Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty One: Party of the Year

Louis birthday party is in full swing. The music is pulsing and so loud that the whole building is probably shaking. The flat itself is hot, with there being so many people stuffed inside of it, we may have to open the windows or balcony doors at some point. It's really a scene from a movie.

I'm stumbling through loads of people, alcohol sloshing out of the glasses in each of my hands onto the ground. Hopefully the cups won't be empty by the time I get back to Harry.

Except I don't remember where I left the tall lad. This isn't the first drink I've had tonight and I'm more than a bit disoriented right now.

I push roughly past a couple eating each others faces off on the dancefloor and sink down onto the couch next to the another couple who are too entranced in each other to notice me. Surely Harry won't mind if I take a few sips of his drink.

I laugh uncontrollably as Louis trips over a couple and his drinks spill everywhere. He glares at them and tosses the empty cups down before sitting on the arm of the couch next to me.

"You having fun?" I ask, when I can control myself.

He brightens up, "This is the best party ever," he yells over the music. He smiles amusedly at the two empty cups in my hands, "I'm taking it you're having a pretty good time too!"

I grin up at him, "The best!"

Eleanour suddenly shows up giggling and sits on Louis lap. As they begin kissing I realize that I could be doing the same with my boyfriend, so why am I still sitting here?

"Have you seen Harry?" I yell to Louis as I stand up. I stumble but regain my balance.

Louis doesn't stop kissing his girlfriend as he waves me off.

I roll my eyes but smile as I once again enter the crowd of moving bodies. My head is spinning and I'm getting really hot so I take one more cup of punch that Liam mixed together and head over to the balcony.

I trip over the threshold of the door and chuckle to my stupid self. I've gathered the attention of the only other person out here and it just so happens to be Harry.

"'arry," I smile up at him.

He comes over to me and I collapse against him. "Jeeze Ni, how much have you had to drink?"

"Um...I don't know," I mumble as I take a few swigs from my cup, "A lot."

Harry laughs and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, "I can see that."

"How come you're not drunk?" I ask him.

He answers but I'm not listening. I'm too busy watching his lips form the words. I lick my lips.

I shove the cup in his face, "Drink."

Harry takes the cup from my hand and makes a face after taking a sip, "What is this?"

I shrug, "Something Liam mixed up. I think there's like thirty two different kinds of alcohol in it. Like Baskin Robbins," I start to laugh at myself so hard that I fall on my bum. Harry ditches the cup and crouches down next to me.

"I think you've had enough babe."

"S'no such thing as enough alcohol," I slur and look up at him through my bleary eyes.

"Yes there is, and it looks like one more drink and you'll be out Ni," Harry says concerned, "You're so pale."

"That's because it's cold and I'm so wasted," I supply, getting distracted by the wisps of breath that show in the cold air, "Look I'm a dragon!"