Temptation

Chapter 69

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Harry's POV

"Want another one?" Tiffy holds up a shot glass of whatever the fuck it is.

"If you're trying to get me shit faced to fuck you, it isn't going to happen so stop trying." I snap at her.

For the past hour already she's been handing me shot glass after shot glass, beer bottle after beer bottle; most I've turned down but some I Gladly took from her hands.

I can't hear her laugh over the music but her wide smile shows me she is. "Oh," she shakes her head. "I don't need you to be shit faced to fuck me."

I remove my eyes away from her. The disturbing image of her on top of me sends chills down my spine. The images keep replaying in my head Everytime I fucking look at her.

"Why the fuck are you even here?" I ask her. "Don't I get a say who comes to my party?"

"Don't act like you don't want me here." She says and I roll my eyes.

I look at the shot glass that she still holds out in front of my like in going to drink the damn thing. I glare at her again before walking away and walking down the basement. The smell of alcohol is stronger down here than is was upstairs and the smokey sight is heavier due to the lack of ventilation.

I don't even know why the fuck I'm here anyway. Niall wouldn't stop pissing me off about getting out more, coming to my own party would be a dick move but I could've cared less before he told me that he was planning it for weeks now. It's sort of funny though, when I sit down on one of the chairs in the back of the basement and look at all of the people; most of them I have no fucking clue who they are. I have never spoken to any of them but I've only seen them at parties like this just to get shit faced and laid by whores who are too willing to give themselves to them.

"Here." A voice is heard next to me and I look up to see Niall holding a red cup out to me. I wave my hand away from the cup to tell him to get it away from me. "Take the damn drink." he shoves it towards me more. "This is your party, man. At least act like you're having some fun or get drunk so you can."

"I've already had a couple drinks." I snap at him. I regret it when I hear the deep sigh of frustration in his voice.

"Who are you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You. You are not you anymore. You used to love this shit. You would come to a party almost every fucking weekend, get drunk, fuck a girl..-"

"That's just it though. That's all I did, don't you see that all of this shit is just old. I'm not changing, it's just the same fucking thing every fucking weekend. It's boring." I tell him for what seems to be the hundredth time these past two months.

"No, I think it's just her." He mentions and I already know he's talking about Beth. "She's making you into someone else, someone like her."

I shake my head, he's wrong.

"She stays at home. Now that's all you do. She sticks her nose In a Damn book and likes to stay at libraries to read for fun, is that where she is now because she isn't here... I can't even imagine you sitting in a fucking library with a book in your hands but I wouldn't doubt it. You're in so deep you don't even see it."

He pulls up a chair next to me. He's one of my best friends but right now I just wish he would get the fuck out of my face and leave me alone.

"She isn't changing me." I repeat. "And if this party was your idea of trying to get me to think that, shut the whole fucking thing down."