Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 1: Lonely Heart

Hello, I'm Lizzy, and I love you <3

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"The one that I came with, she had to go. But you look amazing, standing alone..."

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Chapter 1

The party was in full swing around me, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Even though the alcohol and the good times seemed to be flowing, I couldn’t bring myself to be interested. Even though I’d dressed up for a great night, I’d instead decided to be a wallflower. How ironic.

In my tight black dress and five inch heels, I was definitely stunning. My waist length blonde hair was in waves down my back, and my makeup was impeccable. I looked fantastic. My sister had told me, and the lingering glances the guys gave me was enough evidence. But even though I was well dressed and hot, something made me feel invisible. I felt like even though I wasn’t fully there, the party would still continue. And that just made it ten times worse.

I wasn’t alone, of course. Next to me, a couple was intensely making out and groping each other, and on the other side was a group of catty freshman gossiping about everyone in the vicinity. I’d feigned deafness when they invited me to their gabfest. But I’d arrived to the party with none other than my infamous twin sister, Avery. We’d come in the door, ready to conquer the night, when she had told me she was going to fetch drinks. She’d told me to wait right here and that she’d be back in a jiff. But she wasn’t. It’d been three hours, and I hadn’t caught a glimpse of her since.

In irritation I pulled my phone out of my bag and checked it for the fiftieth time. Despite my countless texts, there was still nothing from Avery. I rolled my eyes and pressed the call button on her contact. Unsurprisingly, it went straight to voicemail. Typical Avery. I huffed in annoyance and typed out one last text to her.

I’m not sitting around and waiting for you anymore.

I’m done. I’m headed home, and don’t expect

me to cover your butt to Dad.

 

It was harsh, but I pressed send anyways. It was stupid Avery’s fault that I’d come out anyway. She’d been trying to convince me to come to this party since Monday, and now it was Friday. I’d finally gave in, deciding to try it out one last time. But it just brought back everything I hated about it all. The awkwardness, the drunken people, the annoying displays of PDA… Yet again, I vowed never to do it again.

I slipped out the door of the giant four story beach house behind me and started walking down towards the water line. Three guys from my history class ran past me, whooping and shouting as they drank their beers. I had to roll my eyes. High school boys were so trivial. The cool LA night was pitch black, and the ocean was a looming darkness. High tide was coming soon, I could tell.

Gratefully, I stepped out of my heels. They were, hands down, the cutest ones I owned, but God they were killer. My feet were numb from the pain of standing all night. I could only imagine how they’d feel if I walked in them home.

Slowly, the sounds of the party began to fade. I sighed in relief as the darkness settled around me. I was walking just barely on the edge of the water line. I knew all it would take was one particularly strong wave to knock me off of my feet and sweep me out to sea, so I vowed to be careful.