perfect. / h.s //REVISED

//sparks//

     I watched with half opened eyes as the flames danced up to the pitch black sky, flecks of red ash trailing behind. I slowly brought my almost empty red solo cup to my lips taking a small sip of the bitter beer as I looked and observed everyone around me. London and her mindless clones were standing just where the sand turned to blacktop with a black cherry mikes hard in her perfectly manicured hand talking about god knows who. A couple was near the water, their tongues down each others throats as they groped each other like their lives depended on it and I was casually picking at bark of the log we were sitting on tossing the chips of wood into the sand.
   "What are you doing?" I turned my head to look at Mary, her dark brows furrowed in the center, her top lip pulled up in confusion as she eyed me curiously. Mary was that simple kind of pretty, as in she didn't have to try for people to like her. She was charming and witty and got along with anyone and everyone. Tonight her golden blonde hair was tied back in a perfectly messy ponytail and since it was a party night, she had on a bit of makeup to frame her chocolate brown eyes.
    "People watching," I shrugged casually as I took another sip of my drink pushing the heels of my beat up converse into the sand.
     "Ooooou tell me what you see," she grinned excitedly clutching her cup to her chest as she leaned forward trying to see who I was looking at.
    "A bunch of drunk horny teenagers." I said dully rolling my eyes only for everything to go bright white as a pair of headlights from a bulky black Range Rover shone right into them . The lights shut off and white spots danced around the beach as my eyes regained focused again. Four silhouettes exited from the car slamming the doors shut behind them as they all walked casually towards the sand. Payne, Horan, Tomlinson, and Styles. All seniors, All gorgeous. Liam Payne, he was tall and built well, his board shoulders wide with muscle. His sharp cut hair and sweet brown eyes made him irresistible. To everyone he was like the dad of the group. Almost as if he had been around the longest and deserved the most respect. Next was Niall, he was definitely the smallest of the group but he makes up for it with being the clown and having a laugh you could hear from miles away. His eyes were a sharp icy blue and he had cropped bleach blonde hair always made him stand out in a crowd. Louis Tomlinson was the honestly the plug of the group. For anything fun you go to him he has it all. His dark blue eyes were always gone and faded in a haze and his ashy brown hair was always a mess but he still somehow always made it look put together. And then there was Harry Styles. He was the bad boy, the rebel, the guy out of all four you definitely couldn't help but want. He was irresistible with his perfect dark brown curls falling messily at his shoulders, glowing emerald eyes, and dimples along with a smile that could honestly kill. He was perfect. They were perfect. And everyone agreed. They were "The Guys" everyone knew them and basically worshipped them like gods. In a blink they were surrounded by everyone. Girls begging for hugs and attention, the guys shaking hands and offering drinks.
   "They are so obnoxious." Mary sighed as she stared down the crowd. "But also extremely hot."
  "Ookay," I let out a small laugh as I swirled the golden liquid around in my cup.
  "You're lying if you don't think at least one of them is hot." She had a hint of doubt in her voice as she crossed her arms looking at me with her brow raised.
   "I can't say I feel a certain type of way for any of them." I looked back over at the car to find the crowd broken apart everyone scattered on the beach.
"Who is your pick?"
    "Niall." She answered without hesitation before pushing herself up from the log flashing me a smile. "I'm gunna go get a refill." She tilted her cup to me and i gave her a small nod back letting out a laugh as she walked off to the coolers. My eyes went back to fire watching the red orange flames tangling around each other and the dark wood glowing bright before turning to dull grey ash. I let out small sigh as I ran my fingers through my long hair shaking it out as I tilted my head back looking up at the night sky. 
     "Well hello there," his accent was thick on his deep voice as he purred from behind me. I turned my head over my shoulder looking up at him with disgust on my face. He stood tall with confidence in just a loose fitting white button up, the sleeves rolled and cuffed just at his elbows and tight ripped black jeans that fit him just right I might say.
      "Oh wow, that's not the look most girls have when they see me Miss Parker." He grinned playfully  probably at the shock on my own face. Im surprised the guy even knew my name. He swung his leg over the log sitting down facing me, his hands on his knees as his dark green eyes just stared.
