Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

20. Never Have I Ever

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"What are you doing?" he asks, and all eyes now shift to me.

"I-I don't know..." I answer as our limo pulls away slowly.

I don't know what I was thinking in trying to get out of the car. What would I even say to Harry? I don't even know what I believe anymore with any of the rumours written about him. Nothing they said of me was true, besides the fact that I'm Australian, so this could possibly be the case with Harry. Have I made a huge mistake? Either way, I don't think it would be ideal in speaking to him in this drunken state of mine.

"Why don't we all play a game?" Poppy suggests.

Unanimously we settle on 'Never Have I Ever.' I haven't ever played before, so Dom explains the rules.

"So basically we go around in a circle, and the first person says something that they've never done before. If anyone has done the act, than you take a shot of vodka."

Max speaks up. "Except we don't have vodka."

Francesca then proudly pulls a vodka bottle from her bag, which she has clearly stolen from the event. Her and Dom share an intimate kiss and I shift uncomfortably in my seat and look away.

"Okay, I'll start," Dom declares. "Never have I ever... had séx before."

Everyone calls bullshît as they know it's not true, and when the vodka is passed to me I hold up my hand to skip over me.

This is the second time within only minutes that everyone turns their full attention to me. I can feel Max scrutinising me intently while Dom slow claps.

"Nice one!" Dom laughs. "New girl almost had me there!"

I can sense Poppy's frustration as the attention shifts to someone other than herself for once in her life.

"No, it's actually true," I say, ashamed. "I'm a virgin," except I mumble over the word virgin.

Max cannot even feign disinterest as he has his full attention on me now, and Dom pipes up again,

"So you mean to tell me that someone who looks like that hasn't gotten laid yet?"

Francesca elbows him and I am desperate for the next round.

"So why haven't you?" Max asks, and I can feel his burning eyes on me.

"This isn't truth or dare Max. There's nothing in the rules about having to elaborate."

He raises his drink to that.

"My turn," Francesca giggles. I have never been happier to hear her annoying voice.

"Okay, never have I ever..." she thinks for a while, "had a foursome."

Everyone besides me takes a sip, and I'm left speechless.

These people come from such a different world. By no means am I completely inexperienced, though they are on a completely different playing field. I am so out of my depth. I  can't help but wonder if Harry were here if he would be drinking along to all of these questions, or if he would skip over them like me.

A few rounds go by and I'm quickly becoming more and more drunk as the questions change to non-sēxual subjects. I feel like I can confidently say or do anything I like without consequences. I like this nice little hazy feeling and don't know why I choose not to go out much any more. I need to say 'yes' more to things, rather than turning things down, because despite present company, I'm having a great time.