Could you please do a blurb where the reader goes to a party at Harry’s but they both hate it, so they just start talking and then go somewhere else idk
I love the concept, thank you :)
Everyone was confused and mostly very scared. It was understandable; your parents dissapeared without any trace and all of the friendships seemed to be falling apart. And that would only bring chaos, other than anger.
So most people met up at Harry's house, to much of his unagreement, of course. And no one would say no to this party. Sure there would be people that wouldn't show up and that's also understandable. You were one of these people. You didn't really like parties and not for sure in a house that big. You honestly just wanted to stay home, reading a nice book, so you could pretend the world's not fucking upside down.
Y/F/N showed up at your house a few minutes after eight o'clock.
"What brings you to my humble home? Do you wanna watch a movie? I'm pretty sure I can download that one you wanted to see-" she cut me off.
"No way. We're going to Harry's! Get your things." She spoke in a rather calm tone.
You looked at her concerned. "Hum, no. I'm okay, thanks."
"No no no, grab your coat, we're going. I've already settled everything with the rest of the girls."
"You guys can just go, why do I have to?" You asked, stubborness in your speech. "I know you're going just to see Gabe, and Alexa is dying to see Lucas."
"Don't change the subject! Put on some shoes."
You looked at her not moving a muscle.
"Go!" She pushes you into your room.
You eventually gave up. You knew she was just as stubborn as you so you might as well go, and try and have a decent time. You walked to Harry's, you never knew he lived just 10 minutes away from you.
You didn't have to knock on the door, as it was already swung open for everyone to join in. A lot of people were there, most of the teenagers of this town. And that clearly made you uneasy and uncomfortable.
"I don't like this. There's too many people." You said rapidly holding your friend's arm.
"Don't be a coward, c'mon. Just try and have a little fun, please?" She sent you a smile and walked you into the center of the mess of loud people.
You could only fake a smile. You tried to stay involved for as much time as you could. Soon enough you warned your friend that you would head out for a few minutes, just to get some fresh air.
You sat next to the pool, with your legs crossed in front of your body, stretching your arm forward, touching the water with your hand. You looked around for a few seconds, there were people making out, thank god far from you, and some other people talking. They seemed happy and most importantly, distracted. Maybe this turned out to be a good thing. But part of you still saw all this as a mere messed up situation, and you couldn't really take anything good from this experience.
You heard footsteps behind you. As they stopped you looked up. Harry stood still, hands in his pockets, his typical smile parted on his face.
"Not enjoying the party hum?" He spoke.
You never really spoke to him before all this. Or never for that matter.
"Not really no." You spoke in a soft tone, looking at the pool.
He sat down next to you, grunting softly as he hit the floor.
"Why aren't you inside? They're playing truth or dare, like 20 people at a time." You laughed at how stupid that idea was.
"Do you think I would enjoy that?" He paused, looking at the floor. "Everyone's in my house, doing whatever they want, using whatever they need. You're apparently the one only one who isn't." He looked at you, that one sided smirk appearing on his face again.
You copied him. "Well, I am actually sitting on this stone piece" you paused, looking at it "and I've actually touched the water." You laughed and he followed.
You looked at each other for a moment, your laughing fading out slowly, as you turned your head to the floor.
"Aren't you scared?" You finally spoke after a minute. "That this isn't actually our world. Or if it is, how could all these people be signing up to these parties and games and fucking pretending that everything's okay..." Your voice came out quiet at the end of your statement.
You feel his eyes on you. "Yeah. I am." His smile fades, as his eyes rest now on his hands. You started to think about everything that every singe person told you about Harry being arrogant and never wanting anything but the benefit for himself; this person beside you didn't really match up to the description. But then again, you didn't know him.
"I know Cassandra did a really good job on organising everyone and their own tasks, but I'm really fucking scared." You started. "I may be entertained or occupied while I'm cleaning the church or feeding people at the cafeteria, but when I get home it's unbearable." You look him in the eyes.
He corresponds, seeming genuinely concerned with your words. You continued.
"What if our parents don't come home? What if we're waiting for nothing? What if we're just waiting to fucking die here? Winter's coming and there's no food, I checked with Will, he said there's not much left-" Harry's hands grabbed yours and your mind stopped.
"We're going to be fine." His voice came out in a whisper.
"No we're not." Your voice came out shaky, just as soft as his.
"Listen we are here alone. That's the truth. We have to survive. I for sure don't want to fucking die so... yeah, I'm scared but probably of losing everything I have or feeling like I don't really belong in this place."
You looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean you don't belong here? Look around; people are throwing a party in your house. If that isn't recognition for the person you are here, then I don't know what is."
He kept his gaze on you. "Sure, but all this...” he said gesturing his hands in the air, pointing to the house behind us “doesn't actually mean anything to me. This doesn't give me any validation."
"Sure thing." You spoke, not looking at him, as you didn’t believe him.
It was silent for a few seconds before Harry spoke again. "Let's just go then."
You slowly looked up at his face, to see if he was kidding or not. "What?" You laughed.
"Let's go. Let's get out of here." He got up and handed you his right hand for you to hold, so you could get up easily. "We're both miserable here, so we might as well just go somewhere else."
"I was kinda waiting for some friends..." You started. You thought about Y/F/N, that you knew for sure was hooking up with someone, so she wouldn't really feel your absence. You could just text her later that night, telling her you were gone off home sooner. That would actually be believable. "Okay, sure." You grabbed his hand and as you got up he slightly touched the lower of your back with his free hand, supporting your weight.
“I still have my car, that I don’t have to share.” He slightly laughed, letting go of your hand. “But yeah, we can go wherever you want.”
You looked at his car parked not too far, for a brief moment. “Would you just like to go drive around all night?” You suggested.
He grabbed his keys out of his pocket as he started walking, after briefly smiling at you; you soon followed.
As you entered his car, he sat on his seat a couple seconds later. Hell, you even noticed the way he moved. There was no denying he was handsome, everyone knew that, but people always talked bad about him. He then interrupted your thoughts.
“Music or no music?” he gestured to the radio, with his usual smile on his face.
You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure.”
He nodded his head one more time before turning the car radio. Soon he turned the ignition and started driving.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was a message from Y/F/N. You quickly read it.
“Did you just actually left in Harry’s car?” Fuck. You responded right away.
“It’s okay, I’ll be home in a minute.” You typed. Not a minute later, your phone buzzed again.
“He’s not a good person, please just go home Y/N.” You read.
You looked at the boy sitting next to you for a few seconds. “I will. Text me when you get home as well.”
The drive was made mostly in silence; but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You sometimes would look at him, questioning the reason why he didn’t seemed that asshole type kinda guy, that everyone described.
“You know most people have a pretty strong opinion on you.” You started, leaving him space to continue your speech.
“Hum, yes.” He said, never taking his eyes off the road.
“Would you say that’s the truth?”
He opened his mouth to speak but stopped for a moment, thinking, slightly snorting at your question. “I don’t know. Would you?” He looked at you for a moment, before glueing his eyes on the street in front of him.You looked at him for a few seconds, clearly not having a clear answer. He looked at you for a second and smiled again. “I don’t really know. I guess people make up their minds as they want.” He paused for a moment “I just show them what I want, like everyone else.”
“I guess you’re right. People do make their own minds, sometimes too fast.” You softly spoke.
“What is your veredict then?” He used once again his stupidly charming smile.
“You’re okay Bingham.” You looked at the road, containing your wide smile.