Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 11- A ruined night

HEY GUYSSS sorry I didn't update on Monday! I had 2 essays to finish and an exam to study for :/ But i did update now :D and i'm excited for the next few chapters to come! Hope you all like it! -zahra

Chapter 11: Dilara's POV

      I wondered how in the world Justin even knew about this party, he never came off to me as the party type of guy, but then again I didn’t exactly ever talk to him to get to know him. My body tenses as I lift up the lavender cloth to reach for my bag. All I notice is another white purse, but there aren’t any other bags. That’s strange. I get back up; maybe it wasn’t this table that I had put my purse under? No, it was this one because it was right by the entrance. Okay, so what am I supposed to do? I think to myself for a second and notice that this may turn into a huge problem, well for me at least. Shit this was not what I was expecting. I start panicking and double check under the other tables near the front entrance. No sign of my purse.

     Everyone’s just dancing casually and having a good time, while I’m stuck here trying to find my purse. The fact that those damn guys had to show up out of nowhere is the absolute worst part.

    I give up looking after a few minutes to look for Jasmine. Maybe she could help me find it. I search for my only friend in the surrounding, but I cant seem to find her either. “Ugh.” I mutter to myself. My phone, my clothes, everything was in there! What the hell am I supposed to do?! Should I go hide in the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to be exposed the few males that were here? I debate on that idea, but instead of that, maybe I’ll just go to a corner in a table and wait to see if Jasmine came in sight.

     No one was sitting at this table and that’s exactly what I was hoping for, a secluded table. On my way there I grab a few chocolate strawberries and wait till Jasmine came in sight. While I’m doing so a blonde-haired girl around my age walks up to the snack table. I’m about to leave, but she says something.

     “Hey, I’m Ashley,” she informs me with a huge smile. She was quite pretty with really grey eyes and a silky peach colored dress that was short from the front, but long from the back and held onto her tall self.Although she was great height, she was still wearing about 5-inch heels. I was short myself, but could never wear such high shoes, it's just so uncomfortable.

      “Hi, uh- I’m Dilara.” I reply back a little awkwardly. I was just hoping to get back to the table to hide myself from the male guests, but thankfully she was just a girl around my age.

     “You having a good time? I know I am! This party is crazy, and I’m so glad Amy let the guys come, or else my boyfriend wouldn’t have been here. It’s always better when they’re here, it just makes a party, more of a party,” she winks at me and takes one of the vanilla covered strawberries. So this guest also knew about guys coming. Was I the only one that didn’t know about this? Why did Jasmine even invite me if there were already so many people?

     “Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” I tell her, not wanting to say the opposite of how the guys practically ruined the party for me.

     Someone, I'm guessing her boyfriend waves to her and she looks at him and smiles back then looks back at me. "Well, I’ll see you aroundn nice meeting ya!!” Ashley says and heads over to the dance floor while eating her strawberry. I laugh at her choice of dancing while she was eating, but then I leave to the go to the corner table.

    Most of the people were dancing the night away in the loud techno music, both girls and guys. I get nervous feelings of just feeling so out of place right now. I’ve never felt this weird before. C’mon Dilara its okay, I think to myself. Jasmine will be back and I’ll just ask her if she took the bags elsewhere, maybe in a room to keep them safe? But then again she would have told me.