Circles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

"Hey wait I have to pick the other 3!"

"I said 5, not 4," he states as we walk back into the T room.

"Yeah but she fucked Dave already so she has to pick him!" says Paisley.

All eyes look to me, then back to Dave.

"For real Weston?"

Dave hesitates before saying, "Hell yeah!"

I feel guilt, relief, and an unbearable amount of awkwardness all at once.

He kept my cover, found out I lied, and any possibility of even a friendship was gone.

At least I'm drunk. I'll cry tomorrow morning.

"Come on Adele," the curly boy says.  "You boys can have her after I'm done."

We walk through the house and he picks up a bottle of straight alcohol on the way to a private bedroom.

"You look tense.  Drink some." We walk through the door and he turns the lock.

"No that's okay."

"Are you nervous or something? It's not like I'm a serial killer."

"Of course I'm nervous!"

"Why?  You fucked Dave Weston, but yet you're terrified of me?"  I know he's getting a kick out of my nerves.

I almost denied having sex with Dave, but I can't.  I have a whore status to uphold.  SHIT! I said I was nervous when I've supposedly had sex with tons of guys.  I have to pull something together, and my intoxication is certainly not helping.  Hopefully Paisley will be able to piece together what I did, because I definitely won't remember anything.  The old me would care, but the new me is trying to muster up a "fuck it" attitude.

"I'm not nervous about you.  I'm nervous about breaking furniture.  I'm a college freshman and I don't want to pay for all kinds of shit."

"It's my room.  And besides, I'll want to keep souvenirs of my #43."

"What's your #43.  Is it a jersey you're worried about ruining or something?"

He laughs.

"No babe, it's you."