“Yeah? Really?” I mumble, trying my best to sound interested to the random girl currently telling me about how her last ex treated her. Honestly, I couldn’t give two fucks, sorry not sorry. I mean, it’s my party and I’m standing here with that girl only talking to me because I am who I am, and I’m not even drunk yet. I need to step up the game.

I spot Niall, my saviour. I give some vague excuse to the girl about how Niall needs my help. I manage to get out of the situation and walk over to Niall, pouring some drink into a red cup.

“God Niall please help me” I groan and reach for the vodka bottle, pouring up some into a shot glass. I toss the drink back, the burning liquor racing down my throat. I hear Niall starting to talk, but it all fades out as I spot you.

I haven’t seen you before and it doesn’t look like this is any like your usual Friday nights. Your eyes are wide, curious and nervous. My gaze rakes down your body, and that little black dress perfectly fitted on your body. Gosh, you’re absolutely divine. Nothing like my usual girl type, but hey, change is always good.

I nudge Niall’s shoulder a bit too hard. “Who’s that?” I ask him, without letting my gaze leave you, almost like I’m scared of losing you.

“Uhm.. never seen her, but she’s hot” he mumbles back and I can’t help but feel a bit possessive over you. I take another shot before I find myself walking up to you.

“Hey, haven’t seen you here before.. You here alone?” I ask, immediately noticing I may sound like a creep, asking you if you’re alone like that. “I’m Harry” I immediately say, reaching my hand out to you. I can’t help but glance down your body once again. I won’t let this party die before I’ve seen the way you can move for me..