“Whoooooo! I’m so drunk!” I scream at the top of my lungs to the house full of intoxicated people.
“YEAH” They all cheer back at my stumbling figure dancing on the table in the dining room.
My vision is slightly blurred and I keep tripping over, but dancing still seems like a good idea.
“Mia! Get the fuck off my dining table you dickhead!” Charlotte, my best friend and host of this raving house part laughs at me.
I pout down at her as I slowly get off the table. “I was having fun!” I whine miserably.
She just laughs at me, rather drunk herself. I begin to scan the room for a lovely guy to take me home tonight.
“I think you’ve had enough.” A deep male voice says lowly into my ear. Arms wrap around my waist and I look back at this stranger, confused.
“Who are you?” I slur.
The boy laughs at me, and turns to Charlotte, who’s eyes are wide.
“H-Harry. Hi.” Charlotte stutters, her eyes looking worriedly into mine.
“Hi Charlotte, this party is pretty good! Niall is looking for you by the way; he’s in a bad mood.”
I recognise the man as some random I was dancing with much earlier in the night.
“Um, what the fuck?!” I exclaim. I’m completely and utterly confused.
“Let’s go Mia.” This Harry person says firmly.
“Yeah, you guys have f-fun! I-I’ll call you Mia?” Charlotte says nervously. Harry shakes his head sternly at her and she curses under her breath.
“Or I’ll just…see you…whenever I see you.” She recovers. “Goodbye Harry.” She says politely, not making eye contact with either of us as she backs away.
“What on earth is wrong with her? Who are you?” I ask, bewildered by this man’s actions. He looks a couple of years older than me.
“Look, you’re obviously new around here, so I’ll go easy on you.” He says, starting to drag me towards the front door but I pull my arm back from his tight grip.
“Okay, what the fuck?! I’m not going anywhere with you.” I say…something about him doesn’t feel right. The whole situations is starting to sober me up a bit and I notice the chills that run down my spine when he narrows his eyes in a glare.
“Why don’t we go back to my place and I can explain how things work around here.” He says, half seductively, half threateningly.
“No thank you.” I huff, turning around and stomping away from him. I make my way to Charlotte’s guest bedroom and lock the door behind me.
After slipping under the covers I fall into a deep sleep.
