Petrified

"Fucking move will ya?" Someone shouted at me.

"I'm so sorry." I stumble, looking down at the white shirt, wide eyed. Tearing up a little, upset that I spilled alcohol on this guys shirt. Lightly pressing my hand on the shirt trying to get it off, but smudging the red liquid. "I will h-have this cleaned before morning. I p-promise."

He licked his lips. A crease in between his eyebrows. Green eyes fixed down at my face, studying my actions.

The way he looked at me made me quiver, my shaky hands fall back to my sides.
A smirk played on his pink lips, before tugging his shirt over his head and handing it to me. Walking away, shirtless.

I gulped, and looked down at his shirt, nervously pressing my way through the crowd of drunk yelling people, and to my washer down in the basement.

Throwing the white shirt in there solo, adding a tad bit a detergent to start it.

I made my way back upstairs, quickly. My mother was still at work, pulling a double. Soon she was going to be home though.

Catherine promised me only a few people wold show. I didn't expect 50 plus.

I spotted her, with her back facing me. Hr deep blonde curls went down her back. The way her strapless dress fitted her body perfectly. She was very popular around school. Everyone loved her.

"Catherine" I tapped her shoulder awkwardly, to have her face me in a swift moment. Her eyes were glossy, lips were red from the wine she carried with her.

"Hey babe, you having fun?" She asked me in a sweet tone.

Of course not. "Yes, of course I am. But I have a problem." I rush slightly nervous. She frown probably trying to process what I was saying.

"Okay?" She giggle.

"My mom is coming home shortly." I say softly.

"What?" she says, sitting her drink down on the table and excused herself from this boy she was speaking to.

"M-my mom comes home shortly." I stuttered because she was getting to close to me.

"Oh, I heard you." She nod, and then sighed. "Well, I guess I will round up everyone." She smile and flip her hair.

"Thank you, so much." I felt relieved.

"Oh yes, I forgot to ask you, Sweetheart." She stopped me from turning around. "Have you seen a guy around here, this tall," She raises her hand slightly above herself. "Messy curly hair, green eyes, and slightly bipolar?"

"I don't believe I have, I um- I think -" She cut me off.

"No worries, just if you do.. His name is Harry, and tell him Catherine is looking for him. We kind of have some unfinished business." She smile.

"Okay." I say awkwardly.

"Calum?" She says, looking behind her. "Let's go."

He gets up from his seat, walking behind her, and past me, looking me up and down. I was slightly confused.

I look at the huge clock that sat in my living room and it read 9:43 PM.

She gets home and less than 2 hours. I began to panic, the house was a complete mess. I noticed how all the bodies in the house began to walk out.

I pick up the cans, and cups. Nothing was broken around here. Until I heard a sound above my head. I stopped doing what I was doing and walked upstairs.

My room was slightly cracked open. Oh no.

I open it slowly, to reveal something so repulsive! The guy who's shirt I had washing, was in my bed with this redhead, her completely undressed, and his fingers inside of her. He looked over at me, before murmuring profanities.

I look away from them, quickly. Upset, in my bed, on my new bed set!

"Oh, um.." The male began, moving from the bed. covering her. I look over again safe to see she was covered. "Oops."

He gave me this devilish look, smirking. Before he licking his index, and middle finger. I cringe.
I throw the girl her dress, that was in a corner of my room. I look back at the man, who was zipping his jeans.

"Did you-" I began.

"Yeah." he read my mind.

"In my -" I squeal.

"No babe, obviously not." He moved his curly hair that was drooped from his face. He leaned down and whispered. "I suggest you go clean your kitchen though. I kind of made a mess, if you know what i mean."

I felt sick, they did the nasty in my kitchen!

"Please leave." I beg.

"Okay." He didn't argue.

He waited for the busty redhead to put on her dress and find her shoes. "I would watch your sheets, I was soaked.. Harry knows how to work that tongue." She smile, slightly out of breath.
I gag, and remembered. "You're Harry?" I look up at the tall guy, with messy curls, green eyes.

"Oh yeah." He nod.

"Catherine is looking for you." I say softly.

"Shit, we have unfinished business. Lets go, Silva." He commanded.

She kick her shoes back off, before walking out my room.

I look up at Harry who's looking down at me, before giving me a crooked smile. "Be here tomorrow morning babe."

"Okay." I nod and he walks out my room. I sigh when i know the house is empty.

I walk back down stairs 5 minutes later after pulling my sheets off my bed.

"AMELIA! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?"

Shit...

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