The loud music filled my ears, not able to hear my self think. I was dreadful, the worst party ever was taking up my time. I was at my friends New Years party and I was there just for her, I wouldn't want to be there if I was not begged to. I couldn't stand all the couples dancing with each other right in front of me, rubbing against each other, and just plain out of control. In my hand was a full, untouched cup of alcohol. I wanted to drink it but I couldn't. I was looking around the crowded room, filled with the stench of alcohol, looking at Cher and her boyfriend Chloe. They were so cute and lovey with each other. They were wrapped around each other like none other, like they were fit to be in each other's arms. Not noticing, I started drinking the alcohol. I took one sip, then another, and then a few more. With in a matter of seconds, I was getting up for a second cup. I walked into Cher's vintage kitchen and over to the table with bunches of wine bottles. The one that I got earlier was empty, so I tried to find some other one. In the back of the rows of bottles, I saw one that look good and smelled okay, so I poured it in to my red solo cup. As soon I was satisfied with the amount of wine, I spun around and ran right into to someone, spilling my red wine all over their white button up shirt. " Oh my God, I am so sorry..." I said grabbing a kitchen towel off the counter. I look up to see a very attractive boy, around my age of 18, dark brown curls pilled on top of his head, and this amazing body structure. As I kept checking him out, he laughed. "Enjoying your view love?" The biy said, snapping me back into reality. " Oh, S-sorry..." I said, starting to dap the red spot of his chest. I started to dap a little harder to get it all the way off, hoping that I didn't ruin his shirt. " If you dab me much harder, I might bleed out." He said chuckleing under his breath. "Sorry, again. I'm so sorry about your shirt." I said, now gentally dabbing once again. " It's fine, I can just get a new one." He said smiling doen at me trying as hard as I could to get the stain out. He pushed my hand down from his shirt and tilted my chin up with his other. "I'm Harry" he said, cheekily grinning. "Rosie." I said smiling back. His emerald green orbs looked right into my blue ones as we stood there, in the middle of the kitchen. "Um.." I said turning around picking up another cup. " I'm sorry about your shirt." I said pouring the wine once again, taking a huge sip as I turned back to him. "Don't worry about it love, it's nothing." He said also grabbing a cup of the wine. As soon as we once again made eye contact, I heard people counting down from 20. "Come on!" Harry screamed over the people pulling on my free wrist. I took a GIANT sip at the count of ten. It was finally going to be a new year, that means a fresh start, a new life style. "Seven.... Six..... Five...." they all counted as me and Harry stepped into the room with everyone in it. Harry seemed a bit tipsy from drinking that whole cup in one sip. He pulled me so close to him that his crotch was touching my stomach... Awkward... He leaned close to my ear and whispered with his warm reath tickleing my neck. "Four Three Two and One..." At the strike of midnight, Harry had crashed his lips right into mine, as hard as he could. As soon as I slipped out of his grip, I was on fire. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" I screamed, as some people exchanged looks at us and each other. "For you. Duh." Harry said, and the smell of alcohol escaped his mouth. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU! I spilt wine on your shirt, YAAAAY! That totally means you can kiss me for it. Creep!" I said stomping on his foot with my heel and grabbing my purse. "Sorry Cher!" I screamed running out of the house with everyone looking at Harry, who was crippled over in pain from his foot.
