Shadows

I lay sprawled out on my bed while Maggie rifles through my closet, throwing out various dresses and skirts as she goes.
"You have nothing," she says finally, placing her hands on her hips.
"I can also dress myself," I groan from the bed, propping myself up on my elbows to look at her.
"I'm not going to let you wear a sweater with a penguin on it and riding boots to this party," she points out.
I flop back onto the bed with a sigh. After today I don't even want to go to this party but Maggie is dragging me. I figure I can just play designated driver and make sure she gets home safe.
"What's this?!" She exclaims, her head buried in my closet. She pops out with a blouse in her hands. "I like it!"
"So does that mean I can wear it?" I ask as she toys with the fabric.
"No," she purses her lips. "You're going to borrow my stuff."
I roll onto my stomach and groan into the pillow as Maggie begins pulling out the clothes she brought 'just in case' she couldn't find anything suitable in my closet.
She throws a dress at me and I pick it up curiously.
"This is a top, right?" I question. It's so tiny I think my entire butt would show.
"No," she scoffs.
"Maggie I'm shorter than you," I point out. It would be just barely a dress on me, it would have to be a top on her.
"It's a dress," she insists.
"And I'm not wearing it," I roll my eyes and toss it back to her.
"Just try it on," she pleads. "If you think you don't look hot then I will be the only one to see."
I climb off the bed and hold my hand out for the dress. She hands it to me with a smile and I disappear into the bathroom.
Peeling off my clothes I throw them in the hamper. I shimmy into the dress and have to force it over my boobs. I turn to face the full length mirror and the sight in front of me is shocking.
The dress covers everything, but just barely. It ends maybe 2 inches past my butt. The tight fabric hugs my body in the most flattering way ever. Making my waist look smaller and my chest look bigger. The low neckline shows off the pale skin of my chest, but not in a bad way. My legs look like they could stretch around the world.
I hesitantly open the door and step out into the bedroom.
"Hot damn," Maggie states as I stand uncomfortably.
"I don't think so Maggie," this dress is leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Why not?" She whines and grabs my hands, pulling them away from my body so she can examine my whole body.
"Because it's a shirt," I say.
"You look hot," she mumbles. "You have to," she demands.
I walk over to my dresser and pull out skin colored tights, yanking them up under the dress.
"You're no fun," she grumbles and I smirk.
"Now your turn," I say but Maggie's already ahead of me, sliding into a dress.
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I pull up to the large house, people already inside dancing. Cars are I lined up and down the street and I park as close as I can to the house.
"I'm so excited," Maggie squeals and I offer up a weak smile.
We walk up to the house and I immediately begin to feel nervous. I don't belong here and it's going to blatantly obvious the second I cross the threshold. I spend Friday nights watching Harry Potter and rereading Wuthering Heights, not going to parties.
Maggie grabs my hand, sensing my anxiety, she drags me up to the door and swings it open pulling me into the house.
"Holy shit," she mutters.
My eyes widen at the sight around me. What I think is the living room has been turned into sort of a dance area. A girl I recognize from my chemistry class is dancing on top of a small table, guys crowding around her and shouting. Maggie pulls me through to the kitchen where red cups litter every surface. Clumps of teens are standing around talking and a couple is making out in the corner.
"This is insane," Maggie whispers to me.
"Hellooooo," a familiar voice crows. I turn to see Louis walking towards Maggie and I with open arms. "Welcome to my humble abode."
He takes a swig from the cup in his hand and smiles as his eyes rake over my body.
"Great party," Maggie speaks up confidently.
"Why thank you," Louis says but his eyes don't leave me. I feel myself blush. Dammit.
"I'm gonna give you two a minute," Maggie says suggestively before slipping off. I look at her with wide eyes, silently begging her to stay, but she just winks as she walks away.
"I'm really glad you came," Louis says, drawing my attention back over to him. "You look hot."
I offer up a shy smile at the compliment.
"Let me get you a drink," he suggests.
"No," I blurt out and he looks at me with a curious expression.
"It's a party love," he says. "Everyone drinks."
"I'm the designated driver," I stutter.
"You can stay here for the night," Louis says, leaning close. The smell of beer on his breath assaulting me.
"Um I'm going to go find Maggie," I say and push past him.
"I'll find you later," he shouts as I walk away.
I sigh and open the sliding glass doors to the backyard, thankful for the fresh air. I lean against the house and watch a game of beer pong.
"You actually came," a husky voice says. Harry saunters towards me with an unreadable expression on his face and a red cup in his hand.
"Yeah," I sigh and he leans against the wall next to me. I look over at his bright green eyes and give him a small smile.
"You don't exactly look like you're having the time of your life," Harry observes.
"I'm not," I admit.
"Not your scene?" Harry questions. I glance between him and the party, nodding in agreement.
"Not really," I admit.
"So why are you here?" He questions, but not in a rude way.
"I was invited," I shrug. "And Maggie wanted to go."
"And your parents were okay with that?" He asks with raised eyebrows.
"They're really busy right now so," I shrug. My mom agreed to let me go as long as I was home by midnight.
"I see," Harry mumbles. "Has Louis found you yet?"
"Yeah," unfortunately.
"How was that?" Harry asks with an edge to his tone.
What's his deal? "He seemed a little drunk."
"He is more than a little drunk," Harry mutters. "Speaking of, you should probably get a drink."
"I'm not drinking," I say seriously.
"I figured. But you should get a cup of water so that people think you are," he explains. "Or everyone will keep asking to get you a drink."
"Oh," I say with furrowed eyebrows.
"Come on," Harry says and grabs my small hand with his large one. He leads me back inside, away from the beer pong.
"You don't have to do this I could have gotten it myself," I say as we walk through the kitchen. I expected Harry to let go of my hand as soon as we got inside, yet he's still holding on.
"It's fine," he says and smiles. He hands me an empty red cup and I walk over to the sink, filling it up with water. He leans against the counter next to me and watches.
"You look really good," Harry observes, scanning my body.
"Oh thanks," I mutter shyly, looking down at the short dress. "It's Maggie's."
"Well I like it," he smiles warmly. "Look, about what you said earlier, about my not liking you-"
"Harry it's fine," I say warmly, he doesn't have to apologize.
"No I need to say this," he says and takes a deep breath. "I-"
"Annalise!" Louis calls out, interrupting Harry. Harry sighs and we both turn to look as he approaches.
"Oh god," I mumble and hear Harry chuckle.
"I want to dance with you," Louis says and smiles, grabbing the cup out of my hand and placing it on the counter. "Hey Haz!"
Harry nods in Louis's direction before walking away, leaving me alone with Louis.
"Come on," Louis says and grabs my hand, leading me into the living room.

Notes

What was Harry going to say??? Hope you like it :)