13'- H.S

sixteen

Harry's POV-*take note of italics and regular font for flashback and reality (italics- flashback) . Otherwise you'll be confused*

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"Hey Harry, Riley, nice to see you two!" I turn to the right and see my best friend of seventeen years running down the lawn towards my girlfriend and I.

"Matt, buddy! Nice to see you too! The party looks pretty quiet though..." I snicker earning a warning glance from my girlfriend Riley beside me.

"Sound proof walls, Styles. I thought ahead." He smirks motioning for us to follow him.

I hold on tightly to Riley and follow behind her. I sneak a glance at Riley's bum and how well the right denim shorts she's fitting hugs her in a the right places. I lean forward and punch her bum causing her to squeal.

"Harry! Hands off pal." She teases sticking her tongue out. I lean forward and tug her towards me encasing her lips with mine. We snog for a few minutes before our lips detach creating a popping sound. I flash her a cheeky smile.

"Okay hurry it up." I hear Matt yell. I swear I see Matt mouthing 'later' to Riley but it was so quick, and it's dark out. I must've imagined it.

"Hey Ri, I'm gonna get something to drink you want anything?" I ask as we enter the house.

"No thanks babe, I'm just gonna run up to the bathroom." I nod and give her a quick kiss on the cheek, and head into the kitchen. Matt isn't anywhere so he must be with some other guests.

I push open the door to the kitchen and am engulfed in a cloud of smoke.

"Hey man, close the door!" Someone yells from somewhere in the room.

I sigh and close the door coughing slightly before opening the fridge. I open a can of Coke and pour it into a purple glass on the counter. I grab some rum and put it in. Not too much though- I'm the designated driver tonight.

"Hey man come here for a second," a tall- obviously wasted and high- man yells at me. It's already been five minutes but I guess Riley will be okay.

"What's up?" I ask taking a drink from my cup.

"We're holding a contest and we need you to be the judge. It'll be real quick I promise." He adds noting the hesitation in my face.

"Fine. What do I have to do?"

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"Okay, okay I really should get going now." It's been twenty minutes and I need to go find Riley and Matt.

"Who's the winner?" The tall blonde I now know as Drew asks clapping his hands together.

"It's a tough call but I think Cam wins." I laugh at the memory of the short brunette -Cam- doing the most amount of body shots in the weirdest places.

"Well fuck, now I owe the bastard money. Oh well, it was nice meeting you Styles, go catch up with your girlfriend." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and thrusting his hips. I laugh and shake my head gulping down the last of my drink and heading out of the kitchen.

I grab onto the walls as I move along, finding my balance to be a little off. I'm well past drunk, and Riley and I are going to have to catch a cab back.

So much for being the designated driver.

I manage to get upstairs to the bathroom, and the door is wide open. I frown and start searching down the hall.