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Lukas' iPhone rang loudly and Melanie leaped up to answer it.
"Hey, it's Melanie" She said loudly, glancing at me with an excited grin while twirling a strand of her brown hair around her index finger.
I listened as the short exchange went on. She hung up the phone and announced with enthusiasm that they would be arriving in less than 10 minutes.
"Isn't this exciting?" She said, hopping over the back of the sofa and landing next to me.
"Well yes, but stop acting like such a fan girl," I said.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said seriously. But her seriousness didn't last, for not even a moment later she crackled up and leaped off the couch. Alcohol can have that effect on her. I glanced at Laura and rolled my eyes.
The music in the background was turned up and the much overkilled song 'Party Rock Anthem' boomed loudly. We were currently at our best friend Lukas' house waiting for his cousin and his friends to show up. It was the first time that the other 4 were visiting Canada, and it just so happened to be on the night that Lukas was having a small house party.
I stood up, stretched, and arranged my outfit before sauntering over to the kitchen to get myself yet another drink. There weren't as many people at the party as there was last time, but 40 people still made the large house crowded. Plus, being winter, we were confined to the indoors. The smell of alcohol was very evident in the air.
In the kitchen, people were standing around the large table, all chairs pushed to the walls, as a game of beer pong went on. Graham, one of my old classmates from high school lost his balance and grabbed onto my shoulder for support.
"Take it easy there," I laughed as I helped straighten him. He grinned sheepishly before turning back to the game.
Lukas tended to have the best of parties- the kind where you woke up in places you never thought you would, and where you discovered pictures of yourself doing something horrifying and/or embarrassing. His older brother Caleb, a university student during the week and a bartender on weekends, normally hung out in the kitchen, preparing drinks, but mostly hung around to make sure the party never got out of control. Money had never been issue for the family, and so alcohol and liquor was always available for occasions like this. And the fact they lived on the outskirts of a small town left no boundaries; summer parties often got wilder than usual.
"What will it be? The usual rum and coke?" Mikhail asked, picking up a bottle of spiced rum.
"Actually, just fill the glass. Straight will be fine," I said, flushing slightly.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly, but otherwise he handed me a cup of rum. I swirled its contents around and brought it up to my mouth, taking a mouthful and swallowing the smooth liquor. I thanked him and grabbed a red plastic cup of a blue mix for Melanie before making my way out of the kitchen.
"Melissa, where are you going?" Adam, a fellow schoolmate called.
"Sorry guys, but this beer pong champion needs a break for tonight," I called over my shoulder jokingly.
I had an unbelievable high tolerance for alcohol for a girl. I became unaware of my actions just as quick as everyone else, but when it came to vomiting the contents of my stomach out, I was a trooper. Plus, being one who attended too many parties, I was wickedly good in drinking games. But then again, I had to admit that I cheated a few times. But no one needed to know that.
"Melanie!" I called as she came down the stairs, most likely from the bathroom. "I got you another drink,"
"You're trying to get me drunk again, aren't you?" She asked suspiciously, taking a sip from the cup.
"Of course not," I said innocently. But at that precise moment, the doorbell rang and Melanie's eyes widened in excitement.
"Are they here already?" She asked, standing on the tip of her toes, and I couldn't help but laugh at her. Melanie was normally someone who kept her cool.
She was shorter than me by a barely a few inches, but she has what they call 'short people syndrome', and so this left her with the biggest ego ever known. But, being one of my best friends, I got used to her. I however, was taller than all of my female friends at 5, 7". It was barely considered tall for a girl but it was awkward during high school when I was taller than half the guys in my grade.
Lukas passed by me to go open the door. In all honesty, I was eager to meet the British/Irish band, but I would wait until later in the night to introduce myself. Several girls curiously made their way to the door, following Lukas. I sat on the couch next to some classmates and watched as the drunker people pulled stunts in the living room. The room was beginning to spin colorfully as I felt the alcohol taking effect.
"Come with me," Melanie demanded, yanking me up by the arm. I tried to refuse, but it was no use. So I was pulled through the surprisingly thin crowd of my classmates until I was right up front and face to face with the 5 band members.
