Tuesday, 8 May 2018

AFTER ROMANCE Episode 6-10

My hair is perfectly curled against my face, I push two bobby pins in, one on each side to keep my hair out of my face.
"Do you want to use some of my makeup?" Steph asks and I look in the mirror again.
My eyes always look a little too large for my face but I prefer to wear minimal makeup, I usually just put on a little mascara and lip gloss. I am pretty proud of how well I take care of my skin so why hide it if I don't need to?
"Maybe a little eyeliner? I say, still unsure.
She gives me a smile and hands me three pencils. One purple, one black and one brown. I roll them around in my fingers, deciding between the black and brown.
"The purple will look great with your blue-gray eyes," she says and I smile but shake my head.
"Your eyes are so unique, want to trade?" she jokes.
She has beautiful green eyes, why would she want to trade with me? I take the black pencil and draw the thinnest possible line around both eyes, earning a proud smile from Steph. Her phone buzzes and she grabs her purse. "Niall's here" she informs me, I grab my purse, smooth my dress and slip on my white toms. She eyes my flat shoes but doesn't comment.
Niall is waiting out front of the building, rock music blaring out of the rolled down windows. I can't help but glance around to see everyone staring. I keep my head down and just as I look up, I see Harry lean up in the front seat. He must have been bending down. Ugh.
"Ladies." Niall greets us and Harry shoots me a glare as I climb in behind Steph, getting stuck sitting behind Harry.
"You do know that we are going to a party not a church right Theresa?" Harry says with a smirk.
"Do not call me Theresa please. I prefer Tessa," I warn him, how does he even know my name is Theresa? I hate being called Theresa.
"Sure thing Theresa," he says and I roll my eyes. I will not banter back and forth with him, he is not worth my time.
After what feels like ages we finally pull up to a huge two story house with overgrown vines sprawling up the side. THETA XI is painted in black letters on the massive house. It looks like something from a movie.
"It's so big, how many people will be here?" I gulp. The lawn is full of people holding red cups, I am way out my league here.
"A full house, hurry up," Harry says and gets out of the car, slamming the car door behind him.
I watch as multiple people high five and shake Harry's hand. No one else that I see is covered in tattoos like him, Niall and Steph. Maybe I can make some friends here tonight after all.
"Coming?" Steph smiles and I nod as I climb out of the car, making sure to smooth my dress again.

Harry has already disappeared into the house and I hope I don't see him again for the rest of the night, looking at the amount of people here I probably won't. I follow Steph and Niall into the crowded house and someone hands me a red cup. I try to say no thank you but they are already gone so I sit the cup on the counter and continue to walk through the house. We reach a group of people who I automattaclly assume are Steph's friends. They are all tattooed like her, they are sitting in a row on the couch and of course Harry is sitting on the right arm of the couch. I avoid looking at him as Steph introduces me to the group.
"This is Tessa, my roommate. She just got here yesterday so I figured I would show her a good time for her first weekend at WSU." She tells them.
One by one they nod or smile at me. They are all so friendly, except Harry of course. A handsome boy with olive toned skin reaches out his hand and shakes mine. His hands are a little cold from the red cup in his hands but his smile is warm. I think I spot a tongue piercing but I am not sure.
"I'm Zayn, what are you studying?" He asks me. I notice his eyes take in my outfit and he smiles a little but doesn't say anything.
"I am an English major." I smile proudly. I hear Harry snort but ignore him.
"Awesome, I am undecided." Zayn laughs and I return one.
How can he be undecided in college? I have known I would be an English major since I can remember.
"Do you want a drink?" He asks.
"Oh no, I don't drink." I tell him and he tries to hide his smile.
"Leave it to Steph to bring little miss priss to a frat party." A tiny girl with pink tipped hair says under her breath.
I am going to pretend that I don't hear her so I don't have to think of a comeback. Miss priss? I am in no way "prissy" I have worked and studied hard to get where I am and my mother has worked her entire life to make sure I have a good future.
"I am going to get some air." I say and turn to walk away.
"Do you want me to come?" Steph calls after me.
I shake my head and make my way to the door. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to come to the party. I could be in my pajamas curled up in bed with a novel right now. I could be skyping Noah who I miss terribly, I could be doing anything and it would be better than sitting outside this dreadful party with a bunch of drunken idiots. I decide to text Noah.
* I miss you. College isn't so fun so far* I send and sit on the stone wall waiting for his reply. A group of drunk girls walk by giggling and stumbling over their own feet. How obnoxious. Hopefully this isn't how everyone in college is.
*Why not? I miss you too tess. I wish I was there with you* I smile at his words.
"Shit sorry!" A male voice says and a second later I feel the cold liquid soak the front of my dress. The guy stumbles and pulls himself up.
"My bad, really." He mumbles and sits down.
This party could not get any worse. My dress is soaked with god knows what type of alcohol and I have nothing to change into. Sighing, I pick up my phone and walk inside to find a bathroom. I push my way through the crowded hall and try to open every door on the way, none of them will budge. I don't even want to think about what people are doing in the rooms. I make my way upstairs and continue my hunt for a bathroom. Finally, one of the doors opens, unfortunately it is not a bathroom, its a bedroom and even more unfortunate for me, Harry is laying across the bed with the pink haired girl straddling him.

