deviant // harry styles

4. CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE

can't help falling in love: elvis presley
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As I sipped the fruity punch given to me by Jamie, I sat in the corner by the window and listened to the sound of the thunder and rain that was outside. Something about the sound of a storm makes the storm in my stomach stop when I'm nervous.

Every time the door closed when someone walked in, I bet to myself that that would be the last time person invited. Of course, that wasn't true. People just kept piling in and watching it happen was a good way to pass time, since the party was pretty boring. Each time someone new entered, the smell of booze and smoke got stronger and their voices got louder.

Something--someone caught my eye while watching the door. Harry. He wasn't with my brother, and he was greeted by some of the boys when he walked in. I could tell he was looking for someone by the way his eyes wandered the crowds of people; who he was looking for was a mystery to me.

My body was feeling super cozy and relaxed and my toes were feeling numb. I went to take a sip of my drink, but the cup was empty. I walk over to the station with the drinks and notice emptied-out bottles of alcohol next to the punch bowl. I questioned if I had been drinking alcohol this whole time, and if I should have another. I decide yes to the first question, and no to the second and set my cup down.

Looking for Stacie, I see her with a group of frat boys, and Jamie Oliver. She was leaning against a very uncomfortable-looking Harry Styles. I giggled as I walked over to them.

"Hannah! So great to see you again." Jamie slurs and pulls me into him arms. He smelled like smoke, booze, and Old Spice. I pulled his arms off of me in the friendliest way I could, since he was too intoxicated for my liking.

"Hi, Jamie." I smile. "Stacie, where have you been? I've been looking for you."

"Yeah, I was rolling one with some friends in the back, and I would have asked you to come, but-"

"No, that's okay, I wouldn't have wanted one anyway." I shake my head.

"Exactly. I knew you would understand." She nods and smiles, totally dazed. She is really high. "Where are the Cheetos?" She says to herself as she wanders off alone, making me laugh.

"Hannah, would you care to dance?" Jamie holds out his hand.

"I think he wants more than a dance with her, am I right, boys?" One boy with red hair and freckles says and they all cheer and laugh. I shift.

"Yeah, who wouldn't?! She looks like she knows how to ride, if you know what I mean!" They all hoot as another boy cuts in. I notice that even Jamie Oliver is laughing. All of my muscles go tense; is that why I was invited? "Harry, you've been at her house for a week, you'd know. When she puts out, does she ride it?" My stomach is queazy and I feel like I might pass out or throw up.

"Hey, lay off of her, dude," Harry takes a step forward. "You make women feel uncomfortable because they are smaller than you and can't run away." He gets close to his face. "How pathetic is that, huh? Pick on someone your own size, like me." The boy backs up. "I will go postal on your ass. Let's dip." He holds out his arm for me to take and I do, holding on tight. He doesn't take his eyes off of the guys, who fell silent, until we walk out of the house.

We heard cop sirens down the block and we looked at each other, and then we both ran into the car.

"Wait, what about Stacie?!" I buckle my seatbelt.

"What about her?" He steps on the gas and drives away from the house.

"W-we can't just leave her there, she'll be arrested! She will hate me forever!"

"She will have you because you left the party early? How were we supposed to know the cops would show?!" He rations.

"She is my friend, I can't leave her! W-what if it was the other way around, what if she left without me and I got arrested?" I didn't even realize how heavy I was breathing.

"I'm sorry if you're upset but I am not going back. If we go back, that would be the same as asking the cops to put handcuffs on us and to take us away," he looks at me and rubs my shoulder.

"I guess you're right." I shrug. "Why were you there?" Harry sighs.

"I was thinking about the conversation we had in the car about parties today and I just..," he pauses. "Young guys are quick to take advantage of girls, and I was concerned that you would be taken advantage of, or something. I don't know." I smile.

"Thank you for caring about my safety," I say softly and he smiles.

"You bet."

The time reads 11:38 and I wondered where all of the time went. There was soft rock playing in the background. I ask him if I can choose a song, and he says yes. Flipping through the channels, I land on 'Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elvis Presley.

"Typical," he smiles.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"A teen girl listening to heartfelt Elvis."

"Yeah, and it seems typical that teen boy is listening to angry rock," I laugh.

"I'm glad I was here tonight," Harry says after a while of driving.

"Me too."
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um I am loving this story

edit 1: I changed the name of the story to 'dreamboat' so that is a thing now

edit 2: changed it to deviant hah!

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