Next time I decide to come to a party it won't be with Logan and Cameron. Within minutes of getting there they started feeling each other up and ditched me to find a room, but not before I raised my middle finger and called them ass holes. They didn't seem too care though, to busy trying to get their d.icks in their hands. Oh well I guess, they were ignoring me anyways. I brought my drink up to my lips and took a large gulp. I was already halfway drunk and everything was starting to seem better than it actually was, like the guy that I didn't really find cute when I walked in is actually really hot now. I got up from my chair and pushed my way through the dancing bodies before stopping in the middle. I held my drink up and moved my hips along to the music.
"Preston right?" I heard being yelled into my ear. I turned around to see the guy who invited me to the party.
"Yeah, Harrison?" I asked him. He simply nodded as he took my waist into his hands and brought our bodies closer. I went along with it and continued swaying and in a few seconds we found a rhythm and we were dancing together.
"You look so hot tonight." Harrison said, trying to bring our bodies even closer. I could feel his hardening member on my thigh and it was actually pretty big but I just wasn't feeling it. Before I could pull away he started leaning towards me for a kiss. I moved my head to the side and his lips hit my cheek.
"Yeah sorry, I have to go."
I pulled away but he pulled me back, "Come on Preston, I'm sorry. Let's just dance." He grinded his crotch onto my thigh and I almost gagged.
"Get the f.uck off of me," I slapped him right across the face and turned around walking towards the stairs. I walked up and found an open room before going in and locking it behind me. S.hit that guy was a d.ouche. I slowly made my way to the bed from the door and took my phone out.
Text Message: Preston Richards
ew remind me to never f.ucking go to a party again i swear
Text Message: harry
I was just about to text you. What happened?
Text Message: Preston Richards
I was dancing with some d.ickhead and be kept rubbing his crotch on me like??? did I ask u to dry hump me?? no
Text Message: harry
What the f.uck? What an asshole. Are you ok?
Text Message: Preston Richards
I'm good yeah idk about him though his face probably has a hand print on it oops
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FanfictionPreston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza