Take A Chance
(Chapter:3)
Harper's POV:
“HEY BREE!”
“Hi Louis!” Gemma hugged an already intoxicated looking guy that opened the door. “Louis this is my new roomie Harper, Harper this is Louis.”
“Nice to meet you.” I mumbled.
Before I knew what was happening I was being lifted up in a bear hug. I gasped but refrained the urge to kick him.
“Always a pleasure to have fresh meat here.” He said with a wink before putting me down.
“Easy tiger, she’s off limits to you!” She mock glared and poked him in the chest.
“Aww, come on Bree, don’t be a cock block.”
Raising an eyebrow I almost smiled at him. He's very attractive and was holding a blow up doll.
“Nu-uh, no one that lives in this house is allowed to touch her. I know how you all are. So play nice, kay?”
Louis grumbled and walked away to refill his plastic cup. Gemma leaned in to speak in my ear, “I’m not gonna lie and tell you they aren’t all like that, practically every guy that lives in this house is just as bad as him, and most of the guys that will be here tonight are too. I’ll tell you who’s safe and who isn’t.”
I smiled at her, “Thanks Gemma, I’ll owe you.”
She scrunched her brows together and teased me, “Want a drink?”
Agreeing, I walked with her to a group hovered around one of the kegs. After getting a beer and forcing half the cup down to get the bad taste over with as fast as possible, I followed her out to the back yard to meet more people. I don’t remember most their names, but I got picked up and carried around more times than I cared to count, and was gawked at by every guy I met. Gemma assured me it was because I looked good, but I was already wishing I’d worn a sweatshirt and jeans and cursing my tiny frame . Gemma seemed so at ease with the way guys were touching her and raking their eyes over us, and I didn’t understand how she could do it. I no longer felt beautiful, I felt exactly like what Louis called me. Meat. I was halfway through my second beer of the night when I was pulled onto the dance floor by Gemma and a few others.
I’d never felt so out of place in my life. Just watching the way these people were groping each other was making my cheeks burn, I tried to follow Gemma's lead but I ended up just stumbling around from people rubbing up against me.
I turned my head to see the most recent encounter and found myself being glared at by the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. Taking in the rest of him I could see I’d gotten in the way of his dry humping with a busty blonde and tried to quickly move away. Pointing to the kitchen when Gemma tried to stop me, I slowly made my way through the packed bodies and out of the living room.
“What’s up Harper?”
I turned to see Louis standing beside me. “Uh, nothing. Just had to get out of that.” I said pointing over my shoulder.
“You don’t like to dance?” You call that dancing?
“Not really my thing.”
Louis put an arm on each side of me trapping me against the counter and pressing his body into mine. “Is there anything else I can I interest you in?” Not you.
“Is there a bathroom I can use?”
As soon as I asked, a bunch of guys started chanting and I turned to see what the fuss was about. My eyes about bulged out of my head when I did. The same guy I’d last bumped into on the dance floor was now taking shots out of a girl with fiery red hair’s mouth, running his tongue and lips all over her neck and chest between each one. When he sprinkled more salt on her, I realized why he’d been licking her.
After the third one he looked right into my eyes and winked before putting his mouth to the fourth glass. I shook my head and didn’t even wait for Louis to respond, I went off to find the bathroom on my own. After opening the doors on two couples having sex, I finally started asking more people where to find one. Once I got in, I locked the door and tried to calm myself. I may have heard disgusting stories from my jarhead brothers trying to get a rise out of me when I was young, but hearing it and seeing it are two completely different things.
I stayed in the bathroom until people started pounding on the door and dashed down the long halls trying to avoid looking at the doors to the other rooms I’d already opened. When I rounded a corner I ran right into a broad muscular chest and almost fell on my butt before he caught me.
“I’m so sorry, I –.” I shut my mouth when I looked up and saw those deep green eyes again.
