The Bad Boy’s Girl

Sarah's pov


I sat in the passenger side of the car, looking out the window, wearing a purple dress, a dark colored that made the night sky look as if it created a beautiful mix. I never wore it, I foujd it in my closet, I forgot what I was suppose to wear it for.

Harry was next to me, wearing a plain white t shirt, driving. He told me that the party was out of town, I should have never said that I would go. I sighed softly.

He car trip felt like forever, i rest my head on the window, closing my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep, we are going to a party." He said, moving his hand to my thigh and I jumped. he removed his hand shortly after. "we are almost there."

I looked ahead at the road and I had a flash of lights, I had began to get nervous because I know that that was it.

"Harry I change my mind." I blurted.

"Come on." He said, slowly.

I I was nervous, not for the party, but what if someone tries to hook up with me, or poison me.

"This isn't a good idea." I said shaking my head, as he pulled up and parallel parked next to the house. I felt my stomach drop when he parked the car.

"Come on, he said putting his key in his back pocket. He opened the door, opening mine softly after.

I stepped out feeling the air hit me. It was much cooler here. Harry's green eyes locking with mine. When he closed the door. I let out a quiet whimper. I followed beside him, trying to be brave.

"You will enjoy yourself I promise." He said with confidence.

"If I get drugged, I'm blaming you." I snapped.

He smirked, "you just have to trust me." He turned the job to the door, the lights and music blaring in my face. i grab his wrist he looks down at me confused.

"I'm trusting you." I spoke nervously.

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