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Chapter 6

Kaylin's P.O.V


"Party at my place! Everyone is invited!" I heard someone shout in the crowded hallway. A lot of kids hollered and cheered. I thought of going to the party. I haven't been to one ever since middle school. As I was walking, I looked around and immediately spotted Harry.


I pushed past people in order to get to the tall, curly haired boy. "Harry!" I called out, earning a few gasps. His head turned as he spotted me. He waited until I finally caught up to him.


"People are staring at you like you have two fricken heads. Go away, Kaylin," He whispered, looking down at the ground.


I frowned before responding, "I don't care."


"Well, you should." He turned around. I surprisingly caught his wrist and pulled him back.


"Why can't you just talk to me?" I questioned him.


"Trust me, you don't want to talk to a guy like me." He glared before walking away. I sighed and decided on going to the party. It would at least get my mind off of him.


•••


I ignored Harry's presence in the halls the whole day. Why am I so upset over a simple boy? I shook my head and pushed those thoughts away. It had finally turned 10:00. My parents were already in bed, so I snuck out of the window, again.


I jogged to where the party was taking place at. I entered the house and roamed around. The speakers were really loud as they blasted pop music. I walked around until I found a table full of red solo cups with some type of liquid in them. I picked one up and took a sip.


I pulled a disgusting face before chugging it down my throat. I spotted a familiar mop of brown curls; but I ignored it and decided to drink another cup. One after another, I stumbled onto the dance floor, absentmindedly grinding on a stranger. He suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand, dragging me somewhere. We stumbled up the steps and he dragged me into a room.


I was too drunk to realize what was going on. He started to suck on my neck after he pushed me against the wall. I moaned and suddenly the bedroom door slammed open. The stranger was pulled off of me and pushed to the ground. The familiar figure sat on top of him and gave him a hard punch before getting up and walking over to me.


"G-Get awaay from me," I slurred, my vision a bit blurred. I finally realized that it was Harry. "You dickhead! Why would you do that! You sure as hell have noo right to punch him!" My drunken self yelled at him. He looked pissed but I didn't care. "What's your problem, Harry!" He suddenly picked me up and threw my on his shoulder.


I screamed and kicked as he walked downstairs and through the crowd, drawing a lot of attention. He walked out of the door and over to what I was guessing, was his car. He placed me in the passengers seat and buckled me up. He slammed the door shut and walked over to the drivers side before stepping in the car. I furiously pulled on the door handle, demanding him to unlock the door and let me go.


I suddenly gave up as he pulled away from the party. I sat back and instantly, sleep consumed me.


•••


I opened my eyes, a painful headache shooting through my head. I looked forward and noticed the room was unfamiliar. This wasn't my room. I started to hyperventilate, trying to recall the memories of yesterday. All I knew was that I went to the party, and took a drink before taking another; I guess I had gotten carried away with how many drinks I chugged down my throat.


I turned over to my other side where a boy had been laying. He was facing me, half of his face buried in the blue pillow. I recognized that it was Harry. I looked down at my body and sighed in relief. I was fully clothed in the outfit I wore to the party.


His nose twitched in a cute way before he scrunched his face and opened his eyes. They instantly met mine.


"Why am I in your bed?" I whispered, hoping my breath didn't wreak.


"You were about to have drunk sex with one of the jocks, I saved you, You got mad and so I took you back to my place where you passed out." He answered, staring into my eyes.


"Wow. Uh, thanks." I mumbled, shocked that I almost practically got raped . . . Again. He nodded and pulled the covers off of his body. He stood up and I took this time to notice, he was only wearing his boxers. I couldn't help but stare at his abs and all of the tattoos on his body. I heard him laugh, causing me to blush and look him in the eyes. He smiled and grabbed a white shirt, pulling it over his head.


"Hungry?" He asked. I slightly nodded and stood up. I followed him out of his room and down the stairs. I stared at the back of his head, picturing my hands running through those irresistible curls. My eyes lowered to his buff arms. They swayed as he walked through the hall and down the steps. The strength they hold, could knock someone out with one punch.


We entered the kitchen and Harry immediately retrieved pancake mix. I smiled as we began to make pancakes together.


"Harry?" I spoke up.


"Yeah?"


"Why do you have so many tattoos?" I asked.


"I swear, majority of time I'm with you you ask questions," He smiled. I picked up a hot pancake and slapped him in the arm with it. "Hey! What the fuck?" He glared at me.


"Oh, lighten up and have fun, Harry." I laughed.


"How is slapping me with a pancake fun?" He questioned.


"I meant for me. Not for you," I teased, laughing hysterically.


"Ha, ha! That was so funny," He placed the pancakes on a plate and poured syrup on them. I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.


"It's like you don't even know the definition of fun," I took the plate and set it on the table.


"It's not in my vocabulary." He shrugged, placing more pancakes on a different plate.


"I bet you $1000 that 'fuck' is the only word in your 'vocabulary'," I said, air-quoting, vocabulary.


"I don't have that kind of money to pay you. Sorry, babe," He sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat his pancakes. I struggled to suppress a smile once the nickname 'babe' had escaped his lips. I sat down and ate the plate full of pancakes in front of me.


"Hey, do you live with anyone?" I suddenly asked, now realizing it was just us in this big house. He shrugged and shook his head, staring down at his plate. "Oh," I mumbled. I could tell it was a touchy subject, so I let it go. He stood up and walked towards the sink.


He placed it in the sink and leaned his back against the counter with his arms crossed. I finished and walked over to the sink. I washed both of our plates and put it in the dishwasher. "You didn't have to wash mine." He mumbled.


"Well, I did anyways," I smiled. He looked up from the ground and stared at me.


"Why are you the only one being nice to me? I don't even know you," He asked.


"You've never done anything to me. Why should I hate you if you've never talked to me or touched me. I don't know you either, but I want to," I confessed. He thought for a while before grabbing his keys on the counter.


"I think I should get you home. Your parents are probably worried," He muttered before walking over to the door. Did I say something? He's been nothing but serious towards me. I sighed and found my vans. I pulled them on and followed Harry over to his car in the driveway.


The whole ride was silent, almost like the first time I was in his car. It was as if he had the directions to my house permanently edged into his brain. I didn't have to remind him where to turn like my so called friend, Cara. He pulled into the driveway and I unbuckled myself before opening the door and stepping out.


"Thank you, so much Harry." I smiled at him and closed the car door. I walked up the driveway and opened the front door. I closed the door and watched as my mom ran over to me, tears spilling down her cheeks.


"Where have you been!" She shrieked, pulling me into a hug. My sister and my dad suddenly emerged from the kitchen with glares on their faces.


"I'm so sorry, mom! I went over to Cara's and had a sleepover because we thought it would be fun," I frowned.


"I called Cara's mom. She told me Cara was out with Tony and and a few other people," she scolded me.


"Fine, alright! I was with my friend, Harry," If I can even call him a friend right now.


"We don't want you seeing people we've never met. Either bring him over for dinner or never talk to him." She crossed her arms. I sighed in frustration.


"Ok! I'll invite him on Monday!" I ran up the steps and slammed my door shut. I really hope he agrees; I was looking forward to seeing him again. Even though he probably doesn't want to see me.