Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 17: I'm Sorry

Lara's POV

Harry and I decided we are going to Perkins to eat. I do really like him but we really should talk about what I know. I don't want to be a part of a bet or any of that shit.

"Okay here's your chance to explain." I say to Harry while we wait for our food to be brought out.
"Alright. Yes I used to do bets involving sex. Sex with girls and guys. We all did drugs and sometimes still do. I only do it like once a month. They're still doing all different types of bets, but I am not. I stopped after the last girl." Harry explains.

"Why? What happened?"

"We aren't talking about this."

"Why what happened to the girl? Oh my god! Did she die?!"

"For fucks sake no she didn't die. I'm not telling you what happened. It's none of your concern."

"Actually Harry it is my concern if we are actually a thing."

"You think we're a thing? No honey, not yet."

"Whatever. Let's just eat our food."

!!!!*Later that night, 11PM*!!!!

"Harry I don't want to go!" I tell him through the phone.
"Too bad. I'll be there in 5." He says and hangs up.
As Harry said, he's at my window 5 minutes later. We do our usual routine on how to get down, and head to the party Harry insisted I go to with him.

"Baby stop pouting, it's going to be fun."
"Fun for you. Everyone hates me. Even you. I don't know why I'm even here."
"Awe you just can't get enough of me."
"Believe what you want." I say and look out the window, staring at the moving street lamps.

As we pull up to the one and only frat house, Harry tells me Jamie will be here with Louis.
I can't believe she didn't tell me. I don't understand and don't really approve their relationship, or whatever they have going on. I don't think he's good for her. But if he makes her happy, I'm happy. He just better not mistreat her or else I'll beat his ass.

Harry and I get out of the car and he leads me up the front porch, and into the house.
Everywhere you look there's drunk people making out, just about to have fucking sex right there.
There's girls on poles, don't ask where the poles came from, I have no clue. There's alcohol spilled, and red plastic cups everywhere.

"Do you see Jamie?" I ask Harry.
"Louis said they're outside at the fire." He responds coolly.
I let my fake smile, slightly frown. I don't want to go out there if all those dicks from a couple nights ago are going to be there.
Just as I think that, Harry grabs my hand, as if to assure me it'll be okay.

Right when we get out from the swarmed house, I spot Jamie sitting with Louis on a log. She waves to me immediately and runs towards me.

"Louis said you weren't coming! Thank god you did!" She exclaims.
"This dumbass made me come, believe me I didn't want to." I smile back.
She takes my other hand and pulls Harry and I along to sit next to her and Louis on their log.

Everyone is talking in their own little conversations around the fire. I just sit there watching the flames as if it were a movie. I don't want to be here. Bad things always happen at these stupid frat house parties. It's ridiculous and I don't understand why basically the whole god damn college comes. No, I'm not in college, obviously. But I will be next school year.

"Hello? Lara?" Harry waves his hand infront of my face. "You okay there?"

"Yeah I'm fine."
"Stop pouting, everything will be okay."

"Anyone want to play beer pong?" I hear someone from the deck call out.
After a bit of silence, everyone around the fire gets up and heads inside for a stupid game.
"Harry I don't want to play." I say as he grabs my hand and starts to drag me inside.
"You don't have to. Just watch everyone get wasted and make a fool out of them selves." He chuckles.
"Yeah. Okay."

"Come on harry! Just play one round!" Josh yells at harry.
Harry glances over at me, runs the back of my hand and says "Yeah sure man." And he walks over to the tables and partners up with that damn slut, Carly.

I stand there, stunned.
"Hey, you want to be my partner?" Mikey walks up and taps my shoulder. His eyes rake up and down my body like I'm some sort of meat.
I glance at Harry who's looking at us intently, "sure." I say.
I walk over with Mikey across from Harry and Carly. Harry's mouth is dropped in shock, and Carly has a sly smirk on her face. I'll show her. I can do this. I may not have really drank before, but fuck it.
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"WHOOO!!" I scream on the top of my lungs and jump into Mikey's arms.
"We won!" Mikey yells to the others.
Of course they made a bet on it, and hand 100$ to Mikey. He hands 50$ to me, "Keep it. Spend it on something sexy." He winks and walks away.

"Lara." This fine looking tall guy walks up to me. "We have to go."
"Oh yes we do" I smirk.
"No. Come on we're going home."
"Don't tell me what to do." I slur
He grabs my arm and starts to pull me towards the door. "Let go!" I yell at him.
"You're drunk. You need to go home and rest."
"Why? We have to leave before you fuck that whore?" I say quite loudly.
"What did you just say."
"Don't act like you have no clue. That slut with the bright red hair. The one who's all over you." I stomp around him and go out the door.
I hear him chase after me. "LARA! Come back here!" Then out of no where I run into this hard figure.
"I thought I wouldn't see you again tonight." Instantly I know it's Mikey.
"Oh hi there." I giggle and poke his bicep.
"Lara.." Harry says from behind me, clearly out of breath. He looks up and sees Mikey. "Don't you dare go with him."
"Oh you need somewhere to go tonight and rest?" Mikey questions, looking Harry dead in the eyes.
"Yes I do." I say and start following Mikey down the block, to his car.
I hear Harry call out for me again. I don't look back. I just keep walking and get into Mikey's car.