I walked up to Harry's driveway which was packed with other cars of different types. Its about like 7:30 because the sun was now going down. I planned meeting up with him earlier at school but he never said he'd have friends over. I mean he didn't have to tell me because it's his flat but it would of been good if he mentioned it so I could at least dress well. I wasn't thinking so all I put on was a grey tank top followed with a light jacket, sweat pants and white toms. Slowly making my way to the porch I see a girl with dark red hair come out from the door laughing. I watched her before going any closer making sure I was out of sight. She pulled a long cigar from her pocket, lighting it with a green lighter. She looked like the bad type, with tattoos up her arms and legs, wears ripped jean shorts, band shirts with piercings all around her head from lips to ears. I took a short breath and jogged up the small steps to the wooden porch, getting her attention. "Hey," she moved her cigar from her mouth and let the smoke blow from her nose.
"Hi," I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets.
"Wait," she pointed her cigar at me. "Are you that Abby chick Harry's with?"
"Yup that's me," I laughed once.
"My name's Stephanie. Long term friend of Harry's but I'm little older than him about maybe 3 years older," she gave a welcoming smile towards me.
"I guess you already know my name," I smiled back. "So what are you all doing in there?"
"Pretty much do what we 'all' do every Friday. which is play dumb games like spin the bottle, drink, and just have a fun time while we can."
"Sounds good. May I join your little get together?"
"Why are you asking me," she laughed. "Your his girlfriend I'm pretty sure you are."
"Right," I blushed in embarrassment. "I'll meet you in there?"
"Yup."
"Okay catch you then," I walked past her and to the door twisting the knob opening it. To my surprise there were only 5 people in the living room not including Harry which wasn't even in the room. They were all guys and four of them are easy to make out. Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall. I snuck by the room opening making sure they didn't see me and went upstairs, going to the room I knew was Harry's room. I opened the door wanting to see Harry there but he wasn't. It was empty. I walked to the next door and knocked but no response, I did this to the next few doors opening each but he must be downstairs or not even in the house.
I went to the staircase and ran into Liam. "Hey wat-," he stared up at me and didn't finish his sentence. "When did you get here?"
"Does it matter?"
"Sure it does."
"Couple minutes ago... now where's Harry?"
"Oh Harry he's in the living room now. He got some drinks for the other boys and our good friend." I nodded awkwardly and went pasted him down the stairs turning into the living room where Harry was holding some type of whine bottle or some type of other drink, chugging it down.
"Harry?," I questioned his ways.
"Oh look it's Abby!," Zayn rose his hands up and smiled wildly. He walked towards me and gave me a big bear hug almost lifting my feet off the floor. I could tell he was out of it. When he let go of me I went over close to Harry who seemed not to hear me.
"Harry," I put my hand on his shoulder making him twitch my direction removing the bottle from his mouth and smirk.
"Abby! Ohh my dear I missed you," he slurred. "Hey, hey guys this is Abby my girlfriend," he laughed and put the bottle down wrapping one of his arms around me pushing me down on his couch with him.
"I remember her," Louis said flopping next to me on the couch putting his arm around me, putting his arm over Harry's. "She the one with that one friend um-" I stared over at Louis and as he talked I could smell his nasty breath which reaked with achohol.
"Jessica?"
"Yeah," he had a big smirk on his face and leaned close to me making me lift my hand up to his face pushing it away. He lifted his one arm from behind me and moved my hands and lent in for what seemed a kiss
"Louis stop," Liam pulled him up off the couch and pushed to the wall.
"Liam got a crushh," Louis slurred as he laughed. Laughed, and laughed.
"No it's just not right," Liam stuck up for himself. "Plus she's Harry's. A sweet girl don't need your drunk ass on her," and me.
"Thanks," I mumbled just enough for him to hear as it got silent.
"What the fuck bro!," Louis yelled right when Liam was about to say, 'your welcome'. "Bros before hoes."
"But she isn't a hoe. But your calling Harry a man whore then."
"Just piss off," Louis stomped out of the room like a toddler not getting a doll. I laughed a little then faced Harry who seemed to be a wake one minute and now sleeping. His head back and curls bouncing ever time he exhaled and inhaled.
"Adam!," Liam called as the other boy I didn't know started to follow Louis. "He's not worth our time right now."
"Okay," he simply said and stood around awkwardly.
"So," I broke our awkward stares. "I think I'll put Harry's ass up in his room to sleep."
"Alright, night love," both the boys remarked as Niall and Zayn were chatting each other up and drinking to even notice. But who said I was going to sleep with Harry? No one. Not me. Never. Ever. Not even if we dont do nothing. Just no. Maybe I shouldn't even sleep over; I could just get in my car and ride home go to bed and come back tomorrow or something because its the week days so it wont matter.
But I know if Harry wakes up and i'm not there I'm afraid he'll be mad. I don't know why I care if he would be or not it's just... maybe I do care...
