CHAPTER 5
**HARRY’S POV**
I’m bored. Liam is just making polite small talk with Danielle’s cousin. Zayn has wandered off somewhere, probably to talk to Perrie on the phone. Niall is eating and drinking whatever come his way on those little, silver platters. Louis is… what is he doing?
“HARRAY, COME JOIN DA PARTAY!” he screams to me, his words slurring a little from the alcohol he has been drinking excessive amounts of. I hope everyone is so drunk at the moment that they will have no memory of this night.
I walk over only to be captured around the waist by an obviously, dyed pink haired girl. She’s hot but not as hot Alana. Deep, blue eyes, high, elegant cheekbones, sweeping eyelashes, honey-blonde hair, everything really. Christ Harry, stop thinking about her, you only want her body not her love or anything just that.
I step away from her and she frowns, pouting her lips like a young child. I feel a wave of disgust. Up close, she is fake. Nothing like Alan- HARRY! No relationships, no feelings because when Jessica dumped you… no, don’t think of her.
She dumped me because I supposedly slept with another girl, yeah right, like I would do that to my special lady. Now she is gone. I feel tears prick at my eyes, go live with some girls Harry if you are going to cry about it like a sissy. I blink hard a few times to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks then I see her. Alana Patterson.
**ALANA’S POV**
I dive through the crowd frantically, trying to hide myself in the press of dancing bodies. I come across I guy dancing like my cousin. I watch as he pats the air next to his knee and pretends to screw a light bulb or something.
“HARRAY, COME JOIN DA PARTAY!” he screams and I see those familiar curls bobbing their way through the crowd.
I smirk as a girl grabs him by the waist and tries the flirt with him. I reckon that if I tried, I could get him in a few minutes. He pushes himself off her though. Oh crap, where to hide now? I look at the guy with messy blonde hair eating something. Oh what the heck. I dive behind him, using his body as a shield.
“What are ye doin’?” he slurs, his strong Irish accent thickening with amount of alcohol he has been drinking
“Hiding, now shush” I hiss at him, the boy shrugs and grabs a thing off the platter going past him
“Mm” he groans as eats the small canapé or something, whatever it was, it looked good. I haven’t eaten since that muffin. He notices me staring hungrily at him and then my stomach just decides to play the song of my people.
“Hungry?” he asks me, I nod from my position under the table which I crawled under a few seconds ago. He tosses me one of the things he was just eating. I catch it, which was surprising, I’m not good with catching stuff, and bite hungrily into it. I smile and give him the thumbs up while chewing.
“Oi Harry!” he yells, accent getting even thicker as he points at me in my position under the table “Come meet this pretty lady!” You’ve got to be kidding me. I scramble out from beneath the table and walk quickly away, grabbing a drink as it goes past.
I see Kate talking to some random guy; he is pretty darn attractive if I do say so myself. Dark skin, even darker hair though I’m not that sure about the quiff. It’s a bit like but like Jedward hair but a little shorter, just a bit.
“ALI! MA CUDDIN! MA FAVE PERSON IN DA WORLD! GET YO ASS OVA ‘ERE!!” Kate screams at me, motioning wildly to come join her. The boy looks a little uncomfortable standing so close to my obviously drunk cousin. I walk over, keeping a keen eye out for Harry.
“Are you okay?” I ask the boy, he gives me a look over and sees the family resemblance in my features.
“Another one?” he says, just loud enough to hear over the music. He starts to back away slowly, putting his hands in the universal sign of surrender. I laugh.
“Don’t worry, I won’t rape you-” my sentence is abruptly cut off as my cousin grabs me and pushes me into the last place I want to be in. Styles’ arms.
“Why hello again” he smirks
**HARRY’S POV**
Alana pushes herself out of my arms and just on time the chorus of ‘Give Me Everything’ by Pitbull blasts over the speakers.
“Grab someone sexy and tell them hey, give me everything tonight” I whisper in her ear, capturing Alana by the waist again. She pulls away from for the second time tonight, shooting me daggers from her dark blue eyes. She looks breathtaking tonight. I give her a look down, taking in every inch of her body.
“Go away” she hisses at me and dives into the crowd. It takes all my willpower not to shove my way through there and find her
“Harray, stay ‘way from my wittle cuddin” the brown headed girl tells me, slurring her words until they are nearly incomprehensible. She stumbles for a bit then grabs me by the shoulders. I don’t move, as weird as this is, she is drunk so I make an exception
“Why?” I ask her. She giggles, alcohol breathing into my face. I stand my ground, she is no worse than Louis when we go clubbing together and that is pretty bad. Zayn walks off absent-mindedly, no help from that side
“Because you hurt her and, and-” her whole expression changes as she sees someone else in the crowd
“CHACEY BOY!!” she screams and runs over to hug him, leaping in the air to wrap her legs around his chest. Poor kid.
All thought are abandoned as Alana slips soundlessly out of the crowd and out into the dark night sky, like a blue ghost. I debate whether to follow her or stay in the stuffy room packed with drunken dancing people, outside with her wins.
I walk out into the cold air and see her facing the black water, head down, hands hanging loosely at her sides. The moonlight turns her hair white and causes her skin to glow but through all her beauty, I have never seen someone so small and alone.
**ALANA’S POV**
Teardrops drip down my cheeks and onto the white pebbles that are dotted around the edge of the lake. Why does he have to be here and why does he have to try to win my heart over? Doesn’t he see that I hate him and want him to go away? To leave me in my misery until I get strong enough to move on again.
More tears spill and land like quicksilver on the rocks, spotting the delicate stone with dark spots from my eyes. A warm, reassuring hand lands on my shoulder and thinking that it is Kate or Chace I turn around and press my cheek again their neck, embracing them. I open my eyes and it is neither of them. It’s Styles.
“Now the tables turned eh?” he asks me. I get away from him, wanting to wash every part of my body that touched his skin. A blush starts to heat up my cheeks and I pray that the moonlight isn’t strong enough to make it show.
“Are you deaf Styles? I said go away” I snarl, sadness forgotten about meeting that famous, arrogant jerk, my kindness seems to vanish when he is around leaving me. I stalk off angrily only to be stopped by a large hand gripping mine. I yank it away
“WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?” Harry yells as I walk back to the party, I turn to face him standing on the edge of that river. His green eyes piece through the darkness and right into my soul. I feel myself becoming breathless then reprimand myself sternly. He destroyed your life. Remember?
“Because you destroyed my life Styles” I whisper, then flee back into the safer party, to flee from the growing feeling of pain arising in my chest, to flee from him.
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