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Ch. 7: The Party

Chapter 7: The Party

Harry's P.O.V.

   "Hello. Glad you can make it. It's nice to see you again. Hey!" I said as the X Factor contestants walked into Milly's home. Shaking hands, giving hugs, and fists were just some of the gestures I gave. I smiled at some of the contestants walking in.

   "Harry!" Taylor's voice rung through my ears. I turn around, catching her blue eyes. I smile, opening my arms. Her bare arms wrapped around my torso, squeezing the life out of me. I chuckle, holding her at arms length.

   Taylor wore a strapless red dress that went down to her mid-thigh. She wore silver heels that made her about two inches taller. In her right hand she held a silver clutch. Taylor's hair was straightened and she wore a minimum amount of makeup.

   "Hey, Taylor. Nice to see you here," I smiled. Taylor giggled.

   "Like I would miss your party! Oh my gosh. Do you live here? It's huge. How much money do you have? I would totally live here any day..." Taylor says. I nervously smile. How am I supposed to tell her it's not my home? Maybe Milly won't mind. Speaking of the princess...

   "Attention, everyone! I would like to propose a toast! Good luck to everyone who made it through! Thank you so much for coming to our party. I would like to thank Harry Styles for suggesting to have a party in my home." Milly says. My home. My home. Milly's home.

   Well, looks like I can't be fooling Taylor anytime soon. I look at Taylor, who blinks.

   Without thinking, I let my eyes wander over Milly's body. Milly is wearing a black dress with one long sleeve. The dress has two holes on the side, exposing part of her stomach. It ends probably a centimeter from her mid-thigh. On her feet, she wears plain black heels. She wears silver bracelets. The last thing that catches my eye is a gold necklace around her neck. A familiar one at that. It's the one I gave her while we were still dating.

   "So, this isn't your home?" Taylor's voice snaps me out of my daydream.

   "Huh? Oh, no. This is Milly's home. She's letting us stay here since it's closer to the X Factor stage. But, since we're moving intot he X House next week, we probably won't be here anymore." I say, trying to sneak a glance at Milly.

   "Oh, well... I'm going to go party. Come dance with me whenever you want," Taylor winks, heading off to the living room where we had pushed the couches back. Everyone was having fun dancing. The DJ we hired had set up his stuff next to the hallway.

   "Stop it, silly!" Milly's tingling laugh enters my brain. Turning around, I find her with some other guy. He had black spiked up hair and was pretty buff. He wore a black blazer, a white T-shirt, plain jeans, and black Converse. Whoa. He copied my look...

    "What? Do you want me to leave then?" He asks. Milly giggles, shaking her head.

   "No, silly. I want you here, Drew." Drew.. Drew Roy. The familiar name popped into my head. He was the guy Milly was hanging out with. The guy she was on the phone with. The guy that might steal her heart. I slapped that thought away.

   "Hey, Milly! Wanna go dance?" I ask, breaking their eye contact. Well, it was good I did that. I had a feeling if I didn't, some serious PDA would go down. I probably saved all these innocent peoples' eyes from dying. Your welcome, people.

   "Uh, sure. Bye, Drew," Milly waves, winking one last time at him. Ugh. Gross. I take her hand, pulling her into the middle of the floor. Her soft hand in mine felt perfect. We molded against each other like puzzle pieces.