"Hi," Melanie said coolly, looking up at a face frames with curls. He flashed a grin. "I'm Melanie,"
"Ahh," He said slowly, "The lovely lady who's been answering the phone. I'm Harry"
"This is my friend, Melissa… who… is gone," She scanned the room and caught me leaving towards the living room.
I flashed Melanie a smile and returned to the living room. I had caught an exceptionally good look at a blonde boy my height standing next to an olive skinned boy who I recognized as Zayn. I had recognized him from the similar features he and Lukas shared; the darker skin, brown piercing eyes and same exact grin. I had never actually met him before but I had heard a lot about him and his sister who made a trip to Canada once a year.
In the living room, all the couches were occupied, so I opted for the floor around the coffee table. I joined a group of people playing poker in the living room and waited for the next round to start. We played for an hour or so, catching up on our new lives at college while around us, the party only got wilder. It seemed as though the One Direction boys wanted to have as much fun as everyone else and so I saw them constantly go into the kitchen for refills. I couldn't help but notice the blonde one looking over at me every couple of minutes. He was extremely cute. Of course I wasn't the only one who had noticed him. Several girls seemed on the prowl.
I was awful at poker and so when they began placing bills in the middle of the table, I gave up and went to find either Melanie or Laura. I hadn't realized how much I had been drinking and so when I stood, I stumbled clumsily into a large frame. Looking up, I was met with the head of curls again. This time, he had the distinct look of someone who had been drinking, with pink cheeks and hazy eyes.
"Melissa, right?" he asked, swinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me against him.
"Yeah, have you seen Melanie?" I asked, the scent of his cologne filling my head.
"She's with my mates, wanna come with?" he asked, downing the contents of his cup.
"I suppose so," I said, grinning up at him. I knew for a fact that he wasn't of drinking age yet, but he, like many others, seemed to take the legal drinking restriction as a simple suggestion.
"You're gorgeous," he told me cheekily to which I laughed loudly at.
"Thanks. I'm going to grab a refill before, though. Would you like anything?"
"Yeah, whatever is fine," he replied, steering me into the kitchen.
"Caleb, the usual," I said, leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"You just missed the last bottle. The Irish kid ran off with it," He said, pointing to the hall behind the stairs.
I requested 2 more drinks at random for Harry and I and I steered a tipsy Harry over to the back of the house where a fire place was ablaze and several people crowded the squashy sofas. Melanie who seated next to Lukas waved at me, and turned back to Zayn on her left. The small back room was dim; the only light came from the fire place.
Harry pulled me over to the couches and I scanned the people, stopping when I found the last bottle of rum in the hands of the same blonde boy who had been trying to catch my eye all night. He was talking animatedly with another boy on the couch next to him. I slipped under Harry's arm and walked over to the couch, running my fingers through my long, straight hair and sat down on the grey cushion. Feeling the weight of someone else on the couch, the boy turned to me, revealing a set of bright blue eyes.
"Well, hello there," He said ignoring the boy talking behind him.
"Hey," I replied, taking in his features. His skin was smooth, his hair wild and his face was flushed from his consumption of alcohol.
He smiled widely at me, revealing yellow braces.
"Niall," He said, offering his free hand to me.
"Melissa," I replied, taking his warm hand and shaking it.
"You're really pretty," He said
"I'm afraid I can't say the same about you," I told him.
His face fell and he looked taken aback.
"I was only joking," I said with a laugh. "I'm sorry. I've had a few drinks," I admitted with a laugh.
"Haven't we all?" He said, regaining his cheerful face.
"Care to share the rum with a pretty girl?" I asked, nodding to the half empty bottle in his hands.
"Zayn's cousin, Caleb, told me you'd come looking for me, not that I mind," He added with a cheeky grin. He held the bottle out.
"Ahh, the genius plan to lure in the pretty girl," I said, reaching for the bottle and handing my cup to Melanie. I took a swig and sank back into the sofa, sharing a laugh with Niall.
A/N: Hello! I've decided to redo chapter 1. My main character Melissa seemed to change within the first few chapters, so I've changed a few things here and there. I'd love a review!