Deception || harry styles

Chapter 11

Deception

As usual when we arrive to the house it's filled with smoke and red solo cups everywhere you turn. I should be snuggled up reading in my bed with some hot cocoa not being scared of running into Harry and his bipolar self. I still can't wrap my mind around what happened in class. He went from being mad at me to kissing me to having complete kindness towards me all in ten minutes.

"Cassie I'm gonna go over and find Lou." Payton says and I reply with a smile. She nods and walks over to the kitchen.

I know for a fact she isn't a heavy drinker, so if she's drunk tonight it will be because of Louis' influence. I do understand that I don't know Louis personally and that he could, in fact, be a great guy, but it's extremely hard to not judge him from the whispers and his everyday attire. I obviously can't say much considering I've been talking to Harry, but at least I'm trying to get out of that situation. Unlike Payton who hypocritically ran into Louis' arms when she saw him.

Okay, focus now. I need to think of a plan to stay away from Harry. Although It'll be exceedingly hard considering how small the crowd is here compared to other nights. I bet there are some empty rooms upstairs, maybe if I just hide out there Harry will find some other new girl to mess with.

I tap a random blonde on the shoulder and ask her where the stairs are that would lead to the upper level of the house. "Walk down this right hallway, then take a left, and then you should be able to see some stairs."

I followed her instructions trying to recall all her hand motions. Finally I was walking up the Mahogany stairs. I try to image what they would look like without the cups and beer bottles scattered everywhere, but I fail to create an image.

As I'm trying to imagine this house clean during the day someone bumps my shoulder pulling my mind away from the useless picture I had been painting. "Have this drink, you look like you need to loosen up." The male says, but instead I walk away; he won't remember my face in the morning.

"Not much of a talker are ya?" The tattooed man asks me. He has black joggers on, a white t-shirt with a cross hanging around his neck, and a fancy Michael Kors watch on. He surprisingly can pull off the backwards snapback look.

I begin to shake my head but stop myself and respond, "only to some people I am." I turn to walk away again.

Before I can even get another right step the man says, "forgot your drink.." he cuts himself short waiting for me to fill in the blank.

"Cassandra, but people call me Cassie."

"Well, Cassie," he's sure to drag out my name, "take this drink and we can hang out together, yeah?" His smile is wicked and cocky.

I don't know how to turn him down so I say, "no I uhm, am meeting my boyfriend." I stammer out.

"So?"

I snort and walk away. I'm not talking to anyone with that attitude. Prick.

"Hey, hey, hey." The man gently touches my shoulder and I stop my movements. "I didn't mean it like you're interpreting it. Just because I want to talk to you doesn't mean I want to sleep with you."

"To be honest, I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult." I laugh and soon he joins too. "But, here I am talking finally and I don't even know who to thank for this drink." My hands grasp around the moist cup, and I smirk while I take a sip. The drink is fruity and there's only a slight taste of alcohol.

"Liam." He warmly smiles. I think I just might like this guy. "I don't like them strong, and you're obviously not a regular drinker so that's why I stopped you out of all these people. You seemed like me somehow." I don't know how I could seem like him if we are talking appearance wise, half his body has ink sprawled over it.