Crazy | {h.s}

Grunge Party; Greedy Slut

"So, basically," Harry throws a pillow on the couch and pushes magazines under it, "There's going to be a lot of people here and they're all really weird, don't talk to them."

I help him clean up by folding blankets and picking up clothes.

"Just stay by me."

"Okey-doke. I wasn't really planning on being away from you anyway, I don't like talking to new people, you know that."

Harry stuffs more things under his couch and in drawers, his version of cleaning as he says, "Well that's good in this case. If any of them approach you, pretend you don't speak English."

"Really?! It's that drastic?"

He smiles and nods his head.

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Fuck.

I didn't know it was possible for there to be so much grunge in one place at a time.

After most of Harry's guests arrive, I'm overwhelmed with all the leather and ripped jeans and long hair and bro-tanks.

I've always known Harry was quite punk-y and likes that kind of stuff, but Harry is also very soft and fluffy and cuddling, so this is shocking.

He can go 50% one way and 50% another.

Today he chose to be quite grungy, leaving just me and Charlie as the only soft looking people.

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Harry picks out three more pieces of asparagus, throwing them across the room and groaning, "You're ruining it. You're ruining the food for your own selfish wishes, you greedy slut."

One of his friends named Louis (grey tee, black skinny jeans, black converse, even a fucking headband holding back his hair) growls, "Stop fucking touching the food, Harold."

"No one is going to eat this if there is asparagus in it. You're ruining it for the rest of us. Don't waste perfectly good food just because you want to eat healthy, Louis. Don't force your vegan beliefs on me."

"Get your cummy fingers off my asparagus!"

I giggle quite creepily, watching their encounter from behind Harry.

He gasps dramatically, "Cummy? I'll have you know, I cum in a sock, then wash my hands afterwards, so they are most certainly not cummy, take a seat."

I sneak up behind Harry and cover his mouth with my hand, whispering in his ear, "Shhh. Stop talking. Asparagus is nice."

And he flushes, giggles, then says reluctantly, "Fine."

A new guest bursts through the door, carrying a bottle of wine and his shirt in his hand. A woman and two children walking in behind him.

"Zaynie!" Louis squeals, rushing over to him to give him a hug.

Harry murmurs to me, "Quick, get rid off all the asparagus while I distract him." Then puts on a smile and walks over to 'Zanie' as well.

I ignore Harry's commands of changing the perfectly good food, but before I can follow after him to introduce myself to 'Zanie' (dark grey pants, no t-shirt on, tattoos, spiky hair) a hand pulls me to a stop.

I spin around, my hair flying everywhere and probably an absolute mess on my head, and am met with a nice brunette boy, looking significantly less intimidating than the rest of Harry's guests.

"Hi, I'm Liam." (white tee, black jeans, purple socks, stubble, soft face) "I didn't get to introduce myself earlier when I walked in. What's you're name?"