Hideous. Absolutely hideous. Everything in my closet is pure rubbish. I hunt through every clothing I find in my item and nothing is good enough for a party. Elizabeth has a good taste, maybe I should call her. But I'm afraid she'll pick something too short or exposed because that's her style. I shouldn't overthink this. Before even thinking, I'm calling Beth to settle me in a good dress.

"Hi Beth, can you help me pick an outfit for tonight? I have nothing in my closet thats good enough," I talk in the speaker.

"Of course! Should I pick you up?"

"Sure, if you don't mind."

"Okay, I'm on my way. Bye."

"See you," and on that phone we both hang up.

My mother said it is alright for me to go out. I just have to be home by 9 at midnight since it is a school night.

Beth ends up driving us both to her house to find a dress.

"How about this one?" Beth holds up a black dress with the back and thighs too exposed. I shake my head.

"This one?" She shows me a blue dress that has too much glitter. I shake my head once again.

"This is perfect!" She smiles and takes out a laced red skater dress... it's too exposed from it's thighs. I shake my head for the third time.

"Oh come on! Just because it's not until the knees down doesn't mean its sexual. Please wear this," Beth pleads.

"Are you kidding? I'm not gonna wear that. You can practically see my underwear if I bend down ."

"It's not like you're bending down anytime soon," she winks.

"Gross Beth, I meant if I bend down to grab something I dropped."
"I know what you meant, I was just joking with you," she laughs. "Don't you wanna feel sexy for once?"

"I guess," my cheeks flush and turn into the color of the dress.

"Then you're wearing this," she tosses the laced dress on her bed.

She always makes me do what she want's. "Fine," I sigh.

I don't mind changing with my best friend in the room so I go ahead and strip my jeans and top off. I put the dress on and grasp its hem down so my thighs won't be that exposed.

"You look amazing Bella!" Beth exclaims.

"You really think so?

"Yeah, now let's get your hair curled."

After Beth curling my hair and having my makeup done I can't feel but feel good-looking but a some what uncomfortable because of the length of Beth's dress that I'm wearing. I wear these low red heels because I'm not used to wearing high heels.

I adjust the red lipstick that is placed on my lips in the mirror.

"Alright, the boys are here. They'll be driving us to the party," Beth says. Boys? What boys?

"Who?"

"You'll meet them. You'll get along," she half answers my question.

"Okay."

Beth and I enter her apartment elevator and move down to the first floor. We stop outside next to a black Audi.

I can see two boys sitting at the front of car but there's no one in the back.

Beth opens the car door for me to go in and she enters right after I do.

"Bella, this is Niall," she points at the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy that's sitting in the driver's seat.

"Hey," He says.

"Hello," I shyly smile.

"And this is Zayn," she points towards the black-haired boy. We bother greet and the car drives.

It took at least ten minutes to arrive at our destination. There is a big house in front of my view and there are people holding red cups outside. It sure is crowded.

"Here we are," the blond-haired boy says.

We all get out of the car and walk towards the inside of the house. The house looked wide but it all was crowded with drunken people and girls dancing and grinding on men. Me, Beth, and the boys sit on a spacious couch with other people.

"Hey I'm gonna go get some fresh air," I tell Beth over the loud music.

"Okay, I'm right here if you need me."

I bump into a few people before I finally am outside. I inhale the air and exhale it slowly.
I decide to go back inside and find Beth. I go to the same spacious couch I was sitting on before to fidn her. Weird, she said she'll be here.

"Hey umm do you know where Elizabeth is?" I ask the blond-haired boy.

"I think she went upstairs," he says.

I go up the stairs and walk on the lobby filled with the smell of nicotine and alcohol, Who would throw such a party? I think to myself. I try to see if shes in any of the rooms here. I try to open the first one but it's locked along with the other two more that I try to open.

I attempt to open another one and it opens and I see the one and only Harry putting a loose t-shirt on. I take a moment to look at all his tattoos on his skin. Perfection. Absolute perfection. I seem to realise that he is looking at me, too. He focuses on my thighs for what it seems like minutes and then his eyes travel up to my eyes.

Oh god. I quickly pull the hem of my dress down to cover most of my thighs.
"Uh I'm so sorry. I d-didn't mean to barge in. I'll just go," my cheeks flush harder tan it did when I was at Beth's house.

As I try to close the door he speaks, "Stay."

"W-what?"

"Keep me company," his raspy voice says. He sits on the bed and pats the space next to him informing me to sit down.

I slowly close the door and sit next to him. My dress slowly rides up a little as I sit and I can tell he's still looking.

"What's your name?" He asks. Why would he want to know my name? Does he even know that I'm in his Chemistry class?

"Isabella. I prefer Bella..."

"You're from that class."

"Chemistry, yes."

"Hmm... you're here alone?"

"No actually, my friend is downstairs, She's the one who invited me to this stupid party," I sigh.

"My party is stupid?"

"W-what? You threw this party?" I ask as my cheek flush crimson.

"Sure did. Never expected you to like it."

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you one of those daddy's good little girl?" He says coldly.

"I don't know."

"Oh so if I fuck you, you won't mind?" He says. I'm taken back by his harsh words.

"Excuse me?" I say harshly.

"You heard me."

"Of course I would mind! I'm sorry that I'm not the slut you wish to have!" I half yell and get up from my seat and head for the door.

He gets ahold of my wrist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Please sit down."

I huff and do as he commands.

"Why are you wearing this?" He says and puts his hand on the clothing of the dress that's on my thighs.

"That's none of your business," I reply.

"Is that so?" He says as his hands move up to my back.

I stay quiet and bite my lip, a habit of mine when I get nervous.

"You like this?" Harry says as he massages my back with both his hands. Its such a good strategy, Where did he learn this from?

"It feels go-," I get interrupted by Elizabeth barging in.

"There you are, I've been looking..." She pauses as she sees what's happening between Harry and I. "Oh," a smile creeps up her lips, "oh, I'm just gonna go downstairs, find me at the couch," she closes the door.

I am still sitting on the bed dumbfounded. Harry's hands are off my back by now.

"I have to go," I stand up and adjust my dress.

"See you tomorrow, Isabella."

"It's Bella... Bye, Harry."

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