Damaged Goods. (A Harry Styles Fanic)

Chapter Three

“Can I borrow your black heels?”

“Which ones?”

“The ones you got last month, pretty pretty please?” Jackie fluttered her eyelashes at Lola

“Fine, don’t ruin them though or you’re dead” Lola said, sitting cross legged infront of the full length mirror in Jackie’s bedroom. Makeup items scattered across the floor around her and a curling wand heating up beside her.

“That dress looks so hot Lola, you should wear that kind of stuff more often”

“Kind of hard when you’re restricted to a school uniform five days a week. And it’s not like my Mother hands out cash to buy new clothes every month” Lola replied, sweeping a blusher brush across her cheekbones. She spritzed heat protectant over her blonde locks before twisting them carefully around the cermaic curling iron. Each section fell into a loose soft wave, a couple of stray strands staying straight and adding to the volume.

Jackie had picked out a pastel pink high waisted midi skirt with a plain black bralet crop top, a band of bare skin exposed on her middle, between the hem of each piece of clothing. Her waist was slim and the heels made her legs look long and slender.

Lola wore a complimenting little black dress with a thin brown wait belt, accentuating her small waist and dipping down a little at the chest showing the smallest amount of cleavage. She didn’t want anything too much, because she always hated seeing girls flaunting their breasts and arses in public, craving attention from guys for all the wrong reasons. It highlighted the slight curve at the top of her dress but that was all.

“This is gonna be so good! Come on smile, I wanna take a picture” Jackie grinned, pulling her camera out and holding it infront of them. Lola smiled, wincing at the harsh bright flash as the shutter was pressed. She longed for times when she could let her hair down for once, and have a good time with her best mate, hopefully tonight would be a night just for that.

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“Whoah look how many people are here already” Jackie said, as they sat down on a sofa, a few bottles already littering the floor. The party was a girl called Sarah’s, a house party. ‘Her parents must be pretty laid back if they trust her to throw a party like this again’ Lola thought as she smoothed down her dress, the hem ending mid thigh.

Lola had spoken to Sarah a few times during a class together but she wouldn’t refer to her as a ‘friend’ or anything. They were merely classmates. But despite being popular, Sarah was always pretty nice to her so she was relieved that it wasn’t another bitchy stuck up rich girl throwing a party.

“Here we go! Get it down you girl” Jackie walked back in as Lola was having a conversation with Michael, a guy in their year. Lola wasn’t entirely sure what drink Jackie had found, given the turquoise colour of the liquid, Lola shrugged and took a gulp.

It burnt the back of her throat a little and she felt a strong taste fizzle on her tastebuds. She shuddered slightly, Jackie and Michael smirking at her reaction.

“Good isn’t it?” Jackie nodded with a grin “Here, have some more. You too Michael. I’ll be right back” she said, before exiting the room full of people. She was more sociable than Lola that was for sure, and less socially awkward when it came to talking to new people. Jackie just absorped everything at a party, drinking, dancing and letting herself go. Lola decided that was probably the best way to enjoy herself if she wanted to have a good night. ‘What the hell’ she thought ‘You only live once’

She threw back her drink, feeling it quickly beginning to go to her head. After a short while, she started to giggle more and more at everything Michael said, a sign that she was tipsy. He played along, knowing he was on his way to drunk now too.