I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 8

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~cmfsif

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~Harry Styles~

"I thought we were going to a club!" I shout over the music in the limo.

"That was until Calum and Luke invited us to this party," Liam responds as we step out and look at the enormous house in front of us.

"Whose party is it?" I ask, feeling sorry for the fellow, considering the damage being done to this place.

Louis shrugs. "Not a clue." His head snaps to the right and he points off I to the distance. "Is that Ariana Grande?"

I followed his finger and sure enough found a gorgeous brunette in tight jeans and a white strapless peplum top. "Damn, she looks hot."

They nod in agreement.

We all head off our separate ways throughout the party. I head straight in towards the red solo cups and coolers.

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~Liam Payne~

"Shoot, Harry, what're you doing?" I ask. An hour ago, I found him making out with some random girl in the corner. A mere minute ago, I had to stop him from jumping off the roof into a pool that was way to small for a drunk person to actually land in. He would've been splattered on the ground if I had gotten there a second later. And he is roaringly drunk, as are many of the girls at this party which is what scares me most.

I've never understood Harry's philosophy in girls. How can he never find a girl that catches his eye over all the other girls? And I don't mean because of looks. I mean because of substance. I just can't figure out what goes on inside that curly-haired head of his.

I guide him off the roof and back into the house through the door that goes into the top floor.

He did say something about getting a girl off his mind, though. And I'm afraid if he does anything to stupid at this party, he's going to get into bad circumstances with whoever she is.

I try to get Harry to come back to the hotel with me, but he kept saying how there're cool celebrities and alcohol at this party, and struggling to get back. I'm unable to restrain him from going by myself, especially after he kicks me in the shins. I'm just lucky it wasn't somewhere else.

I find myself chasing Harry until I lose him in the crowd. So much for protecting my best friend.

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"Has anybody seen Harry Styles?" I scream out. Half of the people are drunk, so I get many incoherent slurs in response. In the back of the room, I see Louis talking to Luke and Michael. "Where the hell is Harry?" I ask.

"I thought you had him," Louis responds defensively.

"I can't find him anywhere. You don't think he left with somebody, do you?" I ask, alarmed. "What if the paparazzi catches up to him?"

"Relax, Liam. We don't know for sure that he's left," he says.

"We'll help you find him," Luke chimes in. Michael nods in agreement.

With one look at each other, we all split off in different directions to search for the party animal himself. I'll never find him.

~Chloe River~

Who was I kidding? There is nothing wrong with Brent and I. We're still that perfect, in love couple. He brought me back to the rock climbing place where he asked me out for our 2 year anniversary, which is tonight. "Race you to the top!" I say as I get hooked into my harness.

As soon as the guy hooks Brent in, I signal the start with a, "Ready...Set...Go!"

We both begin frantically gripping for the nearest footholders. I start climbing at a steady pace, quickly looking up shed and anticipating my next move. I see that Brent is a few rocks ahead of me. "Ow!" I hiss. "Brent, I'm stuck in this rock!" I motion to my foot, inside of a circular rock that was hollow.

"I got you, babe," he responds while he drops down a bit so his head is level with my foot. In the split second I have, I pull my foot out of the rock and begin rapidly grabbing the closest rocks. "You little-" he starts before climbing up after me in attempt to catch up.

I reach the top just a few seconds before him, and motion for the worker to allow me to come down. When we both touch the ground, I begin laughing at Brent. "You thought I was actually stuck in a rock."

"I was trying to be nice. I could've kept going."

We get unhooked from the harnesses. We've been here for a few hours, so we pack up our stuff to go home.

The car is pretty close to the exit, so we're there in a matter of minutes. Brent plops into his seat. "You know, Chlo, that wasn't very nice."

"Now, Brent," I put my hands on his shoulders, "I can't have a grumpy boyfriend, because grumpy boyfriends don't get kisses."

He smirks. "Oh, really now?"

I nod, and then slowly lean in towards him. He puts his arms around me and our lips barely graze each other. Then, Brent pushes his harshly against mine, to create a fiery kiss. Passion drips from our ever move as our mouths mold together. I feel tingles run down my spine, as he traces circles on my back.

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"What a piece of crap!" I screech.

"Chloe, calm down!" Niall responds.

"I'm not just going to calm down. I'm going to scream at him! I'm going to punch him in the face! I-I'm going to get back at him." I smirk, slightly calming down.

"Chloe, what does Harry's screwed up love life have to do with you?" Niall asks. "I mean, so what if he screwed another girl?"

"He almost made me cheat on my boyfriend, saying he liked me and stupid stuff. I was going to kiss him!"

"You were going to what?" someone asks. I look to where the voice came from and see the blonde cutie I just made peace with leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

"Brent, no! Nobody, nothing! I wasn't going to do anything!"

He unfolds his arms and pushes himself off the wall. "Yeah, sure." Then, he walks away.

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A new option I see.

The choice is yours.

#CHLIALL

#BROE

#CHLARRY