deviant // harry styles

9. BABY BABY BABY

baby-baby-baby: tlc

"Here," Will announced from the front seat.  I look out the window and see a big house with flashing lights and lots of people. This wasn't like Jamie Oliver's party.

"There's a lot of people here," I look at Will as he turns around to look at me.

"Just stay out of trouble and you'll be fine." He opens his door to get out, and Harry does the same. I was too afraid to open mine. Immediately, they were greeted by a couple of big guys with bottles in their hands. Harry looks back into my window mid-laugh and then raises his eyebrows at me. I shake my head. He sighs yet doesn't seem frustrated, and walks over to my door, opening it. I look into his eyes.

"Angel, you'll have to leave the car sometime soon," he tilts his head to the side, waiting for a response. "C'mon, I'll be right by your side." He hold his hand out for me to take. I look at his hand, then him, then his hand again. Finally placing my hand in his, I hop out of the car. I check out my surroundings. Loud music, the putrid scent of drugs and alcohol, and lots of talk heels.

Will had already left with those boys, so it was just Harry and I.

"We will leave whenever you say you want to go," he reassured and I nodded. I locked my arm with his as we walked into the house.

People were basically packed against each other in the room on the left, and on the room on the right, there was a haze of smoke and the sound of coughing. There were spiral stairs we could go up, but there was a couple making out on a step. I felt uncomfortable, but I wanted to see more of this party before we left.

"You choose which direction to go. Both of the rooms lead to the kitchen. Upstairs leads to upstairs," he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rubbed my arm in comfort. Which room could be get through the quickest? (an: which would you choose?)

"That way," I point to the right room. He furrows his eyebrows in focus as we walk into the room, hand in hand. People had joints in their hands, and I even saw people snorting something on a table. I noticed that when he would make eye contact with some people, he'd lower his head and fasten his pace. I didn't question it; he was probably worried that they would tell me something about him that I didn't want to hear.

We reached the kitchen, which was big, and walked towards a corner of the kitchen with a bunch of coolers.

"What to drink, m'lady?" I laugh.

"What do they have?"

"Beer, Vodka Cruisers, more beer, shifty tequila, and punch. You most likely don't want to take the punch, though, because someone usually puts something weird in it."

"Like what?"

"A little bit of magic," he smirked, but his eyes were friendly. I dropped down to look inside the cooler, and grabbed a blue bottled drink. Vodka Cruiser it is. He held his hand out to help me up, which I took gladly. I tried taking the cap off of the bottle, twisting as hard as I could but my hand was starting to hurt.

"Help?" I ask Harry after he patiently waited for me. He took it from my hands and opened it with no problem, tossing the cap on the counter. "I loosened it up for you," I laugh.

"Of course you did," he chuckles. I see four girls standing in the corner of the kitchen watching us, and whispering. They probably knew who Harry was.

"Do you know them?" I nod my head in the direction of the girls. He turns around to look at them, then turns back around with a scowl.

"Everyone knows them, they all had this weird scandal with one of their professors. They are... messy girls," he shakes his head. I nod and take a sip of my drink. It tasted like a blueberry icee, only watered down with alcohol. It tasted pretty good.

"Where to now?" I ask as I sip my drink once more.

"Follow me," he locks his arm with mine and walks out of the kitchen, through a hallway and turns left. We enter a bigger room than the others that had a little bit of everything. Some were dancing, some were smoking, some were just sitting around and talking to each other. Harry didn't even need to walk up to them to be greeted.

"Harry, mate, how've you been?" A boy with blonde hair and an unrecognizable accent had gotten up. "Who's this?"

"Niall, meet Hannah. Vice versa," Harry tightened his grip on my waist.

"It's a pleasure," Niall held out a hand for me to shake, which I gave to him. He kissed my hand, and Harry snorted.

"Same to you," I smiled, gulping.

"Come, meet everyone else." Niall gestured for us to come over, which we did. "This here's Ashley, Dylan, Zoe, that one over there is Liam, and Louis is somewhere getting a drink."

"Hi. I'm Hannah," I waved shyly and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"So are you, like, Harry's thing now?" Zoe asked.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I think we all know this guy doesn't do relationships," she scoffs. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't remember Jade after what you'd done." I took a step away from Harry, confused.

"Zo, don't start this now," Harry says and shifts in his place. His eyes flicker to mine and he looks down.

"Is everything alright?" A voice chimes in from behind me. The boy had brown hair swept across his forehead and a cool demeanor. His eyes caught mine and he smirked. "Who's this lass?"

"Hannah. She came with me." Harry seemed to be getting frustrated.

"No need to molly-coddle her, Styles, I'm sure she can speak on her own," the boy joked. "Go on, love."

"My name's Hannah." I gripped my drink.

"Well, Hannah, how does a good old fashioned game of 'never have I ever' sound?"