The Paper Airplane

Chapter 8

So. It's been few hours. Everyone is jumping, yelling, drinking. Just like Harry guessed it would be. He sat in the corner of the room, too scared to talk to someone, even look at them. They're not themselves while drinking and it scares the spirit out of him. He doesn't like drunk people. They overreact, they can't think or talk, even walk properly. Their eyes are like buttons. With nothing in them, no emotion. They look through Harry while talking to him as if he's see-through.

He rolled his eyes. He knows he should stand up. For Niall. He hates being "party breaker", but it's stronger than him, the fear. It crawls inside of him and eats him until he can't breathe.

If it wasn't for the two boys in front of him, whom he has been watching whole night, he would've lost his plot. He doesn't know those boys, but it looked to him, that they both really like each other, but they're scared to do anything about it. It was as if he was watching a movie. He tried to be the least creepy he could while watching them. He knew it was stupid to stare, but it was the only thing keeping his breathing calm so he stuck to it.

"Hey, Styles!" someone yelled across the room, making Harry's heartbeat thunder. He looked in the sound's direction. One of the Louis' friends. He waved. "Come!"

Harry sighted. Alright, you've got this. He stood up and slowly started walking towards them. He felt like everyone was looking at him. Why can't he just hide from everyone. Become invisible?

"Hey," he said, trying to look casual.

"Harold!" Niall yelled, pulling him in a hug. The hug lasted and Harry waited for Niall to break it, as usual. He spoted Louis in the back, shooting him a look. Why is he so mad all the time? Louis rolled his eyes. Harry smirked.

"Jealous?" he mouthed. Louis fake - smiled, slowly lifting his middle finger. Harry gave him one more smirk. Niall broke the hug. He put his hands on Harry's elbows. "Having fun?" Niall asked. Harry smiled.

"Very. You?"

"You don't even know!!" Niall said a lot louder then it was needed, since Harry was few inches away from him. Harry laughed. "I'm glad."

"Come on, drink with us!" the boy who called him, said. Harry smiled awkwardly.

"Y-yeah, yeah, sure," he mumbled. I'm only doing this for Niall. Not even a second after, he had a beer in his hand. He swallowed. It's not in a bottle. Someone already poured it in a cup. He can't drink that. Someone could've put something in the drink. Okay then just pretend you're drinking.

Minutes passed and Harry was still holding his full cup and awkwardly standing next to a group of people yelling and jumping. He overheard the name of the two boys, Liam and Zayn. They've already introduced themselves on the begging of the year, but Harry forgot their names. They were pushing him while jumping as if he's an object they don't even realize is there.

He couldn't see the two boys who liked each other anymore so he tried fixing his stare on something else but it didn't last for too long. It was getting too warm between all those people. He felt stuck, like there's no way out. People were literally leaning against him, now, probably being sure he's an object. Since he didn't move for the past half an hour.

Breath.

In.

Out.

Through the nose.

Now through the mouth.

In and o -

"Ahh!" someone yelled next to him, throwing him on the ground. He hit the ground, his head pounding. What the -