Glasses (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1: Stay

This isn't good. How did I end up in this situation? I should be at home right now, watching T.V. while eating ice cream like most people do after a horrible breakup. But here I am, stuck in the passenger seat of my best friend's car, about to get killed by a party. Going to a party is the last thing I want to do right now, but Caitlin didn't seem to understand that.

"Don't give me that look, Amber," she said, not bothering to turn her head away from the road.

"Why did you have to go with me anyway? You could obviously go by yourself," I whined, completely enraged.

"Calm down. I don't want you burning down my car," she teased. My eyes rolled automatically in a rude way. She glanced at me for a second and looked back at the road. "You've been stuck in your room for three days because of that stupid Dave. You need a new boyfriend, and I'm just simply helping you find one."

A new boyfriend?  Is she serious? I don't believe three days was enough for a girl to fully recover from a heartbreak. I think even three months isn't enough. She sure is acting weird.

"Now, where's that street?" She wondered aloud and pulled over the car on the side of the road.

"You don't even know where we're going?!" I exclaimed frustratingly.

"I know the way. Hold your horses." She killed the engine and pulled out a paper from her new blue leather purse and observed it quite intensely.

"Well?"

"I think it's a few more blocks away." She sounded unsure, but what can I do? It's already past six and it's getting dark. There's no way I could run all the way back home now. Yes. Running back on my feet was one of my options. "Their family just moved in here this week." I raised an eyebrow. "The people who threw the party, I mean."

I sighed as she turned the engine on again and continued driving further.  Leaning on the window, I noticed that the surroundings are strangely getting familiar. I thought that maybe it was just a coincidence, but my thought was proved wrong when Caitlin's high pitched voice reached my ears.

"We're here!" She squealed and quickly hopped off the car.

My eyes widened as I got out the door. No. She's got to be kidding me. "Take me home," I said.

An eyebrow went up. "Why? We just--"

"Just fucking take me home!" I shouted, completely furious. I wasn't shocked by my outburst, but Caitlin sure is. She still hasn't seen me get angry before.

She took one step back, completely taken aback. She cleared her throat and asked again, this time, more calmly. "But, why?"

"I'm not going with your bullshit, Caitlin. Don't tell me you don't know that this is--"

"Excuse me?" I turned around to see a simply stunning girl right in front of me. "Are you here for the party?" She smiled.

"Um, no. Actually--"

"Yeah, we heard you're the guys that moved in, right?"

"Yeah," the girl replied shyly. "But we just moved in together with the Smith's."

Oh. So she wasn't lying.

"You guys are related?"

"Kinda. My mom and Garry Smith are engaged, and they're planning to have their wedding here, in London."

This was surely Dave's house. Garry is Dave's father. I never knew what kind of person he is. I only saw him in the Principal's room that day when Dave got beaten up by a couple of boys in the gym. Dave looked so ashamed in front of him. I guess his father didn't know what kind of a boy Dave really is. But who knows?