The Dangerous One

When I woke up that afternoon, Harry was nowhere to be seen. I lay there, on his couch, alone. And Harry? He was gone. I searched the house for any sign of him. Nope. Checked his garage for his car. Gone. Where could he be? Then I remembered what Louis said. That fucker left me all alone in his apartment and went to a party, I thought. Without a 'goodbye' or anything. My cheeks burned in anger. How could he do this? Now what the hell was I supposed to do? I had no clue where that party was. But I sure as hell was not going to sit there in Harry's flat doing nothing. I came to spend time with him and he fucking ditched me.

I looked for my phone and found it on the coffee table. I picked it up and called Ashleigh.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hey, Ash, it's Dara," I replied. "Are you still going to that frat party tonight?"

"Yeah, you wanna come?"

"Sure," I said. "Could you pick me up?"

"Aren't you at Harry's?" she asked, quizzically.

"How'd you know?"

"Jess told me," Ashleigh answered. "She's pretty pissed at you, you know."

"I know."

"Where's Harry?"

"He actually went out somewhere and I'm bored so..."

" 'Nuff said," she cut me off. "Get dressed into something cute. I'm on my way over."

"Thanks, Ash."

We hung up and I went through my bag, choosing an outfit and running into Harry's shower. All Harry had to wash with was Old Spice and Axe. There was no way I was using one of those. It was a good thing that I kept a bottle of body wash and shampoo at his house for situations like this.

After bathing, I changed into the outfit. As I was drying and curling my hair I heard a knock on the door. I set down the blow dryer carefully and ran to the door, opening it. There Ashleigh stood looking amazing, as always.

"Dara, you look great!" Ash exclaimed, smiling.

"Likewise," I replied. "Come in."

I shut the door behind her when she stepped inside. I knew this wasn't my house so I shouldn't be letting people in, but I didn't care. I was pissed at Harry and Ash was one of my dearest friends.

"I'm just finishing getting ready-- I'll be right out."

Ashleigh didn't stay in the living room, however. Instead she followed me back into the bathroom and picked up the blow dryer.

"Let me do it," she said. "I'll go much faster."

So, I stood still as my best friend dried and curled my hair in a minimum of three minutes. Afterwards, I thanked her, admiring her work of art. As we left, I thought of Harry. What if he came home and I disappeared. Would he be mad? Oh well, serves him right for leaving me.

Ashleigh drove for about twenty minutes, in which we spent turning the radio up high and jamming out to whatever song came on. It was fun, and I was actually sort of disappointed that we had to get out of her car, but excited to go to the party. It would one of my firsts and I wasn't really experienced. But all the same, I was ready to have a fun night.

Walking up the lawn of the house, you could see people standing on the grass, chatting away, escaping the chaos taking place inside. Once you stepped through the door frame, things went from calm to crazy in a second. I could feel the ground pounding to the beat of the loud music under my feet. People dancing, drinking and haviing fun surrounded us. Ashleigh immediately spotted smebody she recognized and went after them. Not knowing where to go, I awkwardly followed her.

"Carson! Hi!" she yelled.

A light-haired boy turned around. I noticed his lip ring first, then the stud right at the end of his eyebrow. He looked serious at first, then he smiled. Despite the piercings, he was sort of cute, in a weird and mysterious way.

"Ash-Cakes! What's up?"

Ashleigh just smiled and motioned to me. "This is my friend Dara." Then she turned to me. "Dara, this is Carson."

"Hey, Dara," Carson greeted me.

I waved, shyly.

"Enjoying the party so far?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "We just got here, of course, but it's pretty cool. Is this your house?"

Carson shook his head. "Nope, this is my man Matt's place."

Matt? I thought. Where had I heard that name before?

"Well, Matt has a nice house."

"Hey, want a drink?" He turned and lead me into what seemed like a kitchen. Only now did I realize that Ash had left. She ditched me too, and left me with this boy I didn't even know. Carson opened a cooler a pulled out a couple beers, handing me one. I didn't really like beer but I took it anyway, not wanting to disappoint him or make a bad impression. I pulled the tab and let out the carbonation, taking a small sip. Carson did the same, but took a large, long sip instead.

"Damn, boy!" I joked and he laughed. He took me into the living room and we strolled about, talking. We had to talk over the loud music so that we could hear one another.

Then two things happened: a song I really liked came on and Harry appeared out of the blue. I suddenly remembered. He and Louis were planning to come to Matt's party. The same frat party Jesse was telling me about. Behind Harry was Louis, and a dark-haired boy called Zayn with a blonde/pink haired girl clinging to him. Ashleigh, or course! But I drew my attention away from her and back to Harry. Carson was still talking to me and I was faking my attention, my eyes fixed on Harry. He finally spotted me and froze, staring deep into my eyes with a straight, serious face. I looked away, pretending not to care.

"Let's dance," I suggested into Carson's ear. He agreed and I began to grind on him, my body moving in sync with his. This is what he gets for abandoning me, I thought.

My backside pressed against Carson's front, he had one hand on my hip and the other one holding his beer up high, preventing a spill. I was still clutching mine, taking a big long sip just for show. I looked back over at where Harry was standing, but by now he was gone. So was Louis, but Zayn remained, leaned against a couch with Ashleigh on his chest, words coming out of her mouth.

Even though I was doing this just to make Harry mad, I couldn't stop now. It was awkward, though, when I felt Carson's growing erection against my bum. Weird. But I kept grinding, even harder now. I looked up at his face and he bit his lower lip, piercing and all. I'll admit, it turned me on a bit, but I know I was doing the same to him.


Suddenly I felt a cold hand grab my wrist and yank me in another direction. I dropped the beer, my hand splashed wet with its content. I didn't make a sound though. I heard Carson yell behind me, but as far as I knew he wasn't going to come after me and help me.

I was dragged outside by this stranger, too in shock to breathe or scream. I even almost tripped on my heel and it hurt bad, but that didn't stop this stranger from pulling. My body was pushed against a car, two strong hands pressing my shoulders against it.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again! You hear me?" his raspy voice growled.

I found the courage to look into the eyes of this stranger, having a small feeling who it happened to be. I recognized those deep green orbs anywhere.

Harry.

"Do you fucking hear me?!" he repeated.

I squeaked a small, frightened 'yes'. He pulled me from the side of the cart that happened to belong to him, opening the side door.

"Get in."

I obeyed. He slammed the door and I trembled. Harry got into the driver's side, slamming his door as well.

"W-Where are we going?" I asked, in the same small voice.

"Home," he replied, coldly.

Notes

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