Torn (harry styles)

27- Getting Ready

Harry's last comment made me feel somewhat sick, I know he sleeps with loads of girls but the manner he was just talking about it in was discusting. He doesn't need to be so frank about everything.

The dismissal bell goes signalling to us it's time to to home. Harry turns to me, and half smiles.

"Guess I'll see you Friday." He nods and walks out of the class.

Friday? Oh yeah, the party. Great...

I've got 2 days to decide whether or not to go, all my friends are going except Dexter, my boyfriend. But maybe it's a good thing to be more social. Perrie and Briah will be there, so will Niall Louis and Zayn.. And of course Evie and Harry.

Is Harry one of my friends? Sometimes I hate him, other times I'm laughing with him and sometimes even kissing him. What even is he to me? It's so complicated. I don't want to think about it, I already have a stomach ache the last thing I need is a brain ache too.

Once home I speak to my mum briefly and tell her about the party Friday and she says I'm welcome to go. I almost wanted her to say I couldn't go, so it would give me an excuse not to go. But that would be a weak escape and I may as well just get on with life.

Some nasty comments I heard that Harry said about me shouldn't stop me from going to group gatherings. Should it?

I take a hot water bottle and some pain killers to get with me and go straight to sleep.

The rest of the week flies by, Dexter comes over for dinner on Thursday night and meets my mum for the 3rd time. They get along better this time than they did before, they talked for the majority of the time about his sports season. I didn't know my mum knew a thing about sports? She probably doesn't, just going along with what my boyfriend was saying and pretending to be interested. That's what I do at least...

I also mentioned the party to Dexter, he said of course he wasn't invited and even if he was- he wouldn't go because of what Harry said about me. I felt a bit pathetic for me wanting to go but Dexter didn't seem judgemental at all. He just made the point that he wasn't going. But he said he didn't mind me going as long as I was careful and didn't kiss anyone. I laughed at the mere thought of it, as if. He said I could call him if I was unhappy there and he would come and meet me. He's so sweet, I feel bad for going to the party. I want him to ask me to spend the evening with him instead, but I guess I just need to stop digging for excuses and just go.. Face my fear.

Friday afternoon I get back from college and slump down on my bed, Evie is coming over at 6 and the party starts at 8:30 so we have plenty of time to get ready. It's 4:30 now so I think I'll go to sleep for an hour.

I set my alarm and drift off to sleep.

My alarm stirs me from my light nap, it wasn't much but I feel more rested. More ready for tonight. I lay in bed until 6, thinking about tonight. Thinking of Harry and history on Wednesday, the way we were laughing together. I felt almost bad on Dexter for having a good time with Harry but I know that's ridicules.

Evie knocked on my door at precisely 6:00. Perfect timing for perfect Evie...

"Skye!" She squealed, throwing her arms around my neck. I gulped and giggled.

"Alright alright I was with you like 3 hours ago," I laughed.

She came into my room and immediately started gossiping about who was hooking up with who tonight. Apparently Perrie has eyes for Zayn but rumour has it Niall thinks Perrie is hot. It's all just a constant hum for me and I only show minor interest in that kind of drivel.

"Oh yeah! Look what I have." Evie said tunefully. Pulling her bag up onto my bed and unzipping it.

"Ta-da!" She exclaimed, pulling out two bottles of the watermelon vodka I had before.