Forgotten (Harry Styles fan-fiction)

Chapter 8

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As I looked in the mirror, I stared at the reflection back. The thought of going to a party again made my stomach turn. Unpleasant memories came flooding back into my mind, but i pushed them into the back of my mind. I will not let my past experiences ruin a perfectly good night. I will meet new people, that do not smoke pot and drink excessively, and I can have a good time without not remembering how I got home. 

My hair was down, and my golden locks were in loose and bouncy curls that landed just below my shoulders. My make-up was small and minimal, trying to keep it at a natural but pretty look. This was a look that I was not familiar with. I usually have eyeliner on so thick that you could barely see my eyes in between the thick lines but today i wanted to try a new look to see how much attention I get for looking 'classy.' I straightened out the bottom of my little black dress and pulled it down so that I didn't sport my usual look. The shortness of my dress will surely turn heads when I walk into the room. It was unusual for me to go to a party without my bum  hanging out, but thats the way i rocked the parties. Everyone would cheer and roar whenever I walked into a room and shots would be lined up ready for me. 

I grabbed my mascara and lip gloss off my make-up dresser and placed them in my bag. I also grabbed my eyeliner just in case things go extra well. I grabbed my phone out of my bag that I had worn earlier and checked the time. The screen read 7:09. Not long now. My palms started to sweat and my breathing started to get heavier. I don't know what is about Harry but he makes me slightly nervous. The fact that i was going out without my mask on made me especially nervous. I felt out of my comfort zone. 

I sat on the edge on my bed and flipped on my phone. I pulled up my instagram and started browsing at the photos. The kiss that had happened earlier gave me a feeling in my stomach that u have never felt before. The electricity that I felt throughout my body was incredible. It was as if I was at the top of a roller coaster about to fall. I was then abruptly brought out of my trance by a whining voice.

"Baylee?" I heard Elizabeth call. God her voice is annoying.

"Baylee!" She repeated.

"I'm coming! Keep your fucking pants on! Jeez." I screamed back at the annoying women downstairs. I grabbed my clutch in my one hand and then my shoes in the other. I don't want to fall down the stairs and be stuck in for weeks from a stupid injury from this stupid fucking house. I walked out of the room and down the spiralling stairs. 

"Wow, Baylee you look um nice." Elizabeth complimented. 

"Yeah cool." I brushed off. A small cough came from the passage way in front of the doorway. I turned toward the door and a bewildered man stood there with his mouth slightly open. It was Harry. His eyes scanned my body and widened as the regained my eyes. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks but i am unsure whether he will be able to see my embarrassment through my powder. 

"You look...um...amazing!" He blurted out. His nervousness was noticeable throughout his tone, but it was quite funny. 

I turned to Elizabeth who was looking at Harry with glassy eyes. "Can I help you?" She turned to me and cleared her throat quickly.

"You look very nice hunny, are you going out?" What the fuck? Does it look like I am about to jump into bed or something. 

"Really? What does it look like I'm doing? I'll be back tomorrow, don't wait up!" I calmly said whilst grabbing Harry's perfectly sculpted arm and leading him out of the door. 

"Be back by 12 please!" She shouted after me whilst i got into Harry's comfortable car. 

"Not likely!" I screamed back, laughing slightly.