Head over Heels || book one.

Party at our's

Author's note:

Just thought I'd let you know that this is the 51 chapter. Cass update! Stef update! Please!

Cassie’s POV

It was just after lunch did everybody start to get rushed. Bathrooms had been taken and  clothes were strewn out across the whole house. Hair and make up was done and outfits were tried on.

It was quarter to seven and drinks were being placed around in the garage, living room, kitchen and backyard. The top floor was sealed off and the other bedrooms locked; didn’t want drunk people doing who knows what in our rooms.

Just past eight people started to arrive. I wasn’t there to greet everyone at the door, but even as they came through the house, none of them were famous enough for me to recognise.

“Hey, psst!” I called over to Harry. He came over and grinned.

“What’s up?” He asked brightly. The party had started less than half an hour ago and already he was drunk. Great, just great. It was gonna be a long night.

“How come none of these people are famous?” I hissed.

He giggled like a child with sugar. “Silly girl. Why would we invite celebrities? We’ve invited our friends.” He said sounding tipsy.

“What have you had to drink?” I asked, slightly pushing him away from me. He stumbled backwards, then regaining his balance, faced me.

“Niall gave me something to drink. You know you should have one to.” He slurred. I sighed. Niall gave Harry something to drink.

‘My my, what on earth would he have given him?’ I sarcastically thought to myself. I headed over to the bar, at which Niall was serving drinks to everyone. “What’d you give Harry?” I asked.

Niall shrugged before looking all the assortment of bottles littered across the bench top. “I probably gave him the 8feet under.”

“And what’s that got in it?” I questioned.

“Umm, tequila, vodka and something else.” Niall answered.

“So you don’t know what you gave him?” I asked, a little worried. Niall shrugged again.

“It shouldn’t matter too much. But hey, loosen up. You want something to drink?” He asked me.

I shook my head and headed back out into the sea of people crowded into the room. There were no familiar faces for a while until I walked into one (not a face, a person). “Oof!” I exclaimed as I fell over this person’s feet. I picked myself up, dusted myself off and looked up at this person. “When did you get so tall?” I asked Sarah. She shrugged.

“What’s up with Stef though?” Sarah asked.

I looked at her confused. “What do you mean ‘what’s up with Stef’?” Sarah pointed across the room to the corner to where her and Louis were having a quiet conversation. “Oh,” I said, narrowing my eyes trying to determine what was happening. “What’s the bet that they’re going out to dinner some time?”

“I don’t doubt it for a second. And they look really sweet,” Sarah sighed. I gave her a look. “What? They do.” She explained. I rolled my eyes.

“Actually, I think you’re just jealous that you haven’t gone on a date yet and you’re getting impatient.” I guessed.

“I’m not impatient.” Sarah said, too quickly to be the truth. “I’m just curious as to when it will be. That’s all.”

“Right, yet you can’t seem to stop thinking about. Am I right?” I asked, knowing I was right.

She slowly nodded. “Well, I’m going to get a drink. You want anything?” Sarah asked. I shook my head and she disappeared into the crowd of people. And not one of them was famous.

Sarah’s POV

“Yo, Niall, what do you recommend for a first time drinker?” I asked as I sat down at the stool against the bar.

He looked at me confused. “You’ve never had a shot of any kind?” I shook my head and he sorted through the bottles at the bar. “Here you go, I’d be careful though, you never know what people might put in your drink.” He cautioned as he handed me a small glass - a shot glass.

I looked from the glass of clear liquid, vodka, to Niall, but he was already busy serving someone else. I shrugged and downed the drink in one mouthful. Bad idea.

While I was trying to semi-regurgitate my drink someone sat down next to me. “You ok?” The voice was all too familiar.

“Jordan? What are you doing here?” I asked as I swallowed down (more like choked on) the vodka.

Author's note:

Love you all!