I walk downstairs after getting into my outfit.
"Hurry up, girls! I need help setting up drinks!" Harry yells.
I walk into the basement and see Harry pouring drinks. I go over and grab some cups, and make screwdrivers. "You need to chill, bro." I say to him.
"Shut up." he replies, giving me a dirty look.
"Why do you always get like this before parties?" I ask him, grabbing a few more cups.
"Like what?" he asks.
"Frantic and annoying." I say.
"Because, I am known for my amazing parties, I cannot ruin my reputation." he says.
I roll my eyes and finish making the drinks.
"Can you please get the chips from the kitchen?" he asks.
I huff out my breath and walk back up the steps. I get the six bags of chips and yell for Gemma to get the rest. I set them on the table and start filling the bowls he has set out.

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About three hours later, the party is in full throttle. Everyone is already pretty drunk, which I find amusing because I have only had one martini. I slip up the steps to go to the bathroom. I walk down the hall and see that the door is shut, I knock and no one answers, I knock again, still no answer. I open the door and don't see anyone, I do my business, I then walk over to wash my hands, I look in the mirror and I see some kid in the shower with a camera. I turn around, "What the fuck?" I shout.
"You look good with that dress up, can I give it a try?" he says, pushing against me.
"Get off!" I yell, shoving him.
He moves back on me, "Pushy, eh?" he says, beer on his breath.
"Get off!" I shout again, and holds me against the sink and starts trying to kiss my neck. A tear rolls down my face. All of a sudden the guy is ripped off of me and I see Harry hit him as hard as he can in the face, the guy falls to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Harry says, looking at me.
I shake my head and he pulls me into a hug.
"Shhh. It's okay, your okay." he says, soothingly.
I look up at him and smile.
Maybe he isn't so bad.