This is a DOUBLE UPDATE btw so make sure you read the chapter before.
"I don't want to be here." I whine.
"Oh c'mon babe, it'll be fun." Dylan teases.
We get our of the car and I can already hear the music playing and the young adults partying.
We walk to the door and let ourselves in because this is Louis' house and there's no need for asking.
"I'm going to get us some drinks." Dylan informs me.
"So you guys really did come." Louis says putting his arms in either sides of my head.
"Louis are you okay?" I ask.
"Fuck, you're wearing my shirt." Louis says tucking his nose into my neck.
"Are you drunk?" I ask pushing him off. He doesn't look drunk and I don't smell any alcohol.
"Obviously. Would I do this if I were sober? C'mon harry you know it's not like that." Louis says rolling his eyes.
Um okay what the fuck.
I find Dylan and he's drinking, talking to some girl.
"This is my boyfriend, Harry." He says introducing me.
"This is my friend Abigail. We work together." He tells me.
"I'm actually the party hosts girlfriend." She giggles.
"Louis?" I ask.
"Yeah. You know him?" She asks.
"Uh, yeah.." I tell her.
"I'm going to the restroom." I tell him already uncomfortable in the sweaty atmosphere.
I go to the bathroom but there's some girl giving a guy head, so I resort to Lotties room... where a couple are fucking.
I decide Louis' room. There will be no one in there. He told me he didn't need it cleaned for parties because it was off-limits to guests.
But was that all I was now? A guest? oh-fucking-well.
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It's been half an hour and neither Dylan or Louis have come looking for me.
I don't know why I would expect Louis too, but Dylan. Maybe he just wanted to party, there's nothing wrong with that.
I stay there until the party begins to die down.
The door opens.
"I finally found you." Dylan says out of breath.
He walks over to Louis' bed and starts to kiss me.
I kiss back and I can taste alcohol on his lips, but who cares. He pushes my down and begins kissing my neck.
"Dylan." I moan his name.
He begins to take off my shirt, well Louis' shirt, and I let him.
We continue to make out and he rubs his hands over my chest.
He goes for pants and I stop.
"No." I tell him.
He sits back.
"Why the fuck not?" He ask.
"It was going so good why the fuck won't you let me. We've been together for months and I know you want this as much as I do."
"I don't." I tell him.
"Yes you do!" He tells me.
"No, Dylan I really don't." I whisper.
He looks sad.
"Okay, I told you I'm not going to force you. I love you, but I think we need a break if you can't commit to this." He tells me sadly.
"No-no Dylan please don't. I'm sorry I just don't-"
"No having sex in my fucking room get the fuck out!" Louis' voice yells.
"I was just leaving." Dylan says getting of the bed and leaving the room.
Louis slams his door shut.
"You were really going to fuck him in my room!?" Louis asks angrily.
"Don't think you're fucking special you know I have rules." Louis continues.
"I can't fucking believe you Harry you are a fucking-"
"Are you crying?"
Was I? Oh, I guess I am.
Louis walks over to his bed.
"Were you here the whole party?" He asks.
I nod my head, I can't speak.
He brings his hand to my face.
"You know, I fucking miss you." He tells me.
He leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back. This is all I used to want and deep down I still want it. But I am in a relationship- was.
I climb on his lap and push him back. We continue to kiss and I can't taste any alcohol, but I can feel my own tears.
"Stop." He whispers against my lips.
But I don't because I fucking deserve this.
"Harry, stop." He whispers again grabbing my waist.
I fall down on him and cry and I think it's hours I spend crying, but he holds me the whole time. And I fall asleep like that, crying in his arms.
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Aye aye aye it's here. I've been excited for this specific chapter.
Thanks for reading I'll be in May 2019. jk, hopefully.. 😂
Also Dylan is not an asshole okay he's just a horny teen. :/

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