He smiled and I momentarily got distracted by his perfectly straight, white teeth and full lips. Cocking his head to the side, I saw the recognition flash across his face that was soon replaced by a sexy smirk. By the way my heart started pounding, I was sure he’d perfected that look years ago. “Now who are you?”
I blinked and tore my gaze from his mouth and tried to move around him but his hands were still holding me in place.
“What, you’re too good to tell me?”
I thought about the two girls I’d seen him with, and for the first time since running into him, realized there was a new blonde with her arm wrapped around his waist. Wow three girls within half an hour. I raised an eyebrow at him, “Apparently.”
He and the tall blonde scoffed. After releasing my arms he crossed his in front of his chest exposing even more muscles and a good bit of half sleeve tattoos on both arms. His stance may have looked intimidating if his face didn’t appear so shocked and amused. “Excuse me Sweetheart?”
Narrowing my eyes I started to shoulder my way past him, “You’re right, excuse me.”
He let me pass and I made my way back outside, to where most of the activities happening didn’t make me want to shut my eyes and turn away. Gemma said we’d be here all night, and I know it’s childish, but all I want to do is hide out. I found a couple chairs in a dark corner of the backyard and plopped into one. It’s obvious I’m not going to be a fan of parties. I pulled out my phone and texted Carter.
Me - ‘So … I don’t understand why you guys get so excited about parties’
J. Carter - ‘You at one?’
Me - ‘Yep.’
J. Carter - ‘Are you drinking?’
Me - ‘A little.’
J. Carter - ‘… please be careful. I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself. But you’ve never had alcohol before. Don’t let anyone hand you an open drink, and don’t set yours down ever.’
Me - ‘Okay Mom.’
J. Carter - ‘I’m serious Blaze. Be careful.’
I smiled at his nickname for me. I was known for blushing.
Me - ‘I will. Miss you already.’
J. Carter - ‘Same here. No one left this weekend, we’re all too upset knowing you’re gone.’
Me - ‘I doubt that. You’re probably on a date right now, already forgetting about me”
I texted him for what seemed like hours.
“HEY BREE!”
“Hi Louis!” Gemma hugged an already intoxicated looking guy that opened the door. “Louis this is my new roomie Harper, Harper this is Louis.”
“Nice to meet you.” I mumbled.
Before I knew what was happening I was being lifted up in a bear hug. I gasped but refrained the urge to kick him.
“Always a pleasure to have fresh meat here.” He said with a wink before putting me down.
“Easy tiger, she’s off limits to you!” She mock glared and poked him in the chest.
“Aww, come on Bree, don’t be a cock block.”
Raising an eyebrow I almost smiled at him. He's very attractive and was holding a blow up doll.
“Nu-uh, no one that lives in this house is allowed to touch her. I know how you all are. So play nice, kay?”
Louis grumbled and walked away to refill his plastic cup. Gemma leaned in to speak in my ear, “I’m not gonna lie and tell you they aren’t all like that, practically every guy that lives in this house is just as bad as him, and most of the guys that will be here tonight are too. I’ll tell you who’s safe and who isn’t.”
I smiled at her, “Thanks Gemma, I’ll owe you.”
She scrunched her brows together and teased me, “Want a drink?”
Agreeing, I walked with her to a group hovered around one of the kegs. After getting a beer and forcing half the cup down to get the bad taste over with as fast as possible, I followed her out to the back yard to meet more people. I don’t remember most their names, but I got picked up and carried around more times than I cared to count, and was gawked at by every guy I met. Gemma assured me it was because I looked good, but I was already wishing I’d worn a sweatshirt and jeans and cursing my tiny frame . Gemma seemed so at ease with the way guys were touching her and raking their eyes over us, and I didn’t understand how she could do it. I no longer felt beautiful, I felt exactly like what Louis called me. Meat. I was halfway through my second beer of the night when I was pulled onto the dance floor by Gemma and a few others.
I’d never felt so out of place in my life. Just watching the way these people were groping each other was making my cheeks burn, I tried to follow Gemma's lead but I ended up just stumbling around from people rubbing up against me.
