The Boy Next Door (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 8

As Harry reached the party, I started to open the door.

"Wait, let me get it for you" Harry said. He quickly ran over to open the door for me. What a gental man.

"Aww, Harry. Thanks" I replied with a stupid grin on my face.

"You're welcome love" he sweetly replied. He took my hand as he helped me out. Harry then locked his car and started to take me to the front door.

Stephanie's house is quite flash. It's a three story house with those really big windows on either side of the front door.

I mean, I am not trying to be mean by judging or anything. But she sure seems like one of the popular girls that gets everything she wants.

I look at Harry who seems to be looking at me with those adoriable green eyes.

"Flash house, isn't it" I said to him.

"Sure is, quite nice inside too" he replied.

"You have been inside before?"

"Well yeah. We have been partners for homework and stuff. Also this isn't the first party I have been to of hers before. Come on, we should go inside now." Harry said.

I just nodded my head as he led me into her mansion. Harry rung the door bell and I heard squealing comming from inside.

"Heeey Harreh. Oh, why you bring her Harreh?" Stephanie slured. Great. She's drunk all ready.

"Excusme me" was all he said, whilst pushing her out the way to make room for him and I to get past.

Harry saw some of his friends and he started to make his way over there. I decided to stay behind because I don't really know the so it would be akward. I was walkig over and took a seat down on a couch. Suddenly this girl comes and sits down next to me.

"Mind if I sit here" she asked. I just shook my head and nodded. "I don't mind" I replied.

I looked over to this girl that decided to sit down next to me. She had a little bit of a tan and long, beautiful straight blonde hair. Boy I was jealous of that hair. I looked down to see what she was wearing (in a non-pedo way), and her outfit was stunning. She wore tight light blue skinng jeans, a black see-through top and to die for ankle boots. She looked perfect.

"The name's Angela" she said to me whilst smiling softly.