Orphic//H.S.

Chapter 05

//Sorry in advance, this chapter is a little shorter, but please vote and comment xx//

Toni

The door is still shut in front of me. My head is spinning with the amount of toxins in my body right now, not to mention everything that happened in the past twenty minutes. She kissed me. Like actually. And it felt...nice? Good? I don't know how to feel about it. Did she mean it as a friendly thing? Did she expect me to want more with her? She knows I can't date. Maybe we were both just too drunk. Yeah, that had to be it. We were both drunk and couldn't control ourselves, but it was just this once. It had to be.

She knows that I can't have anything with her. She has to understand that. She's already in enough danger by just being my friend.

I never went into much detail about why. She knows I lost my mom at a young age and soon after, we left behind that part of my life. The only part of my old life I still have is her. She was Mom's best friend's daughter, she was basically family. That's why Sam and Liam came with us to New York instead of staying in London. But still, she doesn't know that I can't physically let myself love someone again. Not when all they do is leave.

I try to wrap my head around the situation and come to only one conclusion. I need to find Sam. She's drunk and high, and I'm worried something might happen to her. Maybe I should just text Liam. She didn't seem to want to be around me, so maybe it'll be better to let him handle it.

As I open the heavy hotel room door, I grab my phone off the dresser and hop around, probably looking like an idiot, trying to pull my heels back on. My feet come back to the ground with my head continuing to spin. I feel sick, my stomach is swirling like a whirlpool, but I never get like this just from some vodka and weed. It's probably just nerves shaking me up. With the shoes back on my feet, I take the first step into the hallway, my eyes staying on the ugly carpeted floor so I don't step wrong.

The phone in my hand lights up as I turn it on, and I open my messages to find Liam's contact:

If you're still at the hotel, can you try to find Sam?

She stormed out on me and I don't want her to leave the building

She's drunk and I'm worried...please answer if you get her

The second I press the send button for my third message, I lose my balance as I run into something. Too wrecked to notice anything that happened, I just land on the ground, staring ahead, my body shutting down and my mind crashing. There's someone crouching down in front of me and grabbing my cold arms, but I can't process anything they're saying, only hearing a light hum in my ears before everything goes blurry, and eventually, black.

Harry

"So, what was with the flirting back there, Louis? Does someone have a little crushy?" My playful taunting wins me a punch to the shoulder, right next to my new tattoo bandaging. The sting isn't unbearable, but it definitely hurts more than his punches usually would. Why? Great, something must be wrong with it.

"Fuck no, dick." He lowers his voice a bit before continuing. "She was the one at the deal earlier. Picked on her a bit then too." His eyes turned back to playful and a small smirk appeared over his features. "Plus, don't think we didn't all see the way you looked at her, Styles. Would be stupid to try to pull her, right Ni?" The blond glances up from his rum and coke, sitting slumped over on the stool next to me and slightly nods. I felt bad that we dragged him here when he didn't even actually need to be here.

His anxiety tends to peak when we're forced to go to parties, or really anywhere where there might be lots of people. Hence why he got high in the bathroom fifteen minutes after we got here. He was the youngest of the five of us, and I liked to pretend he was my little brother. He grew up rough, well like the rest of us, but I have a soft spot for the man.