw famous face after famous face and no camera to capture it.

But where the hell was Harry-

"Woah babe watch it!" I bumped into someone, spilling their drink over the two of us.

"I'm so-" and there he was, Harry styles towering above me.

"It's alright babe, it's just white" he winked and gestured to the pink liquid that was splashed across his white jumper.

"No, ugh I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine babe, I didn't catch your name?" He pressed his hand on the small of my back and led me out of the living room an into the equally as crowded kitchen.

"I didn't throw it" I smiled up at him but instantly flushed when he flashed his white teeth.

"I'm Harry" he let go of my back and walked to the sink, dodging the unstable beings that drifted around the kitchen.

"Sarah" I shouted over the music.

"Do I know you?" He came back to me with a damp cloth and led me into the hall way.

"No, you shouldn't, I'm not from around here. I just moved here actually."

"Oh yeah? Well why are you at this party then" he walked towards me and I backed away until I was pressed against the wall with his hands either side of my head.