Remedy (H.S.)

64*

Kennedy Simmons

The music was loud, a little to loud for my liking, and the smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke from the countless lit cigarettes was almost overwhelming. All I could see was people dancing, doing drugs, drinking and almost fucking eachother.

It was a wild party.

A party to honour me.

Usually I would refrain from this type of gatherings but fuck it. All I wanted was to let loose and actually celebrate myself. Nothing would ruin this for me.

The moment we entered the main area of the familiar house almost everyone's eyes fell on me and Harry but for the first time ever it was mostly me that caught the crowd's attention.

I was the winner.

If it was any other day I would be incredibly self-conscious but not today. My glorious victory had boosted my confidence. Plus, I had to admit that I did look hot as fuck.

I was wearing a tiny black dress. It only reached my mid-thigh and it didn't manage to cover a big part of my chest. My back was revealed completely too but no one would be able to see the burns due to the lightning, but even if they did see it I didn't give two fucks. I was wearing black stiletto heels that matched the dress and made me look way taller and more impressive.

My hair were hanging loosely in my back. They were slightly curled and my bangs were brushed on the side. My makeup was anything but simple. I had managed to do a cat eye with black, gray and dark blue shadows that made my green eyes look even brighter and bigger. My lips were painted with a dark shade of red that I had grown to quite like recently.

Harry has standing just behind me. He didn't even attempted to leave my side for even a split second but of course I wasn't complaining. I wanted to celebrate my win with one person and that person was him.

He was wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a black half-unbuttoned button-up shirt that hugged his muscled body perfectly. From his neck was hanging a subtle golden cross and his hands were decorated with rings.

He looked perfect. I had no doubt that he was the hottest man alive, probably the hottest man that ever existed. I was not exaggerating. He did look that good.

Each one of us took a red cup full with some kind of alcohol. After I took a sip of it I was able to recognise it as vodka. I didn't love vodka but I could settle with it for now.

I took a few more sips but after a while I got fed up with it. I guess I would have to continue my night without alcohol. I didn't really have a problem with that.

"Wanna dance?" I asked Harry. "Right now?" He took another sip from his drink. "Yes. Right now." He glanced at the crowd that was dancing for a second. "Can't we go dance in a while?" I shook my head. "I'm going now. You either follow me or stay here." He pecked my lips softly. "Go dance. I'll join you in a second. If I have to dance I need to be at least tipsy." I rolled my eyes and handed him my cup before walking to the crowd that was dancing in the living room.

At first I was just swaying my hips on the beat but after a while I let completely lose and started dancing properly. Some other girls my age joined me too and we all danced like our lives depended on it.

I always considered myself as a good dancer. I had taken dance classes and I was always good, but now I wasn't trying to impress anyone. My movements were still smooth and delicate though and I managed to catch the eyes of at least a few men.

I definitely did catch the eye of Harry.

I could feel his stare burning holes all over my body the whole time so I decided to take advantage of it and have my fun.