Between The Lines

Chapter 8

HARRY'S POV

I look over at the clock on the stove 9:10. She isn't coming. I probably scared her or something.

I thought back to her smile, it looked so genuine, so innocent. She was beautiful.

I have been here about half and hour and I've already had several girls try to throw themselves at me... I would've fucked them but I couldn't get Carly out of my mind.

"Take a hit, Styles!" Andy says as he shoves a joint in my face.

"I'm good, thanks." I reject his offer.

"What the fuck, man?" He spits. "You're being weird."

"Fine." I give in. I take the joint from his hand and put it between my lips. I take a small hit and hand it back to Andy.

"There ya go!" He hollers and slaps my back a few times.

I'm really not in the fucking mood. I shouldn't of come, I just thought that maybe she'd show.

A girl stumbles in looking for Andy and they leave the kitchen, making their way to the back hall towards the bedrooms.

"Harry..." A girl says from behind me. I turn around to Andy's cousin, Bella.

"What do you want, Bella?" I snap.

She only has a shirt and panties on and I can tell by the way she is standing that she's wasted.

She stumbles over to me and her finger traces around the wing of the bird printed on my chest.

"You." She giggles.

"Get off me, Bella." I push her off me and she stumbles a little.

"Harry... What was that for." She slurs. "Don't you wanna mess around?"

"No, obviously not." I tell her as I walk out of the kitchen into the living room.

Normally I'd be fucking every girl that walks past me and smoking joints but tonight I'm just not feeling it.

The room is filled with smoke and it's starting to get overwhelming. I make my way to the bathroom.

There's a couple sitting on the counter making out when I open the door.

"Get out." I bluntly tell them.

They glare at me before sliding off the counter and heading to one of the back rooms.

I shut and lock the door behind me. Breathe. If she doesn't get here soon, I'll leave. I don't know why I invited her here, I should've asked her out to a nice restaurant or something. Not a fucking party.

"Shit." I mumble under my breath. I'm a fucking idiot.

I open the door to the bathroom and step out into the hallway. I'm leaving.

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CARLY'S POV

"It'll be fun, promise." Harry's words play through my mind as I take in the scene in front of me.

This was his idea of fun? Roller Skating is fun. Not this.

Half-naked girls are sprawled across the room. Most of them seated on guy's laps. The room is filled with smoke and the smell of marijuana and alcohol stains the air.

"Hey, I'm Andy." A tall man with short brown hair says to me as he walks closer.

"Carly." I nod and give a light smile.

"Here for the party?" He asks.

"I'm looking for um... Harry." I manage to say with out coughing.

"Styles?" He gives me a look like I'm stupid.

"Ya... I think so." I try to look around him but he keeps blocking my view.

"Oh, sweetie. No. You don't want Harry. He'll just bring you trouble..." He slips an arm around my waist and takes a lighter out of his pocket to light a joint someone rolled for him. "You should come back to my room with me."

I try to pull out from his grip but his arm is around me too tight.

"Listen here you little shit." I put my hands up to his chest and attempt to push him away but it doesn't do much.

"Just tell me where Harry is."

I'm getting really irritated and if Harry isn't here, I'd rather be on my way than stay another second in this hellhole.

"Woah, babe calm do-" he starts but is cut off by a voice from the end of the hallway.

"Get away from her, Andy." Harry growls.

Andy drops his hand from my waist and puts both of them in the air. "Hey man, I was just-"

"Come on, Carly." Harry walk over to me and takes me hand. "Let's get outta here."

I let him lead me out the door and I don't dare look back.

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