Pumpkin (Louis Tomlinson A/U)

Chapter 3.

"Do I really have to go?" I groan. I've been laying in my bed for a good hour as Rachel tries to find clothes I'll wear to the party. So far, none of her choices have been successful.

"For the hundredth time, yes Vera." Rachel sighs.

"At least come with me then."

"No, I'm going over to Zayn's after this." I scowl, huffing into my sheets.

"Then you can both come!" She gives me the side eye, ignoring me entirely.

"How about this?" Rachel raises up a red dress, short and tight enough to pass for a tank top. I wrinkle my nose to display my distaste, and reach forward to grab my black skinny jeans instead. She grabs them from my hands.

"No. There is no way in hell I'm letting you wear these again. This is a special night."

"Special? How is it special again?"

"You're finally coming out of your shell! You're going out, being social, being a crazy teenager!"

"Maybe I don't want to be a crazy teenager. You know, I'm perfectly fine with spending all my time being anti-social and hating everyone."

"Well I'm not. What about this?" She holds up cropped tank top, no doubt 3 sizes too small, and a pair of bleached, ripped, high waisted shorts. I shake my head. "Whatever, Ver, this night might change your life forever, so I want you to look nice."

I fall back onto the bed, defeated. "Okay well the only things I'll actually wear apparently aren't decent enough which I find ridiculous considering the fact that this is a high school party that I didn't even want to go to in the first place, and it's going to be full of people that don't actually like me and-"

My complaints are interrupted when I feel a pair of leather skinny pants land on my face, followed by a cheetah print tube top.

"What is this, Grease?"

"V, can you just shut the fuck up for two seconds?"

I roll my eyes and shrug out of one of the 'party' dresses Rachel picked out, and slip on the new outfit.
Examining my appearance in the mirror, I grin back up at my best friend with satisfaction. I look pretty hot. That is, until she pulls out a pair of pointy black pumps she's been hiding behind her back. I scowl at her, shaking my head as she dangles them in front of me. But before I can protest, she grabs my worn black Doc Martens, pulls up the screen of the already open window, and tosses them into the yard, all in one unbelievably swift movement.

"Guess you don't really have a choice anymore, huh?" She smiles sweetly, a hand resting on her hip, still holding up the heels.

I gape at her for a good 30 seconds before standing up to shout. "Rachel, what the fuck?"

She merely giggles at my frustration and I hear the doorbell ring. With one last huff, I pluck the uncomfortable shoes from her fingers, and slip them on, awkwardly making my way down the stairs.

Rachel steps past me, opening the door and revealing a very jittery Louis Tomlinson. He immediate scans my body. Rachel notices and coughs, snapping him out of his trance. His cheeks turn bright red.

"Right! Sorry. You, uh, ready to go then?" He stutters. I laugh.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

We walk to the car and he steps out in front of me to get the door. I stop.

"One quick thing." I dart out and grab my Docs before Rachel can see and change into them as soon as I get into the car. Louis looks at me and chuckles softly.

"You are something else." He says.

•••

When we arrive at the party, my nose is immediately greeted with the pungent smell of booze and sweat. I'm slightly mortified by the sight of people making out on random furniture and running to the bathroom to throw up, but at the same time everyone seems to be having a great time.

"Tommo-OOO!!" And with that the entire varsity football team comes rushing toward him, all laughing and slapping each other's backs. Once they've all settled down, Louis clears his throat.

"So you guys know Vera." He awkwardly sets his arm on my waist, and I wiggle out of his grip, crossing my arms instead. They all nod politely. One of them actually sticks his hand out.

"Hello, I'm Liam." He smiles brightly, displaying his warm features.

I reach forward and shake his hand uncomfortably. After a short 30 seconds of awkward silence, Nolan Parker claps his hands together.

"Well we'd love to stay and chat, but Tommo here looks in desperate need of alcohol." They all shout in agreement, pushing the British boy towards the table of booze.

I turn around, pushing through the crowd to try and find the kitchen to get something to drink. The lighting is so dim I run into furniture on my way there.

"V!" I hear a voice shout. I turn around to see my best friend, stumbling around with a cup of who knows what. "I can't believe you're actually here!"

"Me neither," I chuckle.

"Come, come, let's get something to drink." I take his hand and he leads me to table piled with a disarray of booze. My eyes widen at the sight. I've never drank before, and this is excessive.

"Drink." Harry shoves a shot glass into my hand.

"What is this?" I question.

"Don't worry about it!" He laughs, and I can't help but laugh too. We toast our glasses together, and down a shot. Then another. And another. My head is starting to spin, and everything is starting right to get funnier and funnier. Harry says something to me and I nod without understanding. I feel my body start to tip over a bit, and I feel someone grab me before I wipe out, but I accidentally spill my drink in the process.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry." I slur, looking up to find Nolan Parker smiling sweetly down at me.

"No worries babe. Let me pour another one for you."

"I don't think there's anymore!" I huff. He laughs.

"Don't worry," he says as he pulls out a flask from the inside of his jacket, "I brought my own." He pours some into the glass, and I immediately down it before Harry reappears and grabs the glass out of my hand. I look wildly at him as he tries to say something to me but the music is too loud.

"Let's dance!" I shout instead, yanking Harry into a crowd of people. He laughs and shakes his head and we dance like a couple of idiots. The world starts moving slower and slower and suddenly I feel him put his hands on my hips, pulling me into him. We start grinding to some song that I can't even make out anymore. Make out. Wait. I'm making out with Harry. His lips are so soft, I can't stop. We stop. What's happening?

I see Louis and Harry talking a few feet away from me. Louis looks so pretty. I should tell him.

"Louis you are SO pretty," I squeal, falling into him. I feel someone else pull me towards them. I don't want them, I want Harry, but I can't seem to speak. I try to wiggle out of their grasp, but I'm pretty sure I'm not moving at all anymore. My vision blurs, and I start to black out. The last thing I see is Nolan Parker's face, smirking at me from above.

/////

I'm sorry for such a short chapter but it's been a far minute since I've updated so let me know if you want me to keep going! :)