Reflection: Adopted by Fifth Harmony

How Many Drinks

New Text Message from Justin: i'm coming to pick you up from class today and then we're gonna go to a party. sound good?

I glanced up at the clock on the wall to discover that there were only two minutes left to the class. I took quick notes as the teacher finished up his lesson, giving us the homework, before shoving my stuff into my tote and rushing outside.

I spotted Justin lounging in his Lamborghini across the street and smile to myself. So far, we'd been friends work almost two weeks, spending a lot of my free time with each other. So far we'd gone for ice cream, hung out at the beach, gone to see a couple movies, and taken Pascal to this dog park in Calabasas. I'd also met some of his friends, including Ryan and Cara (yes, Delevigne).

I crossed the street, looking both ways and climbed into the passenger seat, "Hey!"

"Hey there," he smiled, looking up, "how was class?"

I shrug, "Classy, how was your day? Did you walk Pascal?"

Yes, he had keys to the house, only temporarily though. Once the girls came back, we'd have to figure something else out. Speaking of the girls, Lauren always seemed to be MIA whenever I was on the phone or Skype with Dinah and Camila. Ally had told me to quit worrying about it, and the girl's moms, Like Milika or Clara always excused it by saying she was stressed out or whatever.

"Yup, he's at my place, if you don't mind. I didn't have time before you got out to drop him all the way back." He explained, pulling off into the direction of his house.

"That's fine, he really likes you. So, whose party is it?" I hoped I was dressed appropriately, a pair of simply skinny jeans, some gray and white Diamond Turfs, and a white tee shirt.

"Nobody really important, I just heard about it through the grapevine and figured I'd drop by. How are the girls? Lauren?"

"I talked to Normani for a bit this morning, she said everything is great, that they've been doing fine. And I have heard not a thing from Laurenza. No voice mails, texts, nothing." The fact that I hadn't heard from the Latina in over three weeks was...agitating to say the least. And knowing that she was with Brad was even worse.

Despite all the horrible, childish things he'd said about her? And yet she was still hanging out with him? Gross.

"She'll come around, she's probably just busy. Why didn't you reach out?"

"Because I simply don't think that's my job. If she wanted to speak, she would find a way. She'd rather have her tongue shoved down Brad's throat.. or other places." I mimicked throwing up as Justin laughed.

"Really? You think she's the type?"

I chuckled, "Everybody thinks she's the type. It just hasn't been confirmed out loud."

"Have you...?" He intoned, not stopping at a red light.

"Oh you've gotta be kidding me. Me? That's...no," I shook my head, "And please try not to get us pulled over again? Last time I heard it from Ally for weeks."

He laughs again, "Hey, I was just asking. And I'm sorry, gorgeous. I'll stop at every red light from now on."

"Thank you, babe," I smile. We arrived at his house a few minutes later, and I climbed out the car. Pascal met me at the front door, along with Justin's main housekeeper, an elderly woman named Anne.

Anne was amazing, she made the best cookies, and even kept Justin in line. She was short in a kind of hunched over old woman way, with red curly hair, and she always smelled like pomegranates.

"Hi Pascal! Hey, Anne," I said, giving the woman a hug, and petting the puppy on his head. He was getting a lot bigger, "how are you?"

"I'm fine, deary, and you?"

"Quite well, thank you."

"Hey Anne," Justin said, coming up behind us, "how about you take the rest of the day off?"

"Really?" She thanked him and said her goodbyes, and then she was off, leaving the house to just Justin and I.

"Why'd you give her the day off?" I asked in the kitchen, grabbing myself an apple from the fridge.I walked into the living room where Justin was casting off his shirt. I raised an eyebrow, admiring his body.

"Like what you see?" He joked, "We won't be here anyways. Gotta get to Santa Rosa by 6:30, then I expect to be out all night."

I smile, "Pulling an all nighter?"

"That's right. We should try to beat the traffic, let's go?"

"Okay, sure." I grabbed my stuff and put my hair up into a messy bun. It wasn't a celebrity party, no need to get overly dressy.

"Wanna drive the baby?" he asked, referring to his car.

"Seriously?" He tossed me the keys, answering the question immediately, "Holy smash brothers, I'm gonna drive a Lambo."——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————"This is the place," Justin announced as we pulled up to a medium sized house in Santa Rosa.

I could hear music pounding from speakers, cars lined up the street.

"Where am I supposed to park this?" I asked, pulling all the way to the end of the cul de sac.

"Um... over there, on the lawn, nobody can hit it there." I revved up the engine and pulled over the curb onto the grass. Oops...Eventually, I managed to park and get out tucking the keys in my shirt.

Justin grabbed my hand protectively leading me to the house, he knocked on the door a few times before a Latino guy, no older than 25 answered the door. He had on a red shirt with some weird design on it, his muscles straining against the fabric. I could see ink on his neck and arms.

"Hey man, what are you doing here? This your girl?" He asked Justin. The boy that was holding my hand smile cockily "Not yet, Miguel, this is Paige. Paige, this is Miguel. He's a friend of mine."

I waved, "Hi, there."

He moves aside, revealing a houseful of people, "Come on inside."

We walked in, My Way by Fetty Wap nearly blasting my ears off. "You want something to drink?" Jus asked, leaning into my ear.

I nodded, tonight was my night to have some fun since  Lauren could do whatever she wanted. I rolled my eyes thinking of the older girl, reaching into my pocket to check my phone for a message out of habit. Seeing that I had no notifications from her, I turned it off. I watched Justin head off to get something, then stared him down as he returned, red cup in hand. I sniffed it as he handed it to me, smelling peaches and something that made my nose hairs burn.

"Is this...?"

"You don't mind right?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. I felt a swell of courage in my heart, He's not bad looking at all.... I thought as I leaned up to kiss his cheek. I pulled away taking a long smirk, feeling my stomach burn.

"That's really strong." I mumbled, feeling my head do what can only be described as a back flip.

How Many Drinks by Miguel began to play over the speakers, the singer's flawless falsetto crooning over the low murmur of the crowd. Couples began to group up mid-floor, turning the middle of the floor into a shifting ocean of bodies.

"May I have this dance?" Justin asks shyly from my side, grabbing my free hand in his.

I oblige, and allow the boy to lead me onto the dance floor. Immediately, I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, and his find my sides, one of my absolute favorite things. I inhale his cologne and lotion, my fingers dancing around the hairs at the back of his neck. He smiles at me, and I smile back, heat rising to my cheeks.

"You know, I think I'm falling for you. Trying to keep it in slow motion, but definitely falling." Justin admits.

The word are out of my mouth before I can ever stop them, "I'm falling for you, too..."