Vague (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

I inched away from him, he inched closer to me. Despite the fact that he was making me uncomfortable with every movement he made, there was something different about him.

He never actually looked away from my eyes. It seemed like a weird way of meeting someone and I didn't even know his name. All I knew was he had a really cute British accent considering I've heard it everyday I go to school but you could bearly hear it due to the party music playing loudly in the background, and he had soft curly hair.

I didn't actually get to feel his hair but it looked genuinely soft.

I didn't feel right meeting a guy at a friends birthday party. I didn't even know half of these people. Sure I've seen some of them around the senior hallway at my dreadful school but that's about it. If I wasn't forced to come here, I wouldn't be in this situation.

He kept inching closer, making me feel more and more uncomfortable each time he did it. It came around the time when I couldn't scoot any closer to the edge of the cherry red couch so I gave up.

He stopped inching toward me when he was at most 1/2 foot away.

"Relax. I don't bite," He said. I didn't respond.

"What's your name?" He attempted to communicate with me. I'm not used to guys talking to me. I'm more of a stay-at-home person but Genesis forced me.

He seemed like a good person so I answered "Avalyn. But you can call me Ava."

"Cute name" he smiled. His dimples were now visible so I just looked away awkwardly. I was unable to stare at his captivating dimples because I'm just not used to it.

"Yours?" I asked back.

"Huh?" He seemed distracted.

"Your name."

"Oh yeah right. Sorry. It's Harry Styles"

"Wow there Mister. I wasn't asking for your life info" I said referring to his mentioning of his last name.

"Hehe. Sorry." He proceeded with drinking his alcohol as I assumed.

"This isn't alcohol." He said as if he read my mind. "It's apple juice. I don't drink."

"Something we have in common" I said back.

"Take this and drink it." Said a girl about my age with the same colored hair as mine (brunette).

"I'm sorry what?" I asked so curiously that she gave me a look.

"Just do it." She demand so I did.

I took the red cup from her hand and threw the entire small glass of blue tinted liquid down my throat.

I had no idea what it was but it tasted bitter and I hated it.

"Good." A wide grin was plastered on her makeup-filled face. I'm sure if she just took it off she would look WAY prettier.

I felt drowsy. I wasn't sure what the substance was but it sure smelled like alcohol. I didn't remember anything from the rest of that night.

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