[COMPLETE] Alexis Pierce is best friends with Gemma Styles, they are inseparable you could say. But always being over at her house has some pros to it. That's her brother, Harry Styles. Alexis finds herself falling for him, and maybe, just maybe he...
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Alexis Pierce Harry still didn't answer me; Louis told me he's sick of being lead on for it to end into nothing. I do feel bad but I can't keep forcing myself into things for his pleasure, he should know that by now.
Louis told me what he said and it's angering me now.
I got kinda mad at that, I get he's mad but he doesn't need to take it out on Louis. Louis didn't do anything; he said it's his fault but it's actually mine that I got carried away even though I wasn't ready to actually do if.
Louis needs to stop blaming himself.
And Harry and I just had our first fight. Maybe?
I don't know if I would count the Gemma picking stuff out for me a fight but if you do then it's our second. I hate fighting with anyone, Louis, Gemma, Harry.
It was over text, we both disagreed. But I cried, call me a wimp or whatever, it wasn't a nice feeling. Not to mention I was going to this party and I wanted to get drunk, like pissed.
This time I wore what I wanted and Gemma or Louis were there to help me, I chose it out myself. It was a black dress, longer than the one I wore on our date but still short, thin spaghetti straps and a silk material. I then paired it with heels, I didn't plan to get Harry's attention at all, I did this for myself.
And when I got there, I almost couldn't stand in there. There was everything going on. There were so many people here, the whole school, and it was like a frat house. There was music, LED lights, alcohol, drugs, sex, kegs — anything you can think of, it was there.
I saw Harry with his friends, he didn't look drunk. Every time I looked at him, I took a shot, Louis finally showed up with Dylan. We found our place in the kitchen, I was sat on the counter, drunk of my ass and Louis with Dylan.
I feel so much better, so much relief. I then feel someone sit in the bench next to me. I look at who it was and at first I thought it was Harry but it wasn't. Blue eyes, brown hair, a disgusting person in my opinion. "Hey," Tristan says softly.
I smile. "Hi," I smile.
"How are you?"
"Fucking awesome," I breathe out, finishing my drink. I notice it's empty and look inside it, pouting.
"Can I get you another drink?"
I've seen how things end like this.
"Um...no thanks," I decline.
"Why?"
"I don't want another one," I lie, I did but I don't want him to get me it, he could put something in it.
"Fine," he shrugs. I sniff, looking down. "You look good," he smile, I look up at him and smile too.
