the roommate → brad simpson | ✓

nine - "it feels stuffy in here"

I take another shot and slide it back down to Liam who happily poured me another one. I checked that my phone was still in my jacket pocket before tipping my head up and taking another shot.

"I would dance but this music is awful," I hiccup, referring to the screeching EDM music, and reach for a beer bottle but Harry pulls it away with a small frown. "What?"

"You're already smashed, I think you should lay off the alcohol," he says, concerned and I roll my eyes at him. "I'm serious!"

"You don't know me, Harold," I shake my head and reach over for the bottle again. This time he doesn't stop me from getting it, causing Harry to scowl at me. "I'm far from smashed, actually."

"Live a little, Harry," Liam laughs from beside me. "She's fine."

I pop open the beer bottle and take a gulp to prove to him that I'm not smashed yet and soon I've finished that, too.

I turn to find Thomas but I couldn't see him anywhere. In fact, I hadn't seen him nor Britt since we got here. I wasn't bothered, I came here for alcohol and not to follow them around. Ever since they'd properly introduced themselves to each other, they'd been flirting back and forth.

It shouldn't bother me as much as it did. Thomas was acting like we were dating earlier in the hallways, so for him to discard me and start flirting with my best friend was a little offensive. But I shouldn't be annoyed because we weren't dating, we just had sex once.

I should've expected better from my best friend, since she knew how much I like him. If the tables were turned, she would've gone mental at me.

I sigh and finish off my beer before putting it on the side, "who's controlling the music?"

"I don't know," Liam shrugs. I just wanted to turn off the ear piercing music and put on some good songs. Another sigh escapes my lips as Kiss Me by Magic starts playing and Harry and Liam disappear after some girls who were flirting with them supposedly.

I turn to the counter and fill a red cup with some more beer and walk into the large frat house's lounge which is filled to the brim with dancing students who were all rubbing against each other. My eyes scan the crowd in hope to see someone who's in my classes that I can tag along with but everyone's moving at such quick rates that in my drunken state, I can't focus on anyone for longer than a second.

As I turn to leave, I feel someone's hand rub against the small of my back and squeeze my behind, causing me to gasp in surprise and turn around to see who it was but they'd already disappeared.

I let out an annoyed huff and turn back around, wounding my way through the crowd as I find the person controlling the music. I just wanted to play some Arctic Monkeys or The Wombats or someone good, not the same generic Calvin Harris track.

I stumble on my own feet, falling into someone and slurring out an apology. They just scowl at me before returning back to their drinks.

As a sign of defeat, I turn on my heels and walk carefully back out of the living room. It was so packed which caused it to be boiling hot and I was starting to sweat through my clothes.

I take a sip of my beer as I sneak around the sides of the house, trying to find my way out but it seemed impossible in the room filled to the brim with people.

I push sweaty bodies off of me as they dance and I scrunch my nose at the strong body odour scenes despite the fact that I was adding to the sickening stench.

Turning to the right to continue the trek out of the lounge, my eyes spot Thomas' black hair and I weave my way through the bodies to reach him.

As I grow closer, I notice Britt's yellow and black checked two-set piece attached to him and I shake off any assumptions arising in my head. The room is crowded, it's no doubt they're close together.