Georgia's POV
So now wearing one of Harry's t-shirts, which was like a dress on me, we hatched a plan. I was excited, a little drunk and would probably regret everything in the morning, but right now I didn't care. Noah didn't care about me nearly dying and humiliating me in front of most of the year so why should I care? Max walked over to Noah and his friends, who had now got out of the pool and were having a cigarette. The plan was for him to talk to Noah about pretending to want to ask me out on a date only to hurt me, but the reality of it was that Max was going to keep providing Noah with alcoholic drinks in order to get him drunk enough for the plan to work. So we took it one step at a time and just had to wait. Rachel, Hannah and I were sneaking a peek at Max and Noah every now an
