Denial

Chapter2

It was Friday night and I was at Bre's house getting ready for Harry's party. Bre was always going to these types of big and crowded parties. Me on the other hand was always trying to avoid them, because I knew the type of things they do there, all of which are things I would never dare to do. For some reasons unknown to me I really wanted to go to this party.

Bre begged, like literally begged me to let her dress because I was just planning on wearing a nice pair if Levis jeans and a regular T-shirt as always, nothing fancy at all, but Bre said that it was a bad idea, so I let her dress me. Usually I would have said no but tonight my mind was somewhere else.

Bre told me to close my eyes and that she would dress me so I agreed without another word. She kept on mumbling to herself, probably contemplating about what she should pick our for me to wear. Finally after like fifteen minutes of waiting I felt a pair of hands on my body trying to tug A silky tight material over my head, on my shoulders, and tugging and twisting on the material that was on my hips. The length of the dress itself didn't even reach my knees, I felt very exposed and kind of naked. Then she started on my hair tugging and pulling on in trying to get all the knots out. after that she moved onto my makeup. Applying then reapplying to just start all over again until she let out a long sigh as though she had been holding it in for a long time and told me to open my eyes and look at myself in the mirror. She was staring at me admiring her work of art and large transformation. When I opened them and looked at myself in the mirror it took me a moment to take in my appearance. The dress I saw the girl in the mirror wearing was red and tight and hugged her body in all the right places showing off my curves. It had slits on the sides of my body that revealed my hips. It had a low V cut that went so far down it revealed almost all of my cleavage, which to say was a lot. My hair was pin straight and shinny while my makeup was phenomenal. Bre gave me black smokey eyes with a little touch if silver eyeliner that matched the shoes she set out for by the side of her bed. I liked different, so different that I didn't even look like myself anymore.

Harry's POV
There I was in my house, crowded as fuck with people at my party I didn't even recognize, but I was fine I thought to myself. I was taking strawberry kiwi vodka shots and joking around with two guys, Zayn and Louis. Both whom which weren't my friends but also not my acquaintances, but just guys that I know. After a while of taking shot after shot I started getting bored. The alcohol that kept running through my throat didn't have the same affect on me that it used to have, it was like I was immune, no longer able to find happiness. I decided to go up to my room and take a nap.

Bambi's POV
On the way to the party I could t help but keep attempting to pull my dress down a little bit just so maybe the material could stretch and reach my knees, but it just wouldn't budge. I only stopped the prying of tugging because Bre told me that if I kept on the dress would rip leaving me even more exposed.

As soon as we reached the house I was left dumbfounded, the house was beyond beautiful, there were no words that could have possibly been said to explain my infatuation with the house. Bre literally had to drag me along because I couldn't help but admire the architectural sculpting of the house. Bre in the other hand couldn't understand how I was taking time to admire the architectural structure of the house when there was a huge party going on inside.

When Bre finally got me to the front entrance and we walked in we were both immediately handed red SOLO cups, filled with a foul substance. I quickly have the cup to Bre who took both cups and chugged them down in a matter of seconds, and threw both now empty cups over her shoulder. As we made our way through the house it started to muggy and more crowded. When we finally got to the main room, which was even more filled with people than the last there was a lot going on. Both guys and girls were glistening with sweat, grinding on each other, having full blown make out sessions, even girls were making out. There was at least fifty plastic cups thrown on the floor, and games of beer pong being played by people who looked like they were struggling to balance on two feet. To me it was total chaos, but Bre seemed to be having fun so I didn't say anything.

Bre made her way to the middle of the dance floor dragging me along. When we were there she started grinding on me and I just stayed there too surprised and embarrassed to move or do anything. Soon we, or should I say Bre were starting to get some male attention. I could literally feel them glaring at us, thinking foul thoughts.

After About maybe one song of mostly Bre dancing someone asked her to dance so I left her to it and said I would be close if she needed anything. I took this opportunity to look around the house and possibly spot Harry. I didn't know what had came over me by my interest in him started to grow.

I made my way through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone and started up the stairs that lead to the second floor if his house. when I got upstairs it was absolutely breath taking. Antiques of all sorts decorated the large hallway. There were tons of doors that probably lead to big and beautiful rooms. I started opening them all just a crack just to sneak a peak of the rooms, but they all looked the same until I reached one room in particular room. I opened this one all the way and entered. As soon as I did and turned on the light I immediately regretted it. I was greeted by a pair of emerald green eyes staring straight at me.