"So where exactly are we going?" I ask, fixing my little black dress.
"Zayns throwing a party, I told him we'd come." Harry says.
"He knows who I am?"
"I'd assume so. I talk about you often."
I smile as I remember the girl who called me 'styles' girl'. I adjust the dress so I don't look so skimpy, it's not working.
"Harry this dress is really tight."
"That's the point." He snickers. "Enhances your features."
"So my boobs and butt."
"Exactly."
The house smells of alcohol and drugs, two things I don't do. People are all over, music is blaring, people are practically having sex on the couch.
Harry walks me over to a kitchen were I see Zayn talking to a few girls. He notices harry and walks over to us.
"Styles, glad you could make it." He says fist bumping harry. He looks over to me.
"Brooke? You're Harrys girl?"
"Wow. You know my name." I laugh.
"Friends Zayn, friends." Harry breathes.
"Oh, sorry mate. Well, help yourself." Zayn says gesturing to the drinks on the table. He goes back to the girls and Harry turns to me.
"Do you drink?" He asks.
"Never have."
"Seriously?"
"It's disgusting." I scowl.
A group of men call harry name, wanting him to come their way. "I'll be right back." He says walking away.
I take a deep breath and lean on the counter. There are people making out in a corner, playing spin the bottle, dealing drugs. This is the kinda party my mom warned me about.
"You seem bored." A guy says walking over to me.
"Oh, yeah. I don't usually come to these... Things."
"Parties? They're a good time. If you're with the right people." He laughs. "I'm Louis." He says extending his hand.
"Brooke." I smile, shaking his hand.
"So." He says taking a sip of his drink. "Who'd you come here with?"
"Harry." I say nonchalantly.
"Styles? Really?"
"Is... Is that a bad thing?"
"No, no I was just surprised. You're the one he talks about."
I smile. "So he really does talk about me?"
"Nonstop."
My cheeks flush. "I'm gonna go find a couch to sit on." I laugh.
"See ya around Brooke."
I nod and walk out into the living room, which is filled with people. I try to kindly ask them to move. They don't. Aggravated, I just shove my way past. I find a couch and plop onto it.
"Tough crowd." A guy next to me says.
"Yeah." I laugh.
"Brooke right?"
"Yeah, let me guess, Harrys girl?"
"What? No, we have health together." He laughs.
"Why don't I know you?"
"I sit in the back, I don't like to be noticed."
"Then why be here?"
"I live with Zayn."
"Oh wait! I do know you! Leroy?"
"Liam. Good try though." He laughs.
"Sorry." I shrug.
Louis comes over and pushes people.
"Lordy, people can't move. Brooke, wanna dance?"
My eyes widen. "Oh, uh, sure."
We walk over to where people are dancing and I awkwardly sway.
"Brooke, loosen up." Louis laughs.
"I don't know how to." I embarrassingly say.
"Use what you have, sway your hips, whatever girls do."
"Grind?" I gawk. "I've never grinder on someone."
"Let me be your test run."
"Are you flirting with me?" I ask, amused.
"Possibly."
I bite my lip and slowly sway my hips. It's an awkward sensation for me, but I guess Louis liked it, he places his hands on my hips. Soon, I get used to it and loosen up a bit more.
"Wow this is fun." I laugh.
"Very." Louis chuckles.
The music gets faster and I pick up my pace, earning a small noise from Louis.
"What the fuck?" Someone screams. I turn around to see Harry walking over to us.
"Brooke what the hell were you doing?" He growls.
"Dancing." I say, trying to act tough.
"That wasn't dancing. That was fucking grinding, you don't do that." He looks over at Louis. "Not with him."
"What's your problem Harry?" Louis asks.
"You were taking advantage of her." Harry says getting closer to Louis.
"The fuck? How?"
"Brooke doesn't do this stuff."
"Apparently she does." Louis says. "Who stuffed her in that tiny dress? It was you, wasn't it?"
"That proves nothing."
"Harry stop." I say hitting his arm.
"You stay out if it." He says pointing a finger at me.
"What? No, this is about me."
"Brooke shut up." Harry groans.
"Don't tell a girl to shut up." Louis snarls.
At this point people are starting to stare, they were creating a scene. I was creating a scene.
"I'm about to shut you up." Harry says.
"Stop!" I say grabbing him.
"I'd love to see you try." Louis laughs.
Harry launches forward and shoves louis.
"Harry!" I say tugging on his arm.
"You're just a jealous little prick you know?" Louis says straitening himself. "Jealous that she grinded on me, not you."
"Louis... Please stop." I say, pleasing.
"You know what?" Harry says, fists clenching. "I'm very jealous, jealous your knuckles won't hurt tomorrow morning." With that, harry winds his fist back, and punches louis in the jaw.
"Holy fuck! Harry!" I say pulling on his arm, again.
Louis falls to the floor, people catching him.
Everyone's eyes are in us and the room is dead silent.
"We need to go, now." I say dragging harry out of the room, and out of the house.
A/N: ooooo thoughts on Louis ????
