I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 10: Do you feel good, baby?

(A/N: The party scene somehow came out long as hell so I had to split it up in various chapters. Now, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!! 😈 ...literally)

We arrive at Harry's house, the party is already in full swing. The music playing can be heard blocks away. There's already a bunch of people here and cars lining up the street with teens spilling out of them ready to get fucked up. There's some people loitering in the front yard with red cups in their hand.

I've never been to Harry's house before so I'm pretty fucking gobsmacked with how huge it is.

"Harry your house is fucking amazing," I say gawking at the house.

"Wait until you see the inside," he gloated. He got out of the car and came to my side to help me out.

"Wait Harry," I said stopping him from walking towards the house.

"What's the matter, princess?" He said walking back to me.

"I'm just really nervous, this is my first party."

"Don't worry, you're gonna have fun," he said taking my hand in his and started walking towards the front door.

"Okay," I said smiling, "oh and can you put my phone in your pocket, please? I don't have pockets and I don't want to carry my purse around all night so can I put it in your room?"

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"Oi, Harry!" We hear someone calling from the distance. We both turn to see that it's Niall jogging toward us.

"What's up Niall?" Harry said to the blonde.

"It was a great idea throwing this party! It's so good for our business! I've already made 10 sales!" Niall says with excitement.

"Niall," Harry said with anger lacing his voice, "would you kindly shut the fuck up and take Louis's bag up to my room," Harry said taking my bag off of my shoulder and chucking it at Niall making Niall stagger back catching my purse.

"Uh y-yeah, sorry s-sir," Niall stutters stumbling over his feet quickly walking into the house.

"What was that all about?" I ask.

"Nothing your cute little mind needs to worry about. Now let's go get fucked up," he says while pulling me towards the house.

The people outside are looking at us as we walk by them. It doesn't seem to bother Harry. People have literally been greeting him the second he stepped out of his car. He's probably used to it but I'm not, I hate when people look at me so I cower more into Harry's side trying to hide myself.

"And if you do something embarrassing you might not even remember it tomorrow," he said letting go of my hand to open the door.

As the door swung open I was hit with a gust of loud music and air that smelled of alcohol and smoke. Everything after that felt like a movie. Harry wrapped his arm around my shoulders/neck pulling me close to him as we stepped into the house. It was like we were moving in slow motion. The crowd started to part when they saw us walk in. A lot of people are saying hi to Harry as we walk pass them and so many people were gawking at us like we were celebrities. Well I guess Harry is kind of a celebrity around here and I'm just the boy on his arm. Kind of like arm candy when I think about it.

As we walk through the crowd I see a bunch of people dancing and grinding on each. There's also several people making out. Boys and girls, girls and girls, boys and boys. You name it, I see it. In the corner there's a game of beer pong being played and in another corner people are taking shots off of each other's bodies.

We walk into the kitchen and there's a couple of people in here either getting a drink or a snack. The counters literally have every inch of space covered with various types of alcohol and snacks.