Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 30

I widen my eyes, surprise hitting me even though I should've expected him to say weird stuff, considering the state he is in. I open my mouth to say something but he beat me to it, continuing his blabbered one-sided conversation.

"Won't even fuck me" he slurrs, looking at the table and front of him, "Why won't you fuck me?"

"Your drunk", I whisper fast in response as soon as I process his mumbled words, an even more shocked than before look setting on my face at the openness of his speech. "Who can I call?" I ask him but he just shruggs, his intoxicated mind deciding that my question isn't important enough to deserve a reply." I am calling Zayn" I choose fast. "Where's your phone?"

He shrugs again, starting to play with the hem of the shirt he was wearing. "On the floor" he mumbles, motioning at a generalized spot.

"On the... floor?" I say questioningly with a little frown glancing at the floor of the kitchen. I don't remember having seeing him putting it down, but it's also really late so I could've just escaped my attention.

"Outside", he whispers absentmindedly and I shoot up almost instantly, as fast as possible, out of the kitchen and towards the main door hoping that it would've still been there.

Thankfully I spot the dark phone, still abandoned on the floor, next to my doormat. As I was about to pick it up, I notice a bunch of lilies along with a note on my doormat.

My heart races faster than usual while I pick everything up, turning back, to go into the kitchen. My heart skips a beat when I hear a noise, while closing the main door. The noise seems to have come from the staircase, outdoors.

I peep through the main door and watch someone's shadow move away. I quirk my eyebrows, placing, whatever I was holding, on the centre table and moving out of the main door, down the stairs. Unfortunately I do not find anybody down there but someone was surely here. I go back to my house.

When I enter the kitchen I find Harry in the same position as before, leaning back against the chair. "Can you unlock it?" I ask him putting the phone in front of him on the table and filling his glass again hoping that I would  manage to sober him up enough to decide what he should do together.

With no surprise I find Zayn's number saved under his name. I click on the call button and bring the phone to my ear nervously, tapping my blunt nail on the table as I wait for him to pick up, my nervousness racing with each ring being ignored on the other side. I sigh, when the call goes to voicemail realising that he wouldn't have been of any help.

I carefully walk towards Harry putting my hand on his shoulder and shaking lightly to get him to look at me. "Zayn isn't answering, so you have to stay here, okay?" I whisper to him, watching him as he gives me a little nod. "Take off your shoes" I add, knowing that we would have to hide away in my bedroom

With some trouble he manages to take off his black boots without falling from the chair and I reach him again.

"We have to be quite, alright?" I whisper, hating the way the amount of trouble I would've been in if I'd been discovered, seems to rise exponentially every second.

He nods which is the most I could've probably asked of him, in that moment and I take his boots not wanting to let him dropping them on the floor by accident in front of my parents bedroom. I walk towards the door of the kitchen opening it and waiting for him to exit the room before turning off the light. I take my phone, that I had almost forgotten was in the pocket of my sweatpants for the whole time and turn on the flashlight hoping it would have been enough to keep Harry from tripping and potentially creating a disaster.

I push the door of my room, open and I usher Harry in before closing it, putting his boots on the floor at the end of the bed. I turn around and discover that Harry has sat on my bed, a confused look in his eyes as he glances at the opposite wall as if he couldn't quite understand what he is doing there but is unbothered enough to move.