The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 5

It was nearly impossible to find a bathroom because everyone was dancing around you, it felt like half the school was here, and our school typically holds about one hundred students. I found one 

I stare at myself in the mirror and cannot believe that I am at this party, wishing Jamie was here with me. My hands remained on the sink.  In the past, birthday parties consisted of balloons and pinatas, laughing children who didn't look at you to judge you on what you wore, and if you were dating who, but for the candy and cupcakes and ice cream.

My curiosity about Harry's parents was piqued when I saw his house, I looked inside the shower, and I could see his body wash closed on the shower rack, I don't know why I was snooping. 

The bathroom was large, with a floor that looked like concrete. Marbling was white and tan on the sink. I could feel the thump of the music below me.  I could hear heavy feet stepping down the hall, and singing whatever song was being played downstairs, it sounded like Harry, and goosebumps begin to rise in my arms, as I waited for his voice to fade, so I could leave the bathroom.

In front of the fireplace, I sat on a wine-red loveseat. In my search for someone I know, I scanned the room. However, none.

In the corner, Harry stood watching as guys did backflips off of tables and in dance-offs while everyone else was unfailingly lit up. He holds a red Solo cup in his left hand. He was all by himself.

While laughing and drinking, everyone looked like they were having fun. It kind of made me want one, but the atmosphere changed my mind.

Some girls I knew that were on the cheerleading team were twerking heavily on men's privates. You could tell their nights would end very well.

Those were the days when Jamie and I used to dance in her kitchen to the newest music on the radio. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed an open water bottle that was on the table, opened it, and took a drink. I moved my way out of the kitchen, found an open seat on the sofa, and decided to sit there. 

'Are you okay?"  His voice says, causing me to jump, I turn my head up and notice that

"Yes," I say, nodding my head. "Are you?" 

"I guess."  he shrugs. 

As I shrugged my shoulders, his face changed into an expression of disapproval. A crease in between his eyebrows recedes as he replies, "Where's your friend?"

"Oh, Jamie? she had to stay in and babysit her niece." I wished she was here right now. 

"Oh. My friends and I like to hang out upstairs." he points above him, "they're kinda chill if you don't want to hang with us."

"Y-you're not going to spike my drink or anything right?" I stutter, clenching my first nervously.

He frown and replied, "no."

"I might smile cigarettes, but that doesn't mean I'll spike your drink," a smirk begins to play on his lips, "you don't even have a drink on you." He looks around me before looking at me again asking, "do you drink?"

"No," I answered quickly

He burst out in laughter, "you answered that so quickly."  As he took a step off the couch and offered me his hand, he stated, "But I'd regret not asking you to hang out with me ."

"I- okay, lets go." I look at his face but his expression was blank now, but he nods his head.

"c'mon." he stands, and offers his hand to help me up, I take it, and he pulls me up swiftly. 

Despite all the people in it destroying his wonderful home, it was still lovely. He lead the way up the newly modeled staircase. It was a two-story house.

What will my parents think of me, walking upstairs with the school's bad boy at a party?  

I didn't want to be rude so I did not say anything when I opened the door, and then a  very strong odor entered my nose, I blink but didn't question what the smell was. 

Several people were lying around the dimly-lit room.  On the television, which was across from the bed, two of them were playing video games.

"Dude! You cheated on that one!" I noticed Jamie's crush right away. The other one gets slapped on the back of the head.

"The move you made will cost you dearly, Payno."

The one sitting on the floor, on his phone, was lying back down on the floor.

He had solid black hair with what looked like a blonde stripe sticking up. He was olive-toned and watching the game on the TV. The young man's name is Zayn, and I remember him from history class. One hand had a joint between his fingers before I realized what was happening. It was marijuana they were smoking!

"The party is going so well," Harry says ask he closes the door.
"Who do we have here?" He was the first to speak, his eyes on me. 

"Hey, man," he replied, that's when the two boys pause the game and look over at me, including the one laying on the floor. Not to brag but they were looking at me as if they saw a girl before.

Harry said simply, "This is Sarah; we go to the same school."

"Hi, I'm Niall," he said as he pushed himself up off the floor and walked towards us, extending his hand for us to shake.  "It's nice to meet ya, lass."

He whispered, his thick Irish accent thick, "Don't mind the boys, they're just being competitive.".

"I'm the best chef in the house. I'm Liam." He holds his controller up, sending me a 'you better know it'll look. "Even though Niall here doesn't agree." He chastises Niall.

Liam chuckles as he throws something at him, causing him to say, "Ouch!". "You shouldn't apologize for your taste, man," he says, having no intention of saying sorry. "Your grilled cheeses are phenomenal though, with bacon and jalapenos."

In his lowly voice, Harry says, "I double dare you to hit this."