the deal ~ h.s. (au)

27. Dull

I close my eyes as we enter the enormous house Liam has. It's like a castle, but since it's filled with people, basically the whole UNI is here and some people I've never seen before, it looks very small and tight on the inside. The moment we walk in the house, we are hit with the horrible smell of cigars and alcohol. I take my phone out and text Luca, informing him that we've just walked into the house. I try to follow Jo, wriggling between the crowd, finding it incredibly hard to move in this over crowded house.

Somehow, we manage to reach the kitchen, which has two people in it, on my surprise. That's probably because most of the drinks is in the living room where's the heart of the party. Thank God for that. Jo starts pouring herself a drink and I do the same. I grab a bottle of vodka and mix it with Sprite, deciding that's the best way to start the night. Just after I take a sip of my drink, someone puts their hands on my shoulders, sending shivers down my whole body as I start freaking out.

I turn around and see Luca's face, thankful it isn't Harry. But, that's a bit impossible knowing how he doesn't want to be seen with a someone like me, "Wow, you look great!" I yell as my eyes travel up and down Luca's body, trying to make my voice a bit louder than the music, but failing. He's a vampire, a very sexy vampire may I add. It suits him. He bows as I give him a compliment, making me laugh.

"You look amazing!" he yells, "Who knew Velma could be so hot?" he adds and I can feel heat boil up in my cheeks, knowing I'll be pepper red right now if I wasn't wearing all this makeup that hides the redness pretty well I must say.

Luca and I talk a bit more, laughing and just discussing how small this castle feels. Jo left with a few of her other friends, leaving me with Luca and I'm thankful for that. Luca is a great company, making me have a good time without drinking, which I thought was the recipe for fun at parties. I've just finished my second cup of drink and it warmed me up a little, I must admit. Luca pours me another drink and I thank him, being to lazy to pour it myself. I don't know what I'm drinking right now, but it's very good.

We slowly start making our way out of the kitchen and I takes me some time to realise that we're heading towards the living room. I nervously fix my glasses as I pray to God in my head to stay calm if I see Harry.

"I want you to meet a few people," Luca says over the music and I nod with my head as we get closer and closer to the living room. But, right before we're about to enter it, I stop walking and grab Luca's arm, causing him to turn around, "Are you all right?" he asks and I nod again.

"Would you go with me outside?" I ask him and he nods as he takes my hand gently in his, the sweet and tender touch not making me feel anything but warmth of other person's skin on mine, which confuses me and saddens me in the same time.

We somehow manage to reach the front door after a long struggle of breaking through the crowd. Just as we open the front door, my breath gets stuck in my throat, making me forget how to breathe. My heart twists and sinks with nerves as it stops beating, unprepared for a situation like this; a situation I was hoping I'd avoid.

I remember when I was a little girl and climbed on the tree in our backyard back home in Brighton. I slipped and fell on my back; in that moment I forgot how to breathe and was very sure I was about to die. That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as his face bounces around inside my skull. 

He is smiling at something from his phone, but when he sees me, when his eyes meet mine, the laughter evaporates from his green eyes, the cold stare stabbing me right through my chest. Harry's face falls faster than a corpse in cement boots. In that moment his skin becomes greyed, his mouth hang with lips slightly parted and his eyes are as wide as they can stretch, seeing a reaction like this to me saddens me. His eyes are giving a glare that is freezing every bone in my body, making me feel like I'm nude in the middle of a hailstorm, where every chunk of ice is a frosted dagger, the sharpest sword cutting into my pale skin.