Damaged Goods. (A Harry Styles Fanic)

Chapter Nine

The word around school was that there was going to be another party in the coming weekend. Since it was that kind of age, people turning seventeen and not being able to go out and drink legally, everyone was turning to house parties as a celebration when their birthday arrived.

This time is was a lad called Josh or John or something, Lola couldn’t remember. She didn’t think it was even important since she expected most of the year to be there, and she wouldn’t have the chance to speak to this guy anyway. All she knew was from Jackie, that they were invited and were going on Saturday night.

Initially Lola was hesitant after what happened at Sarah’s party. She knew Harry would be there; heck when is ever NOT there? Her gut was telling her not to go this time, but her head was screaming “You’ve gotta stop letting him win”

“I’m going a party tomorrow night” she told her Mum who was sat with John in the front room. Gemma was on the other couch, texting and occasionally participating in the conversation.

“Oh? Who’s this time?” her Mum asked, playing around on her iPhone and barely looking up to acknowledge her daughters presence. John was flicking through TV channels, arm resting loosely over the back of the sofa behind Christina. She was hardly making converation with him though, simply looking like the child as she was curled up beside him, one hand on his chest.

She was dressed in black leggings and a slouchy jumper hanging over her slim petite frame. It was so different from her usual smart business outfit. Her focus was down on her phone, tapping away with her thumb. At a glance, she could have been mistaken for a teenager, she looked like Lola, which Lola hated.

“Some guy in my year” Lola replied

“Awh I remember all the parties that went on when I was in your year” Gemma recalled

“So Harry’s going too then?” John asked

“Probably”

“Ah that’s nice” Christina commented “Harry can look out for you now, y’know, incase anyone tries anything, you know what those older boys are like”

Lola rolled her eyes at the comment, knowing that if anyone was gonna try anything it would be Harry doing so. And it would be anything but the good way, just playing his sick games like usual.

*

Jackie came over the next evening to get ready with Lola. She bought a small bottle in her bag, a mischevious smirk gracing her glossed lips as she pulled out the vodka.

“Where did you get that?”

“Found it in the kitchen cupboard, just don’t mention it to my Mum” Jackie said, “What are you wearing?”

“The white top I got last week” Lola said, pulling it out of her drawer “A black blazer, nude heels and…….leggings. With my clutch”

“Very nice. I think i’m playing it safe with my trusty red dress” Jackie said, scrunching her long honey coloured waves with her hand and flipping her fringe back. Lola applied neutral eyeshadow, mascara and a dab of red lipstick to give her a more dressed up look. She styled her long blonde hair into soft loose waves and let them tumble over her shoulders, the ends reaching beneath her bust before putting some peachy feather earrings in.

Lola pulled her skinny jeans off her legs and turned away instinctively, hating exposing the scars on her upper thighs to anyone; even her best friend. She fumbled through her drawer for a pair of slim jet black leggings. Jackie was finishing off brushing bronzer over her cheekbones when she couldn’t help notice Lola’s habit. She looked at the pale skin of Lola’s legs, how they were never exposed fully without being covered up in tights.