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Harry

The music was blaring, and I still have no idea why I agreed to come to this damn frat party. I felt my eyebrows scrunch up as I watched multiple couples grind on each other. I don't see that as love, it's pure lust and disgust.

My eyes roamed around before I finally found a familiar face. I took long strides over to my close friend, making sure not to nudge into anyone.

"Ah! Mate you made it." He exclaimed, putting his drink down. He matched my height, and whispered into my ear, "Listen, I know this isn't your scene, but you're gonna have fun. Trust me." 

I nodded, before walking off. I have no idea what to do here, or how I'm supposed to act. As I was walking around someone shoved a drink in my hand and yelled Chug! I threw the drink to the ground before walking off somewhere else.

"Harry, mate. Over here!" My head snapped over to the high pitched voice I knew all too well. Louis the asshole.

I walked slowly over to where he was, trying to keep my mouth shut. I told him I forgave him, I fucking lied. He took something I loved away from me, and I could never forgive him for all of the pain.

"I haven't seen you in forever! How have you been? You've been locked up in your damn house for so long, Niall went off to college." He said, taking a swig straight from a vodka bottle. I could smell the weed in the atmosphere as I sat across from him. 

"Well, I have a job at home, so I don't find the need to go out. It pays well too." I spoke, trying to tell Louis to fuck off and let me leave.

"Pays well? That's good I guess. I've been doing some jobs, but I usually just stay here and hang ya know?" You mean you live off of people.

"That's good." I grumbled, looking around as an awkward silence filled the air. I didn't want to be around him, and I honestly wanted to get up, but I knew I would have to pay for that sooner or later. Louis knows people, and I don't want to have any mutual friends with him.

"Hey babe." Louis said, making my eyes snap to where he was talking. Next to him was a beautiful brunette, with a frown etched in her face. She had these green blue eyes, with silver flakes surrounding the blue part. She was wearing no make up, which showed her beautiful flawless face.

"Harry, this is Isabella, my girlfriend." He said proudly, wrapping an arm around her waist. The simple gesture made my heart shatter to pieces, she was beautiful yet she was his.

"Just call me Bella." She smiled a little, reaching out her hand to shake mine. I returned the handshake, firmly grasping her hand. The little touch made my heart flutter.

I sound like a fucking girl.

"Isabella it is." I smirked a little, watching her eyes widen. She got up from her spot next to Louis, and sauntered away. I watched her closely as she greeted a girl next to the front door.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Louis admired his girlfriend who was standing by the door, laughing with a couple of other girls and guys.

My throat dried up as I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

I need a drink. 

( This is a little short, my apologies. I just wanted to get the story started and everything. The future chapters will be a lot longer than this, don't worry! Tell me what you guys think! Vote, comment, and enjoyyyy!)