She sat on the ledge of her window in silence, the breeze of the wind blowing through her short platinum colored hair. She let out a deep sigh, they were fighting again. She rolled her eyes harshly and bit the inside of her cheek. When were they not fighting she questioned herself. A loud ding interrupted her from her thoughts. She pulled herself back into her room, the fighting grew louder as she checked her phone.
"you still coming tonight? we can't have a killer party without THE Claire Mathews" her best friend Marco texted her.
"wouldn't miss it for the world, i'll be there in twenty" she typed back.
She took one last look in the mirror over looking her outfit, simple yet it did her justice. Light wash skinny jeans that hugged tightly to her hips, a light blue top off the shoulder top that made her eyes shine as bright as the stars. She grabbed her phone and wasted no time running down the stairs past her parents. She knew they wouldn't notice that she was gone because they never did.
Claire pushed her way out of her front door and the California heat fell lightly on her skin making her smile to herself. She began walking down the block to Marco's house. They had been best friends since before they could remember, she could not wait to get to his party and drown her thoughts away. She picked up her pace as she rounded the corner, she looked down to check her phone and felt her body collide into someone else.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" she began mumbling feeling flustered.
"Not to worry love" said a deep voice lightly laughing
Claire looked up at him, dark curly hair, and a killer jawline. Her mouth was agape.
"uuuuh" she muttered speechless
He let out a cool laugh, "The names Harry, Harry Styles" he said taking her hand in his and giving it a good shake.
"Claire, Claire Mathews" she said quietly trying to refrain from blushing.
Her phone buzzed in her other hand breaking her gaze from his. "Shit" she mumbled "i've got to get going" she said taking her hand from his and running her hands through her hair. "See you around Styles" she waved as she started walking quicker towards Marco's house.
"Oh you'll definitely see more of me Princess" Harry mumbled though his lips as he smirked.
Claire looked down at her phone to clearly read the message from Marco.
"Where are you at Mathews?"
"On my way...got sidetracked" she quickly texted back.
She picked up her pace and walked to Marco's house quicker than she ever had before. She reached the quaint Beverly Hills home and could hear the music from a good block away. She reached for the door knob and let herself into the crowded living room.
Music blasted over the speakers and she could barley hear Marco scream out her name.
"Mathews!!" Marco yelled loudly
"Hey!" Claire smiled brightly at her bestfriend
Marco grabbed her hand and lead her into the kitchen. "God it's been a bore without you here" he sighed.
"It looks pretty killer, you've outdone yourself Marco Davis. But i'm confused where are your groupies" Claire snorted back a laugh.
"They are not my groupies Claire, just because they want a slice of THE Marco Davis doesn't mean they're gonna get it. I have myself reserved for the beautiful Jennifer Aniston" he said matter of factly.
"Keep on dreaming" she laughed loudly.
Marco scoffed, "Take this Claire, it'll lighten up you're attitude" Marco sneered hanging Claire a cup.
After all her years of friendship she learned to trust Marco's alcoholic intuition so she bottomed the drink rather quickly. She licked her lips at the taste of strawberries as her throat began to tickle. "Ahh, wise choice there Marco. You know i'm a sucker for smirnoff" she giggled lightly.
"Do you remember when we were sixteen and we got into your parents liquor cabinet and we tried it for the first time?" Marco asked Claire as he nudged her shoulder.
"Yeah I remember, you cried because the taste burnt your throat, and you chased it with apple juice" Claire snorted pouting more into her cup.
Marco laughed, "Well don't get too fucked up Claire, but if you do, you know you're welcome to stay" he said patting her on the shoulder and turning on his heel out of the kitchen.
Claire downed another cup and decided to ditch the typical red solo cup and just grab the bottle. She pushed her way into the living room and began dancing sloppily to the ear of the music. She scanned the room for possible targets of the night. Her eyes landed on an innocent looking blonde in the corner, his eyes were kind and he had a good smile. She shook her head in disapproval. She adverts her gaze to door where a not so fresh face stepped in the door. Harry. He leaned up against the wall and scanned the crowd with his brilliant green eyes. His eyes stopped when they met hers. He smirked widely and made his way though the crowd.
"Long time no see Claire" he smiled down at her.
"Hasn't it only been like thirty minutes Styles?" she laughed questioningly.
"It's been too long Princess, you look a little trashed" he said looking down at her once again.
His bright green eyes fell on her blue ones, his gaze felt like fire and she couldn't help but love the feeling. She shook her hair loosely and smiled up at him, "Dance with me Daddy" she smirked.
