Cracked (Harry Styles Fanfic)

7.

"This house is beautiful." I said as Harry pulled up to a huge white house, that I swear could have been mistaken for the white house. It was the biggest house I had ever seen. 

"I know! Wait 'till you get inside, it's amazing." He agreed as he parked in the back and jumped out and opened my door. "Thank you." I said as he shut the door. Harry had told me it wasn't a fancy dress up party so I had decided to just wear black jeans and a plain black shirt that fit tightly to my body and a, once again, black jacket. Black was my signature color you could say.

Harry's eyes scanned the room as we entered the house and I wrapped my arm around his waist, "You okay?" I asked him. His eyes stopped moving and he turned to look at me, "Just looking for my friend." He smiled. "Nervous to see 'em? You look absolutely terrified." I told him as he took his bottom lip in his teeth. "A little, I haven't seen him in a while. It's actually.. really shocking he invited me." 

I just stared at Harry not knowing what to say. "Yeah." I finally said. Who was his friend anyways? The richest man in the world? "I uh, I have to go find him. Could you get us some drinks?" Harry asked as he pulled away from me. "Oh yeah no problem." I told him and he walked off. I searched around for the drink table and quickly went over to it.

"Hey, you're... Astrid right?" A blonde girl wearing a tight black outfit, similar to mine asked. "Yeah I am." I said. "I love your outfit by the way, we're twins." I added while motioning to her all black clothing and blonde hair. She smiled and took a swig of her drink, "It's my uniform actually. Safety." She smiled as she patted her chest. "You're wearing a bullet proof vest to a party?" I asked her. "Got to do your job." She laughed. I faked a smile to hide how awkward this was.

Everything about this place was weird, so far.

 "So.." She said as she took another swig of her drink. "So.. Do you know who owns this place?" I asked her as I looked around the large room. I guess it was the living room, but it looked to have been changed into a party room for today. The bright white walls and extremely bright lighting made it hard for me to look up for long. 

"Yep I know him." She replied, taking a look around the room. "He's not here right now. I think he went out to get some stuff" She told me. I turned and scanned the room for Harry, wasn't he supposed to be talking to him?

"Your friend is fine, he's talking with someone else." She reassured me as she nodded towards doors at the end of the room. "How'd you know he went in there?" I asked her. Not even I had seen him walk through those doors, there were just too many people here. Probably 200 plus. 

"I saw the doors come open." She smiled. "No one can miss his thick brown hair." She winked, taking a sip of her drink. I faked a laugh, hoping she wouldn't notice I was uncomfortable.

"I know I'm not funny, sorry." She said, setting her drink down on the table and walking off. She turned back around and looked at me, "You better get you and Harry the drinks now, he's coming, oh and tell Harry that Lyssa said Hi." She smirked as her black high heels clicked away from me. I filled two glasses and looked around for Harry.

The doors came open and I saw Harry's hair above everyone else. I smiled and headed towards him, dodging everyone as they moved and danced around. "Sorry it took so long." Harry apologized as he took a drink from me. "No don't worry about it, I had company." I assured him. 

His eyes looked wild, and darker than they usually did. "You okay?" I asked Harry for the second time of the night. "Astrid.. I promise I'm okay. Don't worry love." He said and bent down to kiss my cheek. I giggled and took a drink to keep from having to say something. "Who'd you talk to by the way?" Harry asked.

"Oh! Her name is Lyssa, she also told me to tell you she said hi." I told him, his eyes went blank and his face turned pale. He wrapped his arm around my waist tightly and pulled me closer to his side. "A little tight." I gasped. "Sorry." He apologized, but his grip didn't loosen.