1986 [harry styles au]

IV. CHAMPAGNE

CHAPTER IV. CHAMPAGNE
A cab arrived outside Lana's home at 9pm. Her parents warned us to be safe and careful as we  stepped in our high heels to the front door. I felt a wave of anticipation wash over me as we climbed into the cab's back seats. The streetlights looked so bright in the dark night as the car drove, flying past us like UFOs.

Lana reapplied her red lipstick with a compact mirror when we were nearby.

When the cab eventually stopped, I couldn't believe what I was seeing from the window. Harry's home was enormous, and it looked so grand. White marble columns decorated the whole outside space and the front door alone was twice the size of any person. When we escaped the cab and entered his front garden, the windows were so much brighter, and silhouettes of moving people could be distinguished from behind the curtains. David Bowie's Let's Dance was clearly heard from the home's interior when we had reached the front door. Lana didn't hesitate as she took the door's handle and swung it open, the audacity of the place finally hit us as we stepped inside.

Lana linked her arm inside of mine and began to guide me through the busy hallway. But my eyes couldn't look away from the beautiful décor surrounding me. There was a grand marble staircase in the centre of the space, to the right of the hallway was the dining table and to the left was the living space; with a huge television on the wall and leather sofas. The music boomed louder than ever as I noticed Dua and Kendrick come into view from the huge crowd of drunk teenagers. Dua immediately threw her arms around my shoulders when she saw me, squeezing me tightly, and Kendrick sent a friendly wave my way.

'Come get a drink.' Dua whispered into my ear, linking my other arm and guiding me past the dining table into the kitchen. The kitchen was black marble and everything looked so shiny. There was a huge opening between the dining room and kitchen, it was all one space, and I liked that. Dua let go of my arm to open the cupboard door, retrieving a bottle of vodka plus a red paper cup and filling it halfway. 'You like Pepsi?'

'Yeah.' I smiled. She grabbed a bottle of Pepsi from the enormous fridge and filled the rest of the cup. The cup was passed to me within seconds.

'Try it.' I did so. 'Is it good?'

'Yes, very. Thanks, Dua.' The warmth of the vodka contrasted with the coldness of the Pepsi in a very strange but good way.

'Let's go catch up with Lana and Kendrick again.' She linked her arm within mine again and led me through the crowd as I carried on sipping the drink.

Sure enough, Kendrick and Lana were where we last saw them; but now, they were joined by Kian. Kian's eyes widened as soon as he saw me, his lips drawing into a deep smile.

'You look great, Adriana.' He said, and I blushed slightly.

'You don't look too bad yourself.' I nudged his arm with my hand.

Lana stepped over to me, holding a red cup of her own. 'Let's dance.'

We began to dance, though I was mostly just swaying my hips. My red cup was empty by the end of the next song and Dua took it, along with Lana's, to fill up again. Lana grabbed my hand and twirled me around, making us fall into a fit of giggles. Sure enough, Dua returned with our drinks and I gulped this one down faster than the last. My confidence surprised me as I continued to move my body, noticing Kian's stare from the corner of my eye.

However, I was soon distracted by somebody clambering onto the dining table. That somebody was Harry, wearing another of his dress-shirts, cream this time, but with the three top buttons undone and tucked into his pants. He fell onto his knees holding a champagne bottle, the cork popping and the champagne flowing like a fountain over the crowd below him. Everyone screamed in delight as they were showered in expensive champagne and Harry yelped like the prisoner of a mental asylum. He gets to his feet and begins to dance, everybody surrounding the table claps and cheers. It seemed like they were feeding his ego one clap at a time.

'I have such a soul-destroying crush on him.' Lana said from beside me and I turned around to see her watching Harry too.

'You do?'

'I've had it since I first met him but I'm too scared to admit it.' She revealed.

'You can do so much better than him, Lana.'

'We're similar people.'

'He's so rude and obnoxious.'

'He just doesn't care what people think.' She replied with a shrug, I turned back towards Harry and he noticed my eyes. His eyes narrowed before he climbed down from the table.

'Does he live with anybody?' I asked her.

'He lives with his father, remember, but he lets him throw the parties, his father usually books a penthouse somewhere.' She explained, and I nodded.

'Let's dance.' I simply instructed, and she giggled, before we both started dancing again. The vodka was undeniably influencing my actions at this point; it didn't help that Dua was so keen to refill our cups. I was on my fourth cup without even realising. Scratch that, I had just finished it. Dua moved over to Lana and me, dancing along with us. It wasn't long before Dua's hand grips mine and she twirled my body around. The end of the twirl doesn't go to plan as I ended up bumping into somebody's chest, his olive eyes dancing with amusement.

'I didn't think you'd come along.' He said, as I stepped backwards from him.

'Well, you thought wrong.' I replied. He chuckled. His eyes lingered over my facial features.

'You look different, I don't know if I like it or not.'

'Good job I don't care, isn't it?'

'Damn, you're even feistier with the makeup.' He laughed. 'Have you had a drink? Compliments of the home-owner.'

'Cute. Yes, I have.'

'Well, you just keep helping yourself and we'll have a good night.' He smirked before turning to the others. 'What do you say, guys, a game of spin the bottle?'

Dua shook her head, Lana looked longingly at Harry as he observed Dua. 'I'd rather play never have I ever.'