My first instinct was to scream but instead I took the drink in my hand and threw it over my shoulder. I could feel it soak a little bit of my sweater.
"You bitch that got in my fucking eye!" The stranger stepped back and began rubbing his eyes. As soon as he let go I turned to go in another room to get away from the creep.
I stumbled and pushed some people to make my way to living room. At this point I didn't care that I would have to sit next to people sucking each others faces off. I sat down on a stiff leather chair. It was big but it wasn't comfy. I pulled my phone out my shirt to see if Niall had texted back.
Nothing.
For someone so determined to get me to this party I would think he would try to find me.
*me: where the hell are you? I'm in the living room if you care to come find me*
I huffed and slumped into the chair.
I really didn't want to be here. Since that run in with the grabby creep I just wanted to leave and go back to my welcoming bed in my dorm.
I sat in the chair feeling the music vibrate through me for an hour until I decided to get up because my butt was going numb. I was hungry but I wasn't going to trust any of the food in this house. I walked over to the dinning room to watch the game of beer pong.
The smell of beer was a lot more prominent once I walked through the doorway.
The two guys at each end of the table seemed to be in deep concentration, especially the one throwing the next shot. The people around the table stood and loudly cheered them on. It seemed to me that people took this made up game very seriously. I walked over to where I could have a good spot to see the game and avoid getting shoved by the drunken crowd.
Once I find my spot I focus back on the game. I don't choose a side of who I want to win but I do notice that the four guys playing are really attractive. The one who now has the ball and is preparing to shoot reminds me a bit of Niall. He has shaggy blonde hair that barely covers his forehead and a black tight t-shirt on. His muscles are a bit bigger than Niall's but not by much.
The guy made me wonder again where Niall could be.
I scan the crowd again and spot a familiar blonde and curly head clapping and cheering with the rest of the people.
Niall had on a plain white t-shirt with his hair styled in a perfectly imperfect quiff. Harry on the other hand had a black t-shirt with his hair pushed back under that silly headband he wore the night I met him.
I leave my safe spot in the room to go over to Niall. Once I reach him I pull the back of his shirt really hard to make him stumble back a little.
"Hey!" I shout over the loud roar of people.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!" He shouts turning around. Annoyance and anger flash across his face. His eyes are hard and are a dark blue, which is different from his normal light blue color. His hand quickly lifts up like he is about to back hand me so hard I would fly across the room.
I shrink back a little and wince preparing for the hit.
"Niall chill it's just Ella." Harry grabs his arm and throws it back down to his side.
I give Harry a little smile and turn back to Niall his eyes seemed to have soften and the tense expression gone from his face.
"You can't be sneaking on up on people like that babe." He says with a warm smile. "Let's get out of here." He grips my wrist and drags me through the house until we end up back in the living room.