The girl turns around and looks at me as I try to move my feet but they just won't budge.
"Can I help you?" she smirks. Harry sits up with her still on his torso. His face flat, not amused or embarrassed what so ever. He must do this type of thing all the time.
"Oh.. Uhmm,. no. sorry. I am looking for a bathroom, someone spilled a drink on me," I quickly explain. This is so uncomfortable. I'm not surprised to find the two of them embraced this way, the pink haired girl and Harry are perfect for each other. Both tattooed, and both rude.
"Okay? So go find a bathroom," she rolls her eyes and I nod, leaving the room. After the door closes I lean my back against it. So far college isn't fun at all. I just can't wrap my head around how a party like this could be considered fun. Instead of trying to find a bathroom, I decide to find the kitchen and  cleam myself off there. The last thing I want is to open another door and find drunken hormonal teenagers on top of each other. Again.
The kitchen isn't too hard to find but it is way too crowded since most of the alcohol supply is in buckets on the counter. I have to reach around a brunette puking in the sink to grab a paper towel and wet it, as I wipe it over my dress, small white flakes of the cheap paper towel cover the wet spot, making it even worse. I groan and lean against the counter.
"Having fun?" I hear Niall say. I am relieved to see a familiar face. He smiles sweetly and takes a sip of his drink.
"Not so much.. how long do these parties usually last?"
"All night.. and half the day tomorrow," he laughs and my mouth drops. When would Steph want to leave? Hopefully soon.
"Wait," I begin to panic, "who's going to drive us back to the dorm?" I ask him, well aware of his bloodshot eyes.
"I don't know.. you can drive my car if you want," he offers and I sigh.
"I can't drive your car, if I wreck or get pulled over with underage drinkers in the car I would get in so much trouble," I can't imagine my mothers face as she bails me out of jail.
"It's not a far drive, you should just take my car. You haven't even been drinking. Otherwise you will have to stay here unless you want me to drive. I can ask around to see if someone-"
"No, its fine. I'll figure it out," this party is becoming more of a problem by the minute.

"Let me know if you need anything," Niall tells me. He is really a sweet guy, why does he hang out with Harry so much?
"Can you help me find Steph?" I ask him and he starts to laugh. His hand moves up into the air and he points into the next room. I hear my gasp as I spot her. She, along with two other girls are dancing on a table in the living room. A drunk guy climbs up and joins them, his hands gripping Stephs hips. I expect her to smack his hands off but she just smiles and pushes her bottom against him. Oh.
"They are just dancing Tessa," Niall smiles and gives a quick chuckle at my uneasy expression. They aren't just dancing, they are groping and grinding each other.
"Yea.. I know, " I say even though it's not as casual to me. I've never danced that way, not even with Noah, and we have been dating two years. Noah! I feel incredibly guilty that he hasn't crossed my mind since I've arrived. When I pull my phone out I have three messages from him.
*You there Tess? *
*Hello? You okay?*
*Tessa? Should I call your mom? I am getting worried.*
I dial him as fast as my fingers will allow, praying that he hasn't called my mom yet. He doesn't answer but I text him assuring him that I am okay and please not to call my mother. She will lose it if she finds out I am at a party at a fraternity house, my first weekend of college.
"Heyyyy.. Tessa!" Steph slurs as she walks into the kitchen. Her arm wraps around mine and she leans her head on my shoulder. "You having fun at this party?" she giggles. She is obviously beyond wasted. "I think I need.. the room is starting to spend Tess.. I mean spin," she laughs and her body lurches forward.
"She is going to get sick," I tell Niall. He nods and lifts her into his arms, draping her body over his shoulders.
"Follow me," he instructs and heads upstairs. We go to a room upstairs and he opens the door, a bathroom. Of course when I needed one I couldn't find it. He places her on the floor by the toilet and she immediately begins to vomit. I look away but grab her red hair into my fist and hold it away from her head. After more vomit than I can handle, she stops and Niall hands me a towel.
"Take her to the room across the hall and lay her on the bed. She is going to need to sleep it off," he says and I nod. I can't leave her here alone, passed out. "You can stay in there too" he says, seeming to read my mind.
"Thank you," I tell him and he smiles and leaves the bathroom. I manage to get her up off the floor and help her walk across the hall, the door opens to a bedroom. My eyes immediately go to the book shelves covering one of the walls. I gently lay a groaning Steph onto the bed and walk over to the books. I scan through the titles and I am impressed by the owner of this collection, there are many classics, including all of my favorites. I grab Wuthering Heights and pull it off the shelf. It is in bad shape, the pages showing how many times it has been read.
"Why the hell are you in my room?" An angry voice booms. I know that accent by now. It's Harry.

