Wishes (H.S)

Strong.

Standing there, not knowing what to do and think at all, I decide I want to go home. Parties clearly isn't for me and my whole night is ruined anyway.

I walk back inside, thinking of what Harry just told me. Why in the living hell did he hit one of his mates because of something he said about me? Me?! I thought he disliked me, but now he's standing up for me? How does that work?

He's probably intoxicated.

I head back into the frat house and the smell of liquor and vomit fills my senses. I want to barf at the sight of the girl vomiting in the kitchen sink. A guy runs over and holds up her hair, who also gags in the process.

The music pumps through my head and I'm quickly in search of someone I know. It's not easy, though. I don't know anyone. Jumping when I feel a hand wrap around my elbow, I feel slightly relieved that Louis is standing there. "Hey." He smiles. "Are you okay?"

I clear my throat, that has suddenly become very dry, and lightly shake his hand off of my elbow. "Yeah, yeah I am. I want to go home, though."

"Noo." He whines. "You can't go! The party has only began."

Only began? How long does this stuff take?

"I.. I have to. I have to get ready for Monday." I quickly make up an excuse.

"Okay." He sighs, scratching his arm. "I understand. Kinda." He smiles.

"Thanks. Can you drive me?"

"I can." He says and I suddenly smell the alcohol on his breath.

"How much did you drink?" I ask in concern. He's definitely not driving me if he's drunk. His eyes are glossy and a shade of red.

"Not that much." He carelessly waves his hand in the air to show that it's okay.

"I don't think you're in any state to drive." I reply honestly. The last thing I need right now is to get into a car crash.

"I can."

"You can't."

"I caaan."

"No."

"You're so stubborn." He laughs. "Fine. How will you get home?"

"I.. I don't know."

"I can drive her." I hear a voice from behind me and cringe when I recognise the accent.

Harry.

"You think I'm letting you drive me after you drank that much?" I turn around to face him.

"I'm not drunk anymore."

"I'm not falling for that."

"God, Kendra just fucking trust me, I'm not drunk! That fight sobered me up." He explains, running his hands through his curls in frustration.

Well, his eyes aren't so red and glossy anymore...

"Fine." I say, walking towards the door. "Goodbye Louis. Thank you for inviting me." I smile towards Louis and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well look who just turned into a 60 year old woman." Harry mumbles sarcastically to himself, though I hear him.

I clench on my teeth and roll my eyes, not even bothering to hide my annoyance.

"Let's go." I say, walking out of the front door.

"Over here." He signals to his Range Rover.

I wait outside the car to test his manners, I'm quickly let down as he enters his car, not even bothering to open my door for me. Should've known.