*Louis' POV*
I change out of my pajamas and put on a new pair of jeans that I haven't worn yet. They are a little tighter than my usual pants, but I'm in desperate need of a trip to the laundry room, so I don't have much of a choice. My shirt is a simple black button-up, sleeveless shirt with lace trim on the shoulders.
"Wow, I actually like your outfit a lot," Nick tells me. I smile and he tries to offer me eyeliner again.
"Not this time," I tell him, remembering how it smeared from my tears last time. Why did I agree to go back to that frat house again?
"Okay. Molly is picking us up instead of Melanie,she just texted that she'll be here any minute."
"I don't think she likes me," I say as I checking myself out in the mirror.
Nick cocks his head to one side. "What? She does. She's just bitchy and too honest sometimes. And I think she is "intimidated by you."
"Intimidated? By me? Why on earth would she be intimidated by me?" I say and laugh. Nick clearly has this backward.
"I think just because you're so different from us," he says and smiles. I know I'm different from them, but to me they are the "different" ones. "Don't worry about her, though; she'll be occupied tonight."
"By Harry ?" I ask before I can stop myself. I continue to look at the mirror, but I can't help but notice the way he is looking at me with one eyebrow raised.
"No, by Zayn probably. She changes guys every week."
That's a harsh thing to say about a friend, but he just smiles and adjusts his top.
"She isn't dating Harry?" The image of them making out on the bed comes to mind.
"No way. Harry doesn't date. He fucks with a lot of girls, but he doesn't date anyone. Ever."
"Oh," is all I manage to say."
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"THE PARTY TONIGHT is the same as last week. The lawn and house are crowded with drunk people everywhere. Why didn't I just stay in and stare at my ceiling?
"Molly disappears as soon as we arrive, and I end up getting a spot on the couch and am sitting there for at least an hour when Harry walks by.
"You look... different," he says after a short pause. His eyes rake down my body and back up to rest on my face. He doesn't even try to be subtle about the way he's assessing me. I stay silent until his eyes meet mine. "Your clothes actually fit you tonight."
"I roll my eyes and adjust my shirt, suddenly wishing I was wearing my normal loose clothing.
"It's a surprise to see you here."
"I'm a bit surprised that I ended up here again," I say and walk away from him. He doesn't follow, but for some reason I find myself wishing he would have.
A few hours later, Nick is drunk again. Well, as much as everyone else is.
"Let's play Truth or Dare," Zayn slurs and their small group of friends gather around the couch. Molly passes a bottle of clear alcohol to Melanie and she takes a swig. Harry's hand is so large that it covers his entire red cup as he takes a sip. Another punk-looking girl joins the game, making it Harry , Zayn , Melanie, Melanie roommate Vanessa, Molly, Steph, and the new girl.
I'm just thinking that a drunken game of Truth or Dare can't possibly end well when Molly says with a wicked smile,"
"You should play, too, Louis ."
"No, I'd rather not," I tell her and focus my attention on a brown stain on the carpet."
"To actually play, she would have to stop being a prude for five minutes," Harry tells them and they all laugh except Nick . His words anger me. I am not a prude. Yeah, I will admit I'm not by any means wild, but I'm not some cloistered nun. I glare at Harry and sit down cross-legged in their little circle, between Melanie and another girl. Harry laughs and whispers something to Zayn before they start.
"The first few truths and dares include Zayn being dared to chug an entire can of beer, Molly being dared to flash her bare chest to the group, which she does, and Nick revealing the truth that his nipples are pierced.
"Truth or dare, Louis ?" Harry asks and I gulp.
"Truth?" I squeak.
He laughs and mutters, "Of course," but I ignore him as Melanie rubs her hands together.
"Okay. Are you... a virgin?" Zayn asks, and I choke. No one seems fazed by the intrusive question besides me. I feel the heat in my cheeks and the humor in everyone's faces.
"Well?" Harry presses. Despite how much I want to run away and hide, I just nod. Of course I'm a virgin,the furthest Briana and I have gone is making out and some slight groping, over our clothes, of course.
"Still, no one seems outright surprised by my answer, just intrigued.
"So you have been dating Elijah for two years and you haven't had sex?" Nick asks, and I shift uncomfortably.
I just shake my head. "Harry's turn," I say quickly, hoping to take the attention off myself."
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