The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

"Come on!" Amanda yells, taking a handful of popcorn sitting on my bed. 

"No, it's a greaser party. It's dangerous and we don't belong there," I fight. 

"I know plenty of soc girls that'll be there! It'll be so fun," she says, begging while jumping. Amanda thinks she'll get her way when she begs like this. 

And she's right, I always cave. 

"I don't think it's such a good idea," I hesitate, even if I know I'll end up going. Only because there is a little part of me that wants to see Harry. 

"We've been to so many clubs, it'll be the same thing," she begs.

"No drinking," I warn.

"One shot?" she asks and i giggle.

"Fine!" I cave. 

"YAY!" she jumps in joy and I laugh at her hilarious personality. Sometimes I worry about her..  

"Pink dress, or white?" Amanda holds up two gorgeous dresses, they're both short and nice. 

"Definitely the white one," I point to the dress. She smiles. We always have the same taste, no matter what. 

"I knew it. It'll show off my fake tan. Oh, and earlier today I went out shopping with my mom which was absolute horror, I saw a dress that'll look good on you."  She takes out a plain white dress that is identical to Amanda's  except it's a black version. She knows I love black. 

"It's exactly like yours, and you don't need to buy me things." I eye the outfit, it's so cute. But I hate when Amanda buys me stuff. I don't feel comfortable. I laugh at her. 

"Oh honey, But I really do. And hey, I have new Lou Boutons." When I hear Amanda's favorite designer shoe brand, I roll my eyes. I knew she would buy yet more pairs. We literally have so many combined. 

Velvet black pumps with the classic red bottom and Amanda got the exact same for herself but in white. 

"Stop," my eyes pop at the expensive shoes. 

"Never," she chuckles and throws the dress at my face. "Go get dressed." 

I roll my eyes at her for the hundredth time. 

"No, you will not. Now go change." She pushes me towards the bathroom. You know, sometimes this girl goes overboard with fashion. I mean, yes. I love fashion. But she's going to get bankrupt if she doesn't stop spending too much.

"Thank you,"

"No problem bestie," she winks as she closes the door to her bedroom.

Amanda is stunning. Her eyes are the most beautiful ocean blue ever and her hair is a beautiful honey blonde. Boys throw themselves at her all the time but she is the hardest to get, and she doesn't do it on purpose. 

When Amanda and I exit her new G- Wagon, we notice how big this Greaser's house is. It's bigger than mine and Amanda's combined. Holy shit. It looks like a Greek God built it. 

"I've never seen a rich greaser before," I tell Amanda, aw we walk up the elegant stone stairs. 

"Neither have I, apparently he didn't like being a Soc so he became a Greaser," Amanda whispers in my ear. I'm not sure that's the way it works but he can do what he wants. 

"Wow," I say and we walk in. The first thing I notice is people dancing like crazy to really loud music and the strong smell of weed. Amanda already leaves to join the people dancing. She's always been the independent and crazy one. I make my way through the crowd and find myself sitting on a black leather couch in the living room. Some guy with tattoos asks me if I want some  vodka. At first, I think to myself that I shouldn't but then I thought of how I won't be eighteen forever. So I take the drink and he leaves. I pull out my phone when I get a notification from Snapchat.  I don't even notice guys staring and chuckling until I look up. I glare at one of them and I see a familiar figure standing in the doorway to the balcony. Niall was it?