Her Highness h.s

Chapter 8 (Party night)

After my really long day, I take steps to my -looking so seductive -car. I glancr at my clock, checking how Jess should be here, already. I lean my back firmly on my car, crossing my arms and closing my eyes. I'm feeling really tired, and a little resting won't cause any harm.

"Waiting for someone?" A deep, raspy voice asks me, making me flutter my eyes wide open.

I look up to find that the voice is coming from Harry. He's way taller than me, which makes him somewhat intimidating.

It's just my luck that he has parked his black car right next to my white one.

"Yes actually, I'm waiting for Jess" I answer without making an eye contact with him,

"Sorry darling, she's coming with me" he states, making me fix narrow eyes at him.

"What? She didn't say anything to me. And don't you ever call me darling. I know, that you're from England and shit, but we here, in America, don't call people who hates us darlings," I'm so annoyed by him and my best friend's behaviour. I've been wasting all this time waiting for nothing.

"So, you hate me?" He grins, looking at me intensely.

"I never said that" I choke out and sigh heavily. - I actually did.

Before he can open his big mouth, I open my car door, jumping in and starting my car. I pull out from the parking lot as fast as I can.

I must have looked so stupid running away like that. I get nervous and my words get all tangled up around him. I'm not sure why, maybe, because he's british. Yes, it must be it, he's a foreigner, who is good with words.

A british motherfucker, that's what he is.

As soon as I see familiar white house, I park my car in front of it.

I go to our house and call for Mary. I quickly explain that I'm going to sleep over at Caroline's place. She's a friend of mine, more like a partyfriend. I can't tell her much of my personal stuff because she doesn't know when to shut up. But, hey when did I even tell people my stuff, anyway.

"I don't know,sweetie" Mary rubs her temples, sinking in my pleading.

"But, I don't get to do anything normal. Just this time, Please?"

After my obnoxious whining she finally gives in. She is strict sometimes but she can't say no to my puppy face.

I pack my tight and short black dress and silver high heels and leave home.

I knock on Caroline's door and she opens it and greets me with a warm hug. I already told her about the party, even though she doesn't go to my school, she wants to come with me.

It's 9 p.m and we start to do our makeup and change. I put my black dress on with my silver high heels. The dress gives nice shape to my curves.

I straighten my hair and put it on a ponytail.

" Damn, no wonder every guy in your school wants to fuck you" she says to me with widen eyes.

"Haha, really funny. But, you don't look bad either" I wink at her and smile.

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As we arrive to the party, people are already wasted. I scowl at them, pushing them away from my way.

Zayn is standing at the front door and whistles at me. I ignore his flirtatous mood and go inside with Caroline.

"Jess should be here somehere, too" I announce, receiving a nod from her.

I look around for Jess, but all I see is Harry standing next to the DJ and talking with couple of girls. The girls are hyper and flirt with him. They both are blond and I decided that they are also, stupid.

"Drink?" I turn around, taking my attention away from Harry. Zayn is holding two blue cups of beer, in his bare hands.

"Not now, Zayn" I answer him. I don't want to repeat what happened in the previous party. He tried to kiss me but I managed to push him away, before he could. He doesn't seem to get it, does he? I want nothing to do with him.

"Why not, your friend left you, you're alone, plus one drink won't harm you."

He's actually right, Carol-friking-line left me alone.

"Okay, just one." I hold my forefinger up just to make sure, he understand

what I'm saying. I take the drink from him, curling my fingers around the cup, careful not to spill it.

He smiles, like he is up to something, flashing his perfectly white teeth. He had the looks indeed, but he can also be a pain in the ass, and I don't do pain.

Finishing the crispy drink, I start to feel a little dizzy. My head starts to spin, my fingers move to my temples. What the hell? This has something to do with the drink. Zayn must've put something in it, in order to make me feel so weak and already like I was drunk. Also, one drink hasn't the ability of doing that.

He approaches me and I back down untill my back hits the cold wall. He places his both hands next to my head and looks at me, his brown eyes getting darker, filled with lust. He moves his left hand to my hip and squeezes it lightly. I feel obnoxious but I can't move. It's like, I want to scream and push him away, but I can't, my body won't obey my brains!

"Did I tell you that you look smoking hot in this dress?" He breathes on my neck,"But you would look so much better without it" He bits his bottom lip and examines my body, from my head to toe.

He moves his left hand to my thighs and runs his hands slowly up. I'm freaking out, I can't move and he's going to do something to me. I look around for help but everybody is either wasted or busy doing the same stuff that Zayn does to me. Why did I even come here.- This is my own fucking fault.

Just as he is about to reach my underwear, something interrupts him, and he takes his attention away from me, for a second.

"Lilly!" I don't see clearly but I can tell who it is just by his deep voice.

It's Harry.

"I-" I try to speak but I fail terribly. I'm screaming inside of my head.

I never thought, I would be glad to see him.

"Hey, back down, she's drunk and you're taking advantage of her, Harry utters to Zayn, taking a hold of his collar.

"She's not drunk, she just enjoys me grinding on her so much. You can wait for your turn," Zayn grins micheviously and winks at Harry.

"Seriously dude, let her go." Zayn pulls away from me and looks at Harry.

He pushes Harry with two hands. "What you gonna do to stop me, huh?"

After that I see Harry pushing Zayn againts the wall, his fist meeting Zayn's jaw. They start to punch each other and I can't seem to figure out which one of them is winning. The liqour I drank is confusing my thoughts. My knees start to shake, I fall down crashing my knees to the floor and....

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