Temptations || h.s

Two (Part 2)

Harry frowned at me once I opened the passenger door to this black truck. I wasn’t surprised when I heard what sounded like rock music coming from his speakers and Niall thrashing in the back seat.

“What’s that look for?” I slid into the passenger seat.

“You’re really going to wear that?” Harry didn’t even try to hide his evident disgust. I looked down at my plain t-shirt and jeans.

“What? Is there a dress code or something?”

“I think once people see this travesty, there will be,” Harry pulled out of my driveway, “Are you sure you don’t want to change?”

“Leave the girl alone, Haz,” Niall leaned over from the backseat, “I think you look lovely, Ada. Much better than any of the girls that are going to be there.”

“Why’s that?” I turned to face him.

“You’ll see.”

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I didn’t expect Niall to be so on point when he said, “You’ll see.” The girls at this party were like the ones I’d seen in movies. Tall, beautiful and very scantily clad. I guess Harry wasn’t being such an ass when he asked if I wanted to change and now I was wishing I did. I had only known these boys for a few days but I had a feeling they were about to get me in more trouble than I had ever been in my entire life. It’s about time I start living.

Niall was dressed pretty causally and so was Harry, but there was something about the way he looked tonight that had me reconsidering my hatred for him. He was wearing plain black jeans and those tattered boots I’d seen him in all week, but today he swapped his usual t-shirt for a red flannel and I couldn’t have been happier about it. He left the top few buttons open, enough space for the tips of his tattoos to show underneath.

I’d learned that all the boys except Niall were practically littered with tattoos, which was something I found, regrettably, sexy. They looked the best on Harry, though. The black ink and his tanned skin complimented him ridiculously.

“Do you drink, love?” Louis had appeared out of nowhere, already handing me a full cup of who-knows-what.

“Jesus, Lou, let the girl at least get through the door first before you try to get her drunk,” it was Zayn, who I had assumed would be with my sister. Niall mentioned on the way over that he had heard Zayn wasn’t even planning on leaving my sister bedroom. I knew my sister was pretty promiscuous but I had hoped Niall was wrong.

“You sister said she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to stay home tonight,” Zayn took a sip from his own red cup and Harry snorted.

“Right, she probably saw Miss. Ada, here, leaving and didn’t want to be caught dead in public with her.”

“Or she heard you would be here and thought she’d save herself a miserable night of being in your lovely presence,” I narrowed my eyes. Harry was quickly ruining the good thoughts I had of him in my head.

“Maybe you should take her lead next time and stay home,” Harry rolled his eyes and brushed past me to the kitchen where I heard a chorus of greetings for him that I didn’t think he deserved.

“Is he always this pleasant?” I set my cup down on a nearby table. I wasn’t much of a drinker to begin with but drinking in a place full of people I had never even seen before didn’t exactly seem like a good idea.

“Harry is what you call, an “acquired taste”,” Niall laughed, “You have to get to know the guy. He’s actually not that bad.”

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