"I asked you what the hell you are doing in my room?" Harry repeats, just as harsh as the first time. His long legs stride towards me and he snatches the book out of my hand and he places it back onto the shelf. My mind is whirling. He rudely clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face.
"Niall told me to bring Steph in here," my voice is barely audible. He takes a step closer and lets out a deep breath. I gesture to his bed, causing his eyes to follow my hand. "She drank too much and Niall said-"
"I heard you the first time," he interrupts. He runs his hand through his hair, clearly upset. Why does he care so much if we are in his room? Wait..
"You are a part of this fraternity?" I ask him. There is no hiding the shock in my voice. Harry is far from what I imagine frat boys to be like.
"Yea.. so?" he answers and steps even closer. The space between us less than two feet. I try to back away from him but my back hits the bookcase. "Does that surprise you, Theresa?"
"Stop calling me Theresa," he has me cornered.
"That's your name isn't it?" He smirks, his mood slightly lightening.
I sigh and turn away from him, I have no idea where I am going but I need to get away from Harry before I slap him. Or cry. It has been a long day so I will most likely cry before slapping him. Maybe I can manage both?
"She can't stay in here," he says as I reach the door. When I turn around he has the small stud in his lip between his teeth. What made him decide to put a hole in his lip and eyebrow? That had to be painful.
"Why not? I thought you guys were friends?"
"We are," he says, "but no one stays in my room" his arms cross over his chest and for the first time since I met him, I can make out the shape of one of his tattoos. It's a rose, printed in the middle of his covered forearm. Harry, with a rose tattoo?
Feeling brave and annoyed, I let out a laugh. "Ohh.. I see. So only girls who make out with you can come into your room?" As the words leave my mouth his smile grows.
"That wasn't my room. Are you trying to say you want to make out with me? You're not my type sorry," he says and for some reason it hurts my feelings. Harry is far from my type but I would never actually say that to him.
"You are.. you are.." I can't find the words. My feelings are hurt and I am embarrassed, annoyed, and exhausted from the party. I stop trying to speak to him, he isn't worth it. "Well.. then you take her to another room, and I will find a way back to the dorms." I say and head for the door.
"Goodnight Theresa," Harry says as I slam his door.
I can't help the tears that fall down my cheeks as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I hate college so far and classes haven't even started. Why couldn't I just get a roommate that was like me? I should be asleep now, preparing for Monday's classes. I don't belong at parties like this, and I most certainly don't belong hanging out with these type of people. I do like Steph, but I just don't have it in me to deal with these parties and people like Harry. Harry is such a mystery to me, why must he always be so rude? And why does he have all of those books? There is no way a rude, disrespectful, tattooed jerk like harry could possibly enjoy those amazing books. The only thing I can picture him reading is the back of a beer bottle. I am not even sure if I can make my way back to the dorms, I have no idea where this house is located. The more I think about my decisions tonight, the more frustrated and stressed I become.
I really should have thought this through, this is exactly why I plan everything so things like this don't happen. The house is still packed and the music is too loud. Niall's blonde hair and tattoos are no where to be found, neither is Zayn. Maybe I should just find a random bedroom upstairs and sleep on the floor? There are at least fifteen rooms up there and maybe I will get lucky and no one will come in. But I know better and decide against it. Despite my efforts to conceal my emotions I can't. I go back upstairs, find the bathroom and sit on the floor with head in between my knees and call Noah again. He answers on the second ring.
"Tess? It's late, are you okay?" he says, his voice groggy.
"Yea.. no.. I went to a stupid party with my roommate and now I am stuck at a frat house with no where to sleep and no way to get back to my room," I sob through the line. I know my problem isn't life or death but I am beyond frustrated at myself for getting into this situation.
"A party? With that red head girl?" he sounds surprised.
"Yea..but she is passed out."
"Whoa, why are you even hanging out with her? She's so.. just not someone you should hang around," he says and it irritates me. I wanted him to tell me it will be okay, tomorrow is a new day, something besides being judgmental.
"That isn't the point Noah.." I say. The door handle jingles and I sit up. "Just a minute," I call and wipe my eyes in the mirror, the toilet paper smears the liner even more. This is why I don't wear the crap. "I will call you back, someone needs the bathroom" I say and hang up before he can protest. An impatient knock pounds on the door and I groan as I open it, wiping my eyes again. "I said just a min.." I stop as glaring green eyes pour into mine.
To be continued


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