Jammie's POV:
It was already the first day of school and I had made 2 friends, obtained a crush or two, and been invited to a party.

Which I will absolutely NOT be attending.

Why?
Because I don't wanna fall on my face.
I'm not the most fluent dancer....

I felt my phone buzz.

Oh shit, It's Natalie. One of my friends.
I picked it up and pressed answer, only to be greeted by yelling.
"I KNOW THAT HARRY INVITED YOU TO THIS PARTY, I'M COMING OVER THERE, DON'T EVEN EXPECT ME NOT TO MAKE YOU COME. YOUR COMING. WE'RE GOING TO MAKE ALL THE BOYS JAWS DROP. HOLD ON, I'M GETTING MY BAG, BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW YOUR CLOSET IS A MESS," I looked at my closet.

What's wrong with my clothes?

"YEAH, SO I'M IN MY CAR-"
"Nat, you live right next door." I said sarcastically.
She sighed,"Oh yeah... WELL I'M COMING."
I heard the doorbell ring, I sighed and went downstairs to open it.

I opened the front door to Natalie hanging up her phone and looking at me before just barging into the house.

"Nice house.." She said in awe.
"Yeah.. It's not bad right? It's decent... I like this house..." I answered simply.
We just stood there before Natalie grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs,"First room, to the left.." I said dully, she nodded and huffed.

She threw me onto the bed, and I sat there dumbfounded at her strength.
Natalie started searching through the leather bag she'd brought, and then pulled out this outfit.

"This.." she smirked.

Oh My God...


Harry's POV:
I burst through the house door, to be greeted by hugs, from the gang.
Little did they know there was some bad news...

I looked down, and everyone let go, and gave me concerned looks until Perrie said,
"Spill it Dimple-Face."

"Well.. You see there, love-"
"What's going on Hazza?" Niall said anxiously.
"I.. Invited Manny.." I spoke.

Everyone gasped...
Except Lou.

"He's just trying to get a girl guys. Let's get the stuff ready.." he said, walking away.
Everyone glimpsed at me with faces that were unamused, before following Louis's instructions.

Now the gang thinks I'm dumb.

But that's how she makes me feel.....Dumb...

OH SHIT SHE'S GONNA BE HERE, I GOTTA GET DRESSED.

~~~~

It's been 1 hour since the party began.. Where is she?
I paced around my room before hearing a knock at my door.
WAS IT HER?
Did the gang tell her I was up here?!
With those questions flooding my mind, I found myself opening the door to a certain someone.

Manny...

He held my face in his hands again and looked into my eyes.
"Hey Mr.Adorable.." He said sarcastically, "Your Princess is here... She's looking very well fitted in her outfit.. TSK TSK," He scolded,"She's making it really hard for me not to take advantage of her..." He whispered. I smacked his hands off of my face and breezed past him. I clung to the rail of the staircase and saw Manny creep up behind me.
"There.." He pointed to her.
Jammie..
Oh my God...

The way her hair swung in unsion with her hips, the way that dress hugged her everlasting body, the way she blushed everytime she stumbled (Which was really cute BTW).
She just looked so..
"Oh my God.." I whispered.
"Yeah.. To bad she's mines.." Manny growled.
My head shot up from her, to him.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me, Styles. STAY AWAY FROM HER." He spat.
Then he ran downstairs, disappearing through the crowd.

No really..
What the actual fuck?

Notes

Well well.
Looks like there's gonna be a Bad-Boy-Brawl.
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