Sophia's P.O.V.
"I want to look older, Alice, not like a slut.", I groaned as she added another brush of eyeshadow. "Psht, you're going to look awesome.", she retaliated casually, "Now open your eyes."
Doing as she told me, I opened them slowly; literally gobsmacked at my sight. I thought it was me that was staring back with wide eyes, but I wouldn't have bet on it. I usually wasn't the person to compliment theirself, but right now, I had to admit; I looked pretty good. My eyeshadow was dark grey and black, my eyelashes looking longer than ever; my cheeks blushed nicely and my lips sparkling with lipgloss. "Oh my fucking God, Alice!", I squealed, jumping up from my seat and flinging my arms around her. "It's not done yet, silly. Go put on your outfit and I'll do your hair."
Winking, my friend plugged the curling iron in. Giggling, I grabbed the previously selected outfit and pulled it on. Firstly my dark blue skinny jeans, followed by the strapless black, babydoll top I'd gotten not too long ago. Slipping in my black ankle boots, I struggled to stand straight; the high heels affecting my ability to keep my balance.
"Sorry, have you seen my best friend?" Alice's voice from behind snapped me back to reality from my trance as I had looked in the mirror; in awe at my reflection. Letting out a huge laugh, I just waved it off, "She's transformed into a hooker." Rolling her eyes, she just patted the seat in front of her. "Shut up, you look gorgeus. Sit and I'll do your hair.", she said, pulling the hem of her black, bodycon skirt lower and the neckline of her floral top higher; her blonde hair straightened.
The curling didn't take as long as I thought it would; the auburn waves flowing down my shoulders and back loosely. Smiling, I couldn't take my eyes off myself in the mirror as I sprayed some perfume on my neck and wrists. And I hoped to God that Harry wouldn't either.
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We giggled as we stumbled out of the door; bottles of wine in hand. "So where is this place?" Alice slurred slightly, linking her arm with mine as she shuddered into the cool night air.
"Hmm, I think it's about 10 minutes... that way.", I pointed, as I got my bearings. I checked my phone as we neared the final turning into Richmond Avenue; 11.03 pm. I wasn't entirely sure what time you were meant to turn upto these things, but I could hear a steady thud of the bassline pumping down the road, and a drone of chatter and laughter as we approached.
I grabbed Alice as we paused, a couple of houses from our destination.
"Ready?" I grinned.
She took a large swig from her bottle of wine and ran her fingers through her hair. "Ready." she beamed back, pulling my wrist as we reached the gate. The garden was heaving with people drinking, smoking, talking and laughing, and the music drummed through my entire body as we walked up the steps to the open door; no one even batting an eyelid at us as we casually made our way into the house. "Do I know you?" A deep voice slurred as a tall figure emerged from the kitchen.
"Erm, I think I'm in one of your lectures..." I lied, smiling at the boy who was now squinting at me as he tried to focus his gaze.
"Oh, well drinks and glasses are in the kitchen. Go get fucked!" he laughed, traipsing off outside with a cigarette in hand.
I glanced back at Alice and smirked, pulling her with me to the direction of the kitchen.
I searced my eyes around the room and out into the back garden as I quickly scanned for any sign of Harry; no such luck.
We grabbed a couple of glasses from the side and filled them with the remainder of our wine, making sure we would be suitably tipsy for the night ahead. After all, things could get awkward...
