Sing till I fall asleep || H.S

thirteen

"Can I wear this?" I turned around in every angle in the mirror, watching the black thin silk fabric move around my body. It was tight, black and quite short. And my legs weren't miles long like Erin's were. I rarely put a dress on, let alone these tight ones.

I'd straightened my hair today and wore the same light makeup as always, I didn't know how to do anything else, and to be honest I didn't feel like I needed it. Could you imagine giving someone a hug and smudge foundation all over their shirt?

"You wear whatever you're comfortable in." Louis muttered from my bed, staring at his phone with his glassed bottle of beer in his hand.

"Can I come over to your house for pre-drinks?"

"I'm not ready."

"Whatever."

And then he came over. Apparently he rather had his pre-drinks with me than Niall, Liam and Zayn. Which I was fine with. I'd rather have mine with him than Erin, Wienna and Lisa.

I turned to my bedside table and grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip, "You're not even looking at the dress." I scolded towards Louis who lazily turned his head towards me and stared me up and down.

"I'd flirt with you if I didn't know you." He said simply and looked back at his phone.

That was Louis' way of saying that I looked great.

"I wouldn't flirt back whether we knew each other or not," I mocked him, plopping myself onto the bed next to Louis to see what he was up to on his phone.

"I was lying, by the way," he continued scrolling.

"He's cute," I saw him scrolling through some guys photos on facebook, not recognizing him.

Louis closed the app and then went to his folder named 'drunk' where his drinking games were placed. You might think two people having drinks and playing drinking games alone seems depressing, but I couldn't start my night off better.

We were once again going to this girl Andrea's house, where we'd been a few weeks prior. This time she had a pre-winterbreak party. Clothing wasn't optional this time - hence me wearing a dress for the first time since June. I believe the party's dress coded so they won't have to photoshop anybody out of the pictures because they're underdressed.

Louis was nice but easy dressed in black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt, folded up the arms to the elbows showing off a few of his tattoos. Even I was surprised to see him in something other than hoodies.

"Send a message to a person of the other persons choosing or chug." Louis gave me a cocky smile, I re-read what was said on the app and he wasn't trying to fool me.

"I can't chug wine, Lou."

"Okay so you'll write to Zayn that you're happy to see him tonight." He was so quick to answer that I almost thought he'd rigged the app and made his answer up beforehand.

I couldn't write to Zayn? We barely knew each other, and he would probably think I liked him or something...

"You're kidding, right?"

He sighed, "Give me your phone."

I gave up at that and handed him my phone, t wasn't even neccessary to try and change Louis' mind when he's decided to do something. And the one rule of drinking games is that you don't cheat, don't chicken out and get drunk.

I watched as Louis pressed the snapchat app and took a picture while leaning over me, "Put a leg up or something," he laughed as he manuvered the camera to make it seem as if I took the photo. He succeeded.