You & I || h.s (ON HOLD FOR EXTREME EDITING)

Chapter Two

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Previously on You & I...

Right after Trey's dare to take off his shirt--which I thank Sam for because he is built and tanned--I catch him face in my direction in the corner of my eye. Oh, Lord. "Hey, Liv," I innocently look up from my phone and raise my brow. "Truth or dare?"

I was about to respond when a deep and raspy voice interrupted me. "Dare."

I turned around in my chair and saw the boy from earlier, drinking out of his cup with a smug smirk on his face.
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A chorus of greeting and welcoming surrounded me, but I paid no attention. I only paid attention to the boy in front of me. His eyes weren't focused on me anymore but of the group I've come to know to be my new friends. His eyes glistened with a mix of boredom and amusement. He wore a half buttoned white plaid, showing off his tanned chest and tattoos, black skinny jeans, and the same boots. He had the same Ray-Ban's from before, tucked into his jean pocket, and a few necklaces hanged from his neck.

I noticed he had tattoos of two swallows on his chest. I have a tattoo like that too, but it's of a raven, imprinted onto my back. The design had a simple raven with an outline of a tree combined with it. The ink represents letting go of all of my worries, and it helps find myself within my darkest moments. I had gotten the tattoo two years ago, when I was of legal age. As soon as I was 18, I had saved up enough money to be able to get the tattoo. I've been planning on this tattoo since I was a sophomore in high school. During my sophomore year, my family had... Vanished. Completely gone. There was no trace of them, it was almost like they had disappeared right off the face of the Earth. And with this simple tattoo, it was almost like it could get me through anything. Even if it were just a shitty tattoo.

I was so lost in thought I didn't notice that the boy had stepped closer to me. I look up at him, having to crane my neck because of his height. But all he did was wink and sat down across from me on the couch next to Zayn and Louis. I roll my eyes, not even caring if he saw, and turned in my seat, facing the group.

A couple minutes later, Sam, being her drunk self, finally realized curly had joined the group. "Harry, hey! Wha-Where you been, dude?" She slurs. So his name is Harry...

He shrugs. "Traffic."

"O-Okay," she hiccups. Oh Jesus, Sam.

I shake my head in shame and sneak a glimpse at Harry, but apparently it wasn't sneaky enough because he glances over in my direction, the same smirk printed on his face. I play it cool and raise my brow, pointing at Sam. I mouth, 'Is she always like this?' His smirk widens into a grin, dimples showing off as he nods. I can't help but smile back.

Trey stands and rubs his hands together. "Alrighty, enough of truth or dare. It's a gay game anyway," everyone chuckles. "How about beer pong?" He yells. The group agrees with beer pong so we set up the table and cups.

"Harry, you comin'?" Niall asks.

I turn around and watch Harry as he stands from the couch. "Sure," he shrugs.

He notices me staring and begins walking in my direction. A cold shiver runs down my spine when he's only a few feet away until he stops. We're basically inches away now, chests barely touching. Why is he so close? What's going on in that mind of his? He stares deep into my eyes. It's almost like he's looking into my soul and reading all of my deepest and darkest secrets.

We continue to stare at each other until Eleanor calls for me. I turn to see her beckoning me to play a round with her and Louis. I nod, giving her an "I'll be right there" look. I turn back to face Harry, but he's already gone to play with Niall. He's a strange one, I'll give him that. So quiet, mysterious, and different. I shake my head to rid any thoughts of curly and begin walking toward Louis and Eleanor.
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