When I Come Around

Chapter 3

"He isn't really my type," I said, shrugging.

"Harry Styles isn't your type? You are crazy, so many girls swoon at his presence," my friend, Riley, said, taking a sip of her beer. I laughed.

"I'm not one of those girls," I said, smiling.

"I would date him just to go down in history as his girlfriend. But no, he's 'not your type'," my other friend, Taylor, said, mocking my words.

"Andy and I are doing good so far, I'm not desperate for other dates," I said, smiling as I listened to them. We sat around a bonfire, talking with some other people. I glanced down at my phone as I heard it buzzing, seeing a text from Eleanor.

'Going out with Louis tonight, probably won't be home until later' she sent. I smiled, sending her a winking face. I had known Eleanor for two years, and she never had a true boyfriend. I may have set her up on plenty of dates, but none of them worked out. To say the least, I was extremely happy for her and Louis. I thought they were a great couple, but I still loved teasing them about it.

Andrew came back with a few of his buddies, sitting around the fire with us. Andrew saw beside me, his arm laying across my shoulders. I leaned into him, smiling softly. He was the toughest guy on campus, and every girl dreamed to be Andy's girl. I just so happened to accomplish my dream, and I couldn't be more proud when he kissed me or held my hand. He smelled like alcohol, and I could tell he must have been drinking with his friends. The bass and drums could be heard from inside the frat house, and I felt content as we sat in the backyard with my group of friends.

"I'll go get us some more drinks," Andrew said as everyone finished our beers. He stood, heading inside. After a few minutes, I grew tired and just wanted to head back to my apartment. When I went into the kitchen, I was taken aback when I saw Andrew getting some drinks from the fridge.

"I think I am going to head home," I told Andy, leaning over the fridge door as I spoke to him.

"Can you stay for a little longer? I wanted you to come to my apartment," he said.

"I'm exhausted, I want to go," I said, looking towards him.

"Can I come by to your apartment then?" Andy asked, and I nodded. We shared a quick kiss before I left. My apartment complex was only around the block, so I wasn't worried the least bit.

As I entered my apartment, I quietly went to my bedroom, changing and laying down. I knew it would be a while until Andrew came back to my apartment. If he could, he would party 24/7. Sometimes, I didn't approve of it but I couldn't tell him what to and what not to do. If he enjoys it, I let him.