I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 31 Niall's Party

I'm anxious to meet Harry's friends. What will they be like? Are they like Harry? Will they like me? I've been asking that question a lot and its getting annoying. I'm wearing a mint green dress, so I'm not quite sure that if they are like Harry that I would "fit in".

(Timber Kesha ft. Pitbull)

We pull up to a gigantic house, which I believe is Niall's. When Harry comes to open the passenger door it gives me an easier view. Harry laughs while I gawk at the house.

We walk down the stone walk way to the open front door. Music can be heard from miles around, I wouldn't want to be one of Niall's neighbors.

When we step inside the smell of alcohol is present. Couples are making out completely ignoring the fact that there are others around. Boys are running around with only their boxers on, girl in their bras, and panties. Harry leads me to a less crowded area.

A circle has been formed around us by couples.

  "Hey Styles, I see you missed us." A girl with chestnut brown hair says. Harry scoffs and moves closer to me.

  "Miss you guys? You gotta be kidding." He gives them a playful smirk, I feel left out of the conversation. Harry sits down on the couch behind us, and pulls me down so that I'm now sitting on his lap. I adjust myself so that I'm comfortable.

  "Cam if you dont quit moving I'm gonna have to fuck you in that bathroom over there." He whispers in my ear, and nods toward the ravishing looking bathroom. Niall walks over to the group with a bucket of drinks. Hands grab almost all the drinks there are two left so I take both for Harry and I. I hand Harry one, and take one for myself. The drink is a deep red, with a black label, the words written on it are a different language.

  "It's like vodka, and wine. It's really good." I get shivers from the last two words that come from Harry's mouth. Those words were what Harry used to describe the way he fingered me, which did feel really good, so I trust Harry's opinion on this drink. The drink is delicious but burns my throat.

  "So Styles how's Rebecca?" A girl with fake blonde hair asks Harry. A pang of jealousy hits me in the chest, hard. Harry rubs the small of my back.

  "Oh you mean the bitch Rebecca, your sister? Yeah nah I left her ass." That girl is Rebecca's sister, poor girl. Harry takes a sip of his drink, then places it on the table beside the couch. "I'm with this beautiful girl right here." I turn to smile at Harry. He finally introduced me.

  "Mhhmm another fucking buddy huh Styles? I wish I could do that but I'm stuck with my whore of a girlfriend." Fucking buddy? Is that what they think I am? Just Harry's play toy?

  "No I'm Cam. Harry's girlfriend." I state proudly. Harry stiffens under me. Everyone around me laughs, I feel uncomfortable now. Harry stands and leaves to the kitchen, and says something to Niall. Niall sits beside me on the couch, I try to go to Harry but Niall grabs my arm.

  "Sorry Cam, but you have to stay here." Niall give me a pleading look probably because if I don't stay put Harry will beat his ass. I nod, and sigh in aggreement.

  "Sorry, babe we didn't mean to laugh. It's just Styles never had a girlfriend besides Vanessa. Now that whore Vanessa was fun, right mates?" All the guys around me nod in agreement, except Niall.

  "You've all been with Vanessa?" I'm in shock, she cheated on Harry with all these guys?!

  "Yeah she was our night time girl. Each of us got her a different day. Max over there is the babydaddy." He nods toward a handsome brownhaired boy, who looks harmless, but I could be wrong.