       "Leave," I tilted my head slightly as I spoke to him flatly. I know these guys and their reputation. High body counts are all that matters. A hump and dump is more their thing.
       "But I'm having so much fun here." He raised his eyebrow as he leaned in just a little closer his deep glowing eyes slowly studying my body.
     "What do you want Harry?" I leaned in slightly playing in to his games just a little, but a slight hint of annoyance still on my voice.
     "Right now...," his cocky grin went to a sly smirk as he dragged out his words. "You." his large hand instantly was trailing up my thigh his skin roughed and warm. My hand instantly swatted him away but my skin formed small goosebumps under his touch.
     "Get lost Styles," I turned my body away from him lifting the rim of my cup to my lips tilting my head back for a short sip before it was empty. I brought the cup back to my lap, silence lingering for a moment.
     "Oh is your drink gone??" He was on his feet again stepping in front of me kneeling down so his eyes met mine as I let out a small sigh. "Let me get you another one," He grabbed the cup from my finger tips with a shit grin on his lips before pushing himself up from the ground holding his other hand out to me.
     "Come on princess," he nodded down to his hand as I placed my hand in his. He gave a small tug lifting me from the log pulling me away from the fire pit. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. What was he doing with Tillian Parker, or more like what was Tillian Parker doing with him. I picked up my head for a moment catching eyes with Mary. She looked mostly shocked but I could still see the pride and excitement flash through her brown eyes as her focus locked on me and Harry's hands linked together. I shook my head mouthing a small 'I don't know' because to be honest, i didn't know. What did he want with me? I looked back down at the sand as we walked, my thoughts racing. He dropped my hand as he bent over opening the top of the cooler pulling out a Coke.
     "You think I want a coke?" My thoughts stopped as I held back a laugh and instead crossed my arms as I furrowed my brows, he held up a finger in response as he pulled a small silver flask from his pocket.
      "Smart," I couldn't help it as the corners of my lips turned to a small smile and I watched as he couldn't help it either as a grin pulled on his lips his dimples forming deep into his cheeks as he turned to look up at me.
      "There it is," his eyes directly on my lips, lingering for a moment to long as he pointed out my smile before his attention turned back on the flask twisting off the metal cap pouring some into the cup adding coke shortly after handing the cup over to me. I took a small sip my throat burning slightly as the drink went down, warmth spreading through my chest.
        "This is definitely what i needed," I took another small sip as I looked the ocean and the back at him.
      "Say thank you daddy," he smirked looking down at me as he took a small step closer.                      
     "Harry, that's disgusting." I gently pressed my hand to his chest giving him a small push as I turned away with my drink in my hand taking a few steps.
"Oh but you love it," in a moment he caught up to me whispering in my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Don't flatter yourself to much Styles, wouldn't want your head to get any bigger" I spun on my heels taking my steps backwards staying a few feet ahead of him so I could face him a I talked, he had a large smile on his face as he watched me almost like he was entertained.
       "What?" I threw my arms up slightly shaking my head as I looked at him.
        "You're just -" but just as he started. "Styles the MAN." Niall strolled up grabbing his hand forcing him into a quick "guy hug" before pulling him away.
          "Dude you need to meet Caitlyn she's been talk.." and that was all i could hear as they walked farther into the distance.
        "Oookay." I mumbled to myself as I turned to walk back to the fire taking another sip of the drink he just made for me. It was bitter whatever he had in his flask. Some sort of whiskey probably. He seemed like a whiskey guy.
      "Girl what was that!?" Mary's thin hands gripped tightly onto my shoulder pulling me from my stupid thoughts.
      "Honestly nothing," I shrugged going over the last 10 minutes in my head trying to shake off the tingly gut feeling i had.
        "Okay keep telling yourself that T" she giggled giving me a slight push.
        "He made me a drink, can't get anymore exciting then that" I over exaggerated throwing up jazz hands taking another sip of my drink. "Next he'll be making me his girlfriend," I stifled a snort at my own joke as. I placed my hand over my heart adding fake excitement to my voice as I leaned into her.
        "You just put it out into the universe now it's going to happen," she had a sly grin on her face similar to the one Harry was giving me earlier.
         "Not going to happen."