Police 101 ~H.S. AU~

~Chapter Nine~

Harry's P.O.V

June 2010

Friday. One of the most exciting days of the week. The main reason being that it's the start of the weekend; also the night where I'm able to go out, hook up with some girl and get completely wasted. Tonight was like my usual Friday nights and would definitely be consisting of a lot vodka. Sam Lowe's party. They're always the most talked about parties, the most outrageous, the most crazy and the party that nobody ever wants to miss out on. I had dressed in a simple grey, long sleeved shirt that hung loosely on my chest, matching it with a pair of tight black skinnies. My curls were pushed back out of my face and I topped my look off with a black SnapBack, wearing it backwards, of course. I didn't really put much effort into my appearance for tonight, it wasn't like I even needed to. Girls are dropping left, right and centre for me, regardless.

I had arrived a little later than everyone else, the party being in full swing by the time I got there. The house was filled with drunken bodies, booze, a little weed and more booze. Random couples were looking as though they were eating each other's faces off while dry humping, loud music blazed through the speakers and drinks were flowing. I manoeuvre my way through the sea of people, accidentally bumping into a few guys and occasionally sending a flirtatious wink to some girls; only making them swoon. Suppose you could say I had a bit of a reputation; every guy wants to be me, every girl wants to do me.

I walked around smugly, heading straight towards the kitchen to retrieve a drink. I leant against the countertop, flipping a beer open as I snapped the lid off with my tooth. There wasn't exactly anyone worth talking to who was present yet, so for now, it's just me, myself and I. Well, that was until I heard a familiar, quiet voice mumbling something about how people can drink vodka.

"Because it makes everything seem better. Plus, you're not drinking that shit right," I stated cooly, shrugging my shoulders. "Here, try this-" I add, turning around to hand the person something more stronger and tastier; but I'm left shocked to see who I was facing. Katherine Jones, the most innocent girl in the whole school, who just so happens to be my neighbour.

She looks at me startled, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. I just smirked down at the small girl, cocking a brow. What was she doing at a party like this? I'm pretty sure this isn't her scene... her scene is more like the library, or book club, or church singing, or some other weird innocent nun shit. I puff out a laugh before teasing her about how she's all sweet and pure, but that only causes her to get into defence. We converse for awhile, having playful banter, until my attention was grabbed by someone else.

Long hair, brown eyes, slender frame, nice boobs and perfect ass just walked in.

Also known as my recent fling, fuck-buddy. Addison Kelly. But the thing is, I've slowly started to develop this sort of feelings that are foreign to me. I've never felt like this before, or at least I don't think I have. I just can't seem to shrug them off, they're consistently there like a bad smell that doesn't go away.

A smirk plays on my lips, my soft tongue darting across them. In about an hour or so, little Addi will be screaming my name. That's for sure. I had completely forgotten I was conversing with Katie, until I looked back at her. A lowkey frown arched over her mouth.

"S-sorry, what was you saying?" I questioned and she just shook her head before she walked away from me. What'd I say wrong? Pfft, her loss.

I then go back to watching Addison closely, mainly not removing my green eyes from her perky ass. Naughty and dirty thoughts instantly rushing through my mind; my lips on her soft skin, the way she's powerless against my touch, the way she rides me so fucking good, the way she screams out my name and claws my back... the list goes on.