FLO'S POV-
Harry stumbled downstairs the next day at one o'clock, alone.
"Morning," he says.
"Afternoon," I correct him.
"Listen I need you to do me a favour," he tells me.
"Well actually I was going to go out with Effie," I say.
"I just need you to go shopping. We need some food and alcohol for the party tonight," he tells me.
"What party?!" I ask him nearly spitting my drink out.
"I just felt like having one," he smiles. I just stare at him aghast. "Come on you can invite your sister AND Effie," he says.
"Fine, but everyone has to be gone for two. I need my sleep," I tell him. "Thanks!" He hugs me whilst reeling off a list of all the things he wants. He gives me £100 and sets me on my way. I text Effie to meet me at the supermarket.
"So why's he even having a party?" Effie asks me once I meet her down the booze aisle.
"I don't know, it's another reason to get drunk I guess," I tell her. Harry loves a good party and now he has his own house, why not. "You have to come. I invited Maddy but she said she was busy," I say.
"Okay. I'm not gonna pass up a party and if Mr Styles is paying, I'll have a few of these," she laughs putting several multicoloured bottles in my trolley.
"Why do I always seem to meet you here?" A voice says behind us. I turn around to see Tom stood there, looking in my trolley.
"Hey Tom, this is Effie, my best friend," I tell him. They shake hands whilst Effie can't take her eyes off him.
"I'll go get some more," she raises her eyebrow at me and walks off.
"So that's a lot of alcohol," he laughs.
"Harry's having a party tonight," I sigh. Then it hit me. "Do you want to come?" I ask.
"Are you sure? He's not gonna beat me up or anything is he," Tom jokes.
"Of course not, you'll be the only one keeping me sane," I smile as Effie walks back with her arms full of more bottles.
"Okay cool. I'll be there about eightish," he replies. He kisses me on the cheek lightly which causes the butterflies to start in my belly, and then walks back down the aisle.
"You didn't tell me he was that HOT!" Effie whispers, "well done girl." I smile to myself, and concentrate on what Harry wanted me to get.
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"Hi yes come in," I open the door as the people flood in. The more people that arrive the more they all look the same. Several piercings and tattoos, all in ripped clothes. I felt a little out of place in my little black dress and pin straight hair.
The house was now full of people and it wasn't even eight yet. I'd told myself I was going to stay out of the way, for me and Tom to just find somewhere quiet and have a chat.
Eventually Tom showed up and pulled me out of my misery. He looked gorgeous in a pair of dark jeans and a white tight shirt, showing off his perfect muscles. His hair was quiffed and he was wearing converse on his feet. All the girls heads at the party turned to look at him as he walked in but he didn't look at anyone else but me.
"Hey beautiful," he smiles, kissing me on the cheek. I lead him through to the kitchen to get him a drink. "I don't want one if you're not having one," he says, looking at the lemonade in my hand.
