I Dare You

Twenty-seven

Harry watched everyone around him either drink, smoke, take drugs, or dry hump each other.

So far he was having zero fun.

"Loosen up!" Niall was drunk.

"God damn it, Niall. You promised before we left you wouldn't let drunk."

"I'm not." He practically fell over just by talking.

"You are! I'm not dealing with this, I should go home."

"No!" Niall whined.

"Niall. I've had a really hard week okay? I don't want to party, I don't want to socialize, I want to go home." Harry ripped his grip from Niall and began for the door when it opened and in walked Louis with Novelly and their group of friends behind them.

"Oh hey, daring Harry." Louis smirked as he walked through the door.

Harry looked at Louis and then Novelly, his heart pounding out of his chest. Shit, this was going to end badly- so badly.

"Up for a game of truth or dare?" Louis asked. Harry was actually surprised he would want to do that, again. After what happened last time.

"I was actually just leaving." Harry began as he motioned towards the door. He began to walk away when Louis shoved him back wards, making Harry stumble into a couple who were talking over drinks.

"Come on, nerd. Play a game." Louis smirked.

"Lou, he doesn't have to." Novelly began but Louis shushed her.

"Shut up, Novelly." He spit.

"Stop talking to her like that." Harry growled. He hated seeing him treat her that way. Almost as much as he hated seeing her let him treat her that way.

"What did I say about telling me how to treat my girlfriend?" Louis growled.

"Is she really your girlfriend?" Harry asked, then looked at Novelly who looked down, ashamed.

"Are you really his girlfriend? Did you really get back together with this piece of shit? After how much he hurt you?" Harry asked her.

"Harry, it's not like that."

"Yes she is my girlfriend. You upset about it? What? You thought you had a chance with her? How many times do I have to tell you-"

"You don't. I don't wanna be with someone with that low of self respect anyways." Harry said, glancing at Novelly before he walked away to find Zayn, or Niall. Who ever came first.

With Harry's luck.

It was Niall.

He wanted Zayn.

"Hey, mate."

"Niall. I need a drink." Harry yelled over the music.

"I'll hook you up."

Niall hooked Harry up with his own cup of... Well he didn't know but it tasted bitter and he didn't like it, but he drank it anyways... More like chugged it. Then chugged another one... And another... And another....

Then some time went by....

And He had a few more...

Then He felt better.

Louis was smoking a joint with his mates, Harry watched from the corner of his eye as Novelly sat near by, playing with her fingers and looking up at Louis every once in a while in shame.

She caught Harry starring at her and she gave him a small smile. Harry looked away and began talking to Zayn again. Harry had no idea where Niall was, but he was making friends so Harry didn't worry.