Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 19

Indie's pov

Laced underwear is placed on the chair and I'm either assuming this is a really messy girls room, or it's definitely Louis room—maybe his friend that half owns the frat house.

I enter the bathroom and quickly grab some paper towel and wet it, it does the job of taking my mascara off, I don't bother taking the foundation or anything else but the black mascara and the eyeshadow off. It comes off after about two minutes of rubbing it and making sure all of it is out of my face.

I look at the cabinet full of CD's once more and quickly exit the room and head down the stairs, it's good that no one notices me, I quickly step outside and the familiar scene from the first party plays in my mind, only that there are people filling the backyard now and a massive keg next to the door.

I look to the pool. Then to the crowds with drinks around the lawn, I quickly pull my dress up and over my head, my bathers finally showing. I place the dress on the small rack outside just for clothes, how organised but yet chaotic are these parties?

I make sure it's kept well away from everyone else's stuff. I then walk near the pool, looking at the people in it, it's all pretty crowded. There are couples, people playing ball games and a lot of splashing. I look around for a little, my eyes wandering the backyard.

I feel so exposed compared to what I would at home—damn, I've got to stop saying home, my home is here, in Port Angeles. I guess it feels different because it's not at a beach, or maybe it's just because I know no one, maybe it's just my cautious self.

My attention is drawn to the curly haired boy as I realise he's outside too. He looks like he's starting to lighten up, only a little. He starts to talk with crowd of boys and they start to be silly.

I giggle as Harry starts to juggle with some bottles, he starts off well but due to being drunk and the alcohol spreading through his body rapidly, the bottles drop to the lawn softly, luckily they don't smash.

Ruth's body comes up to mine, she's definitely had a few drinks, I can tell by the way she's walking, and the distinct smell from her breath that's can be smelt from at least a metre away. How strong is the stuff she's having? I chuckle.

"Oh! My masterpiece is gone, how do you still look good though?" I laugh as she walks next to me and places a hand on my shoulder, she looks in the direction of Harry and notices my stare.

"Are you watching Styles?" She raises one brow at me, I roll my eyes and laugh her off.

"I'm watching the fact that he's having fun, he looks like he is actually kind of happy." I tell Ruth moving my head to the side so she can hear me, my teeth peeking through my lips.

"He's still a dick though."

"Still a dick." I nod my head, he turns around and looks at me, a small smile comes upon his face and I can't help but smile back. I don't understand it, or him.

He starts to walk to my direction and at the same time Ruth walks to go back to Dylan. I look at him and cross my arms.

"Someone's lightening up."

"Someone's.." he seems to be lost as his eyes trail up and down my body. "Looking good."

I raise my eyebrows at his words, blushing slightly. "T—thanks?"

"Are you going to get wet?" He licks his lips taking a step closer to me, I rub my arms.

"Eh.." I look to the pool, a devilish smirk is plastered on his face as I look back to him.

"No..." I start, but his hands make their way to my waist and as soon as I realise what he's doing, it's too late. He swings my body over one shoulder and my mouth opens as I'm shocked by the quick action, by our bodies touching for one of the first times.