I turned my head to see the most recent encounter and found myself being glared at by the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. Taking in the rest of him I could see I’d gotten in the way of his dry humping with a busty blonde and tried to quickly move away. Pointing to the kitchen when Gemma tried to stop me, I slowly made my way through the packed bodies and out of the living room.
“What’s up Harper?”
I turned to see Louis standing beside me. “Uh, nothing. Just had to get out of that.” I said pointing over my shoulder.
“You don’t like to dance?” You call that dancing?
“Not really my thing.”
Louis put an arm on each side of me trapping me against the counter and pressing his body into mine. “Is there anything else I can I interest you in?” Not you.
“Is there a bathroom I can use?”
As soon as I asked, a bunch of guys started chanting and I turned to see what the fuss was about. My eyes about bulged out of my head when I did. The same guy I’d last bumped into on the dance floor was now taking shots out of a girl with fiery red hair’s mouth, running his tongue and lips all over her neck and chest between each one. When he sprinkled more salt on her, I realized why he’d been licking her.
After the third one he looked right into my eyes and winked before putting his mouth to the fourth glass. I shook my head and didn’t even wait for Louis to respond, I went off to find the bathroom on my own. After opening the doors on two couples having sex, I finally started asking more people where to find one. Once I got in, I locked the door and tried to calm myself. I may have heard disgusting stories from my jarhead brothers trying to get a rise out of me when I was young, but hearing it and seeing it are two completely different things.
I stayed in the bathroom until people started pounding on the door and dashed down the long halls trying to avoid looking at the doors to the other rooms I’d already opened. When I rounded a corner I ran right into a broad muscular chest and almost fell on my butt before he caught me.
“I’m so sorry, I –.” I shut my mouth when I looked up and saw those deep green eyes again.
He smiled and I momentarily got distracted by his perfectly straight, white teeth and full lips. Cocking his head to the side, I saw the recognition flash across his face that was soon replaced by a sexy smirk. By the way my heart started pounding, I was sure he’d perfected that look years ago. “Now who are you?”
I blinked and tore my gaze from his mouth and tried to move around him but his hands were still holding me in place.
“What, you’re too good to tell me?”
I thought about the two girls I’d seen him with, and for the first time since running into him, realized there was a new blonde with her arm wrapped around his waist. Wow three girls within half an hour. I raised an eyebrow at him, “Apparently.”
He and the tall blonde scoffed. After releasing my arms he crossed his in front of his chest exposing even more muscles and a good bit of half sleeve tattoos on both arms. His stance may have looked intimidating if his face didn’t appear so shocked and amused. “Excuse me Sweetheart?”
Narrowing my eyes I started to shoulder my way past him, “You’re right, excuse me.”
He let me pass and I made my way back outside, to where most of the activities happening didn’t make me want to shut my eyes and turn away. Gemma said we’d be here all night, and I know it’s childish, but all I want to do is hide out. I found a couple chairs in a dark corner of the backyard and plopped into one. It’s obvious I’m not going to be a fan of parties. I pulled out my phone and texted Carter.
Me - ‘So … I don’t understand why you guys get so excited about parties’
J. Carter - ‘You at one?’
Me - ‘Yep.’
J. Carter - ‘Are you drinking?’
Me - ‘A little.’
J. Carter - ‘… please be careful. I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself. But you’ve never had alcohol before. Don’t let anyone hand you an open drink, and don’t set yours down ever.’
Me - ‘Okay Mom.’
J. Carter - ‘I’m serious Blaze. Be careful.’
I smiled at his nickname for me. I was known for blushing.
Me - ‘I will. Miss you already.’
J. Carter - ‘Same here. No one left this weekend, we’re all too upset knowing you’re gone.’
Me - ‘I doubt that. You’re probably on a date right now, already forgetting about me”
I texted him for what seemed like hours.
Notes
Well that went well...I think(:
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1/15/14