I change out of my pajamas and put on a new pair of jeans that I haven't worn yet. They are a little tighter than my usual pants but I need to do laundry so I don't have a choice but to wear them. My shirt is a simple black button up, sleeveless shirt with lace trim on the shoulder.
"Wow, I actually like your outfit a lot" Steph tells me. I assume it is a compliment despite the surprise in her voice that's she would actually like something I am wearing. I smile and she tries to offer me eyeliner again.
"Not this time" I tell her, remembering how it smeared from my tears last time. Why did I agree to go back there again?
"Molly is picking us up instead of Niall, she just text so she will be here any minutes"
"I don't think she likes me" I know she doesn't.
"She does, she is just too honest sometimes and I think she is intimidated by you"
"By me? Why on earth would she be intimidated by me?" I laugh, I am the one intimidated by her.
"I just think because you're so different from us" she says and smiles. I know I am different from them but to me they are the "different" ones. "Don't worry about her she will be occupied tonight" she laughs.
"By Harry?" I ask before I can stop myself. I can't help but notice the way she is looking at me by eyebrow raised.
"No, by Zayn probably, she changes guys every week." That's a harsh thing to say about her friend but she just smiles.
"She isn't dating Harry?" The image of them making out on bed comes into my mind.
"No way, Harry doesn't date. He just messes around with a lot of girls but he doesn't date anyone. Ever"
"Oh" is all I manage to say. She gives me a strange smile and grabs her purse.
"Let's go" she grabs my arm and pulls me outside.
The party tonight is the same as last week, tons of people, drunk people everywhere. Why didn't I just stay in and stare at my ceiling? Molly disappears as soon as we arrive and I end up getting a spot on the couch and staying there for at least an hour before Harry walks by.
"You look.. different" he says as I stand up. His eyes rake down my body and back up. I stay silent and his eyes meet mine. "Your clothes actually fit you tonight" he laughs. I roll my eyes and adjust my shirt, suddenly wishing I was wearing my normal loose clothing. "I am surprised to see you here".
"yea...I am surprised that I ended up here again." I say and walk away from him. He doesn't follow, but for some reason I find myself wishing he could have.
A few hours later, Steph is drunk again, well everyone is drunk again. "Let's play truth and dare" Zayn slurs and their small group of tattooed friends gather around the couch. Molly passes a bottle of clear alcohol to Niall and he takes a swig. Harry's hand covers his entire red cup as he takes a sip.
They all agree to play a drunken game of truth or dare which couldn't possibly end well. Another punk looking girl joins the game, making it Harry, Zayn, Niall, Niall's roommate Tristan, Molly, Steph and the new girl. "You should play Tessa" Molly says with a wicked smile.
"No, I'd rather not" I tell her and look away.
"Like she would actually play, she would have to stop being prude for five minuets" Harry tells them and they a laugh except Steph. His words anger me, I am not a prude. Yea, I will admit I am not by any means wild, but I am not prude. I glare at Harry and sit cross legged in their little circle, in between Niall and the new girl. Harry laughs and whisper something to Zayn before they start.
The first few truth and dares include Zayn being dared to chug an entire beer can, Molly being dared to flash their group her bra (which she did) and finding out that Steph has her nipples Pierced.
"Truth or dare Theresa?" Niall ask and I gulp.
"Truth?" I squeak. Harry laughs and mutters "of course" I ignore him and Niall rubs his hands together.
"Are you a virgin?" Niall asks and I choke on my own breath. No one seems fazed by the intrusive question besides me. I feel the heat in my cheeks and the humor in everyone's faces.
"Well?" Zayn says, Despite how much I want to run away and hide, I just nod. Of course I am a virgin, the furthest Noah and I have gone sexually is making out and him touching my bottom, through my Jeans of course.
No one seems surprised by my answer, just intrigued. "So you have been dating Noah for two years and you haven't had sex?" Steph asks and I shift uncomfortably. I just shake my head.
"Harry's turn" I say, hoping to take attention off myself.