Pretty Boy

Three

I can feel my lips turn down into a frown as I look up at the person that I accidentally rammed into. The familiar features of the new student registers in my brain and I can't help but feel a little cautious. My frown deepens when I realize that I'm still sitting on the ground and I don't wait for Louis to offer a hand, or if he was even going to offer one, and push my self up before dusting off my now dirty leggings.

"I didn't see you there." I say, looking up at him. I notice how he has a large pack of Coca Cola cans in his arms, no wonder why the fall hurt so much. With the added weight I should have went flying into the next stocked shelf.

"It's OK. I wasn't watching where I was going either." He lowly mumbles and I force myself not to shiver, forcing myself to think that it's the cold air in the store.

"Um, I'm Harry." I hold my hand out to him and put on a small smile, hoping that it doesn't look to forced. He frowns as he looks down at my extended hand, and when I start to think that maybe I chipped my nail polish without realizing, I find nothing at all wrong with it. That's when I realize that, duh, he can't really take it with his arms full, so I awkwardly pull it back with a sheepish smile. "Right, sorry."

"M' Louis." He says.

"Oh, I know. You're in my world history class." I state matter of factly. Remember, you stared a hole in my head.

"Yeah, well, I better go. Uh, see you later." He nods his head and my eyes follow him as he goes down a different isle. I try not to notice how at the last second, he turned his head just slightly, and shot a glance back.

You are a strange one, Mr. Tomlinson.

Shaking him out of my thoughts, I walk down to the freezers section to see that Rita is still debating on what drinks to get.

"Oh my god, you crippled turtle hurry up!" I wail dramatically before stopping at her side.

"I am not a turtle you -- you moose!" She glares at me. I let out a gasp and hold my hand to my heart.

"You wound me, friend!"

"Shut up.... Moose."

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

"You said we weren't going to one." I pout as I watch Rita put on her makeup. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, already dressed up, all I need to do is just put on some shoes. Rita bad gotten a text from one of her other friends saying that some guy was throwing a party, and of course, Rita being Rita must go.

I'm telling her mom.

"Do you really want to sit here all night and stuff your face with junk?" Rita asks me as she looks at me through my full length mirror.

"Um, yeah." I say in a duh tone. Like, come on, I'm obviously going to choose food over a stupid party. You should know this by now Rita, ugh.

"Of course, I should have known." She rolls her eyes. "No come on. Don't make me push you out the door."

'Yeah, yeah, give me a minute." I mumble before walking over to my closet and digging for my white flats. Once I found them I quickly put them on and we left.

"Call Brody for me, will ya?" Rita asks, tossing me her phone as she starts her car. I huff out a breath but do it anyway searching for his contact. When I find it, with a bunch of kiss emoji's, I press the call button and wait for him to answer.

"Babe, I'm so glad you called," He says in a husky voice, making my nose crinkle up, "I need you, I'm so hard right now. It's been to long, please, just ditch Harry, and come over?"

"Nice to know you'd just leave me all alone for anyone to kidnap." I state with a giggle. I can bear him choking on the other line and Rita sends me a questioning look, but I just shake my head.

"Harry? Is that you? What the hell, oh my god you weren't supposed to hear that..." He rushes out.

"Yeah, I didn't want to either, ew. But anyway, shoot your boner down and meet us at..." I look to Rita.

"Zayn."

"Zayn's place. He's throwing a party that Rita can't miss." I say in a smart tone.

"Fuck, you cóck block, ugh, fine I'll be there in like, ten." He hangs up and I give Rita her phone back.

"What happened?" She asks, glancing at me before looking back at the road.

"He'll be there in like ten minutes." I say.

"No, not that. When he picked up."

"Oh, he wanted you to ditch me so you could take care of his tiny penis."

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

The moment we stepped foot into the large house, I felt the vibrations of the music waving threw my body. The stale smell of alcohol and vomit surrounded me, and all I wanted to do was turn around and high tale out of there.

Welcome to the typical high school party.