Drunken Mistakes | Punk h.s

They say of you feel guilty about something, it means something to you. But what if no matter how much you hate that something, and do all you can to try to forget it, and try to not feel anything, it keeps coming back? Violet thought she knew the difference between love and hate, the fine line between the two, it wasn't long until she realized she didn't have the slightest clue. Harry Styles was the rudest, worst, most conceited person I'd ever met, and I had finally gotten away from him. After my parents split, I moved with my mother, meaning a new school, new district, new friends, new life. My new group of friends were just like me, and my life was how I wanted it to be. But unfortunately, good things don't stay. ~ Small Part ~ * I walk down the road to Kelsey's to find the girls already there and waiting. We finished getting ready and drove to the house where one of the biggest parties was going to be held. As soon as I walked through the door, the smell of alcohol entered my lungs, the slight drift of Marijuana in the distance. I headed straight for the drinks table, pouring myself a shot glass full of Get Kraken' and mixing it with Coke soda. I turned around to look for my friends, having no luck seeing them. Checking one more time I lock eyes with him. His eyes already burning through me, smirk forming on his face, especially when he sees me staring back. My body freezes and I can't move as he makes his way towards me, forcefully shoving people out of his way. He walks and stands right in front of me, pressing his body against mine and pulling me into him, holding me tightly. "Let's pick up where we left off." * *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**