Fallen Angel

Chapter Five: Party

Chapter Five: Party

I lock my door behind me, after slipping my key into the pocket of my jeans. I didn’t take a purse or anything with me because I thought there was no point since I only live on the floor above from Niall and Harry’s apartment, and I don’t need to take my phone because there is no one who would text me or call me. So, all I have is my key in my pocket and that’s it. I don’t plan on touching up on my make-up either because I just really don’t care about it.

I walk down the hallway, and I notice two people walking to the elevator also, who are dressed up too. I make my way to the elevator, to join those people who just stepped into it. We all awkwardly stand inside of the elevator. I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans, whilst I bite my lip. I’m in here with a pretty blonde girl who looks around my age, and a man who looks like he’s in his early thirties, tops. The elevator dings a few seconds later, and the minute we get on the floor of Harry and Niall’s apartment, all you can hear is loud party music that’s been muffled down a little because of the walls and the door that’s shut. We all head over to their apartment, the girl and guy I came down here with just walk in and I follow behind them.

Heroes by Alesso featuring Tove Lo, is playing. The room is dark but it’s lit up, slightly, by neon, flashing lights. There’s a lot of people in here, squeezed into an apartment, everyone’s dancing, and jumping about with red cups in their hands. I scoot closer to a wall, and I lean against it, awkwardly. I’m honestly so lost. I look around to see if I can find Niall or Harry but I can’t seem to see them in sight. It’s awkward because I don’t know what to do here, and I don’t know anyone here either. The only person I know who I can see is here is the receptionist lady who’s dancing on a table with a guy. She’s rubbing against him, in some weird way and I choose to look away from it. But, that doesn’t even count because I don’t even know her name, I just know she exists and I’ve spoken to her like three times.

I bite my lip due to my small nerves. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. My eyes scan around the place in search of those two cheery boys. I then ditch that wall and I move around, through sweaty bodies, and past people who are swaying about to Bruno Mars’s, Young Girls. I turn around after being tapped on my shoulder, and I come face to face with Harry.

“Hey!” He exclaimed with a smile. “You came, Niall and I didn’t think you were actually going to come along.” I shrug my shoulders, and I return the smile.

“I thought maybe it’d be good to hang out in a different scene.” I admitted. Harry nods his head, before taking a sip out of his red cup.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked. “We have Vodka or Jack.” I go to shake my head, but then the words ‘Live a little’ pop into my head, so I begin to nod instead.

“Uh, sure.”

“Vodka or Jack?” He asked, yelling over the loud music.

“Vodka, please.” I yelled over the music. He presses his hand on the small of back, and he keeps it there as we weave through the crowd to get to wherever the drinks are. We get to a table filled with stacks of red and blue cups, and bottles of Vodka and Jack. He grabs a cup, and hands it to me before pouring a full cup of Vodka. I’ve never even tried alcohol before, how the hell am I going to drink a whole cup of it.

“Thanks.” I said, giving Harry a smile.

“No problem.” He replied, giving me a dimpled smile. “You look nice, by the way. Usually when I see you here, you’re in UGG’s and sweatpants. It’s nice seeing your dressed up.” My cheeks heat up at this simple compliment; a guy hasn’t complimented me like that before. I then notice the way Harry’s dressed; he’s wearing black dress pants and a white dress top with black shoes. His dress top has the first few buttons undone, and his sleeves are rolled up. His usual brown side swept brown curls are swept up into a quiff. I smile at him, so I don’t look like some freak that’s taking in his appearance, even though that’s what I’m doing.