Captivated

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After the Harry incident today after school, it left me in a bad mood throughout the day. Jenny came over at 7, because I told her I didn't feel like going to the party anymore. After many minutes of begging me to come, I caved in. 

"Why do you want me to come to the party, so much? I mean don't you have other friends to go with?" I asked, while picking an outfit for tonight. She sat in my bed reading one of my mom's magazines. She was already dressed up, in a violet short fitted strapless dress. Her red hair was up in a bun, and her makeup minimal. Just eyeliner and mascara. She was pretty, she reminded me like one of those fierce warrior princesses in those dystopian novels. 

"Well I don't have a lot of friends. Shocker I know, and I finally got invited to a high school party. So it be weird if I go there by myself. I mean I'll just be standing there like an idiot. That's like social suicide." She said it like it was the most terrible thing there is in this world.

 I just laughed. I picked a little black dress. It was strapless, fitted, and simple. I let my hair down, which reached my waist. My hair was really dark brown, that it almost looked black. I put on eyeliner so my blue eyes could pop out more, I put on a little bit of red lipstick. Not too much, but not too minimal. I turned around and faced Jenny,

 "So what do you think?  She looked up from the magazine, and her jaw opened.

 "Oh. My. God. We are so getting in the cool clique" she squealed. 

I'll take that as a yes. Mom was in the kitchen, so me and Jenny went and said goodbye.

 "Don't come home late, and be careful" she said. 

"Yes, mom" with that we were on our way. I still hadn't told jenny about the Harry situation. I mean I still couldn't process what happened. And I don't even know why I'm over analyzing it. I don't like him, and he clearly told me he doesn't like me. So why am I overthinking it? Because you like him I thought. No, I don't shut up brain. We arrived and oh boy did it look trashed. I mean honestly I think we overdressed. 

"Are you sure we are in the right place?" I asked while looking at the trashed house.  

"Yes this it, why?" she asked while parking in the lawn. 

"Well I don't know, I mean I never been to parties before but where I lived parties look entirely different" I said.

 "Well you're in London now baby, this is how we party" she said while winking at me.

 With that we both got out of the car. 

"Dorothy you're not in Kansas anymore" I whispered to myself. (A/N if you watched the wizard of Oz, you get what Lilith is saying) 

The house was even more trashed from the inside. Couples were literally eating each other's faces in what I presumed was the dance floor. Red cups were everywhere, pillows, couches, everything was all over the place. Clearly this was somebodies house. 

"Jenny whose place is this?" I asked, but the music was so loud she didn't hear me. She kept walking, we reached the kitchen where I could finally hear myself. She handed me a red cup, I eyed the liquid that was inside. Jenny already drank her cup, I gasped

 "What? It's just alcohol" she said, 

"Yeah but you drink like you're a pro" I said shocked. She just shrugged, and kept drinking her second cup. A big bulky guy came and asked her to dance. She obviously agreed, she looked at me and whispered "Have fun, it's not every day that we're going to get invited to a party" with that she left. I stood there awkward this was so not my place. I drank from my red cup and oh boy was it horrible, I spat everything out. I threw the rest in the sink and went to what was left of the living room. All the couples were seriously grinding on each other, I mean why not just have sex right then and there? I spotted Zayn and Perrie in the corner grinding on each other. Liam, Louis, and Niall were dancing with different girls. I didn't see Leigh, Jade, or Jessy, but I knew they were here somewhere. I really hope I don't see Harry. I didn't want to see this anymore, so I went upstairs. I was looking for the bathroom, but there was so many rooms I didn't know if it was bedrooms or not. Oh boy I really hope, I don't walk in on people doing it. I picked the last room on the left, and I walked in a room. It was dark so I turned on the lights, the room was neat and clean. I closed the door behind me. There was a rolling stones poster on the wall, but what really intrigued me was the bookcase that was on the far left of the room. It had old classic novels, this person had clearly good taste. I went and grabbed a copy of wuthering heights, this person had sense and sensibility, pride and prejudice. Whoever this person was, I could tell we could be best friends. I didn't hear the door open, but the voice shook me out of my thoughts. 

"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" asked a really angry voice, I looked up and gulped. There stood a really pissed off Harry. Great so much for not seeing him.

 "I didn't know this was your room" I said, I put the book in its spot. And started heading for the door, but harry blocked my way.

 "um excuse me " I said getting irritated, he was checking me out. And I felt exposed, I took a step back. He then smiled. His smile was part playful part seductive. And it gave me the creeps, 

"hmm, I think not. You see I can't just let you leave" he said,

 "and why not?" I asked trying to calm myself down. 

"Because you need to be punished" he said, and he gave me no time to even process what he said. He had me backed up against the wall in a matter of seconds, I was still in shock so I stood there frozen. His hands trailed down my stomach down to my waist and into my thighs, his kisses started from my jaw and trailed to my neck. I closed my eyes, I have never felt this way before. I felt like my legs were going to give up soon, but I also felt hot. I felt hot everywhere. His hand started slowly going under my dress, and I felt my breathing getting heavier. He was teasing me, his lips started to suck on my neck but after a while it started hurting. His hands were getting closer, and I felt myself getting hot down there. And right before his hands touched my panties, I pushed him. He looked satisfied, and I did the unthinkable I slapped him right across the face. Before I even saw his expression, I ran. Down the hallway I saw the stairs, I could not believe what was just about to happen. Was I really going to let him touch me? All I know is that I had to get far, far away. I was not going to let Harry Styles play with my heart. 

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