My First | Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty Four

Tessa Pov

"That was seriously almost very terrifying." I said with a shaky breath, slamming the car door closed as Harry hopped out as well. I maneuvered around the front of the car, listening to him sigh exaggeratedly until he was rejoined at my side.

"It wasn't that bad." He tried to say reasonably.

I made a doubtful face that summarised my discomfort and he laughed. 

"Fine, you drive us back then," He said as he dangled the keys over my head. "Oh wait, you cant."

"Shut up, Harry." I pushed at his chest, stomping forward. But he quickly caught up on my heels. Though the sound of the music was loud, I could still distinguish his deep laughter. It made my heart do a special little dance. 

We continued walking up the drive way, each step was a step closer to the house that blasted music through its windows and walls. There were streamers and balloons tied to nearly every object within reach and plastic red cups littered on the grass. For a night that celebrated no known victory, they definatly were celebrating some thing. 

I rubbed the palm of my hand over the exposed skin on my arm. I changed before we left, arguing with Harry for almost fourty minutes on what to wear tonight. Apparently there were a lot of things he didn't like me wearing. And apparently there were a lot of reasons as to why. 

My fingers skimmed past the hangers, each glance at the fabric hanging on each one being rejected by Harry who shook his curly head. I began to get frustrated as he continued to turn down all the things I had suggested. 

"What's wrong with this top?" I asked as I held it up. 

He walked over to me and with out a word, took the hanger and placed it back onto the rack inside my closet. I released a groan of exhaustion and leaned against my bed frame.

"Harry," I said as I continued glaring over at him. His back was turned to me as he flickered through the different clothing items in my wardrobe. "Why can't I just wear what I want to wear?"

"Because I don't like it." He stated bluntly.

"Well why don't you like it?" I figured I'd ask. 

My eyes watched him as he slowly turned around, still looking unimpressed with any clothing I possessed. 

"It's just, I've heard things about these sort of parties," He said with a chocked voice, paining me to listen. "Bad things."

I gulped nervously and shifted to my right as Harry walked over to me. His hair was still partially wet from his shower but it was nice seeing him with wet hair. Some of his curls occasionally stuck to his forehead and I don't know why but I liked it when that happened. 

He leaned against my head board next to me, one of his arms expanded behind my back and the other to his far left. Our shoulders were just barely touching. 

"Maybe we shouldn't go." He mumbled to my surprise. "It's not worth it if-"

"If what?" I caught him before he could finish, which he clearly did not expect. He looked up and anxiously met my eyes which I willingly held. I knew he was reluctant to go to this party, and based on some of the things I've seen and heard tonight in regards to how some of them turned out, so was I. But he had to remember that we were only going so he could make an appearance. We weren't going to socialise. We probably weren't even going to know anybody there. 

"Listen, Harry," I said and gently touched his arm, his eyes shooting up at the immediate contact. "We should go. You need to and I'll go with you. Nothing bad is going to happen, okay?"