Teacher |H.S.|

fourteen*

!!Smut warning ;)!!

GEORGIE

"For fuck's sake, Niall."

I have just finished placing his limp body on the couch. He had way too much to drink and then proceeded into saying yes to the drugs Zayn offered him. I warned him that he shouldn't mix drugs and alcohol together, definitely not when he's not used to the strong stuff that Zayn has.

However, at the end of the day he's still a man. Men think they can handle a lot more than they actually can. They're stupid.

Now I'm stuck with a passed out Niall, Zayn who's high out of his mind and a deep cut in my hand. How did I get hurt? Well.. that's all because of Niall who drunkenly smashed his beer bottle on the counter. Then he tripped over his own feet and accidentally pushed me, causing me to fall down. I placed my hands on the counter in front of me, in an attempt to break my fall, and that's when the glass got stuck in my hand.

I'm pissed off. I thought I would have a fun night, but all I got to do was take care of a fucked up Niall and think about somebody who I shouldn't be thinking about.

"Having a good time, pretty girl?"

Zayn is seated on the other couch in the room, looking at me with a sly smile on his face while a cigarette is resting in between his lips. I only sent him a glare as a response, resting my good hand onto my hip.

"Can't you see? I'm having the time of my fucking life." I spit out.

His eyes dart down to my sore hand, the one that I had to wrap in a towel considering it wouldn't stop bleeding. Smoke leaves from his mouth as he looks back up into my eyes, there seems to be something on his face that tells me he feels bad for me.

A big sigh leaves my lips as I let myself fall down on the couch next to Zayn, he offers me his cigarette but I decline because I'm not in the mood. I'm trying to think about what the hell I'm going to do with Niall, I don't think he can stand on his own anymore and I simply can't carry him all the way home.

Do I call Louis? No, he'll kill me for waking him up at this hour and Joey will be even worse.

"What the fuck do I do?" I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"You can leave him here, he'll sleep it off and in the morning I'll drive him home." Zayn tells me this after turning his head so he can take a better look at me.

"Think he'll blame me for it?" I turn my head as well and let it rest against the couch.

"You've been caring for him the entire night, he can't blame you." Zayn says before placing the cigarette back in the corner of his mouth.

"Right.. thank you for doing this, very sweet of you."

"You say that like it surprises you, who told you I wasn't sweet?" he asks, a smirk tugging on his lips.

It's not that hard for me to see through the persona he puts on. Deep down, he's probably a good guy but he just became friends with the wrong people. I actually feel kind of bad, it must suck to have all those bad rumors spread around about you. Therefore, I send him a smile and thank him once again before I make my way out of the room.

A lot of people have clearly not grown tired yet, they're having the time of their life as I pass them by on my way to the front door. When I'm finally outside, I take a deep breath and try to ignore the headache that's slowly growing in my head.

I don't feel like going home and I also don't feel like partying anymore, I don't know what to do.. the thing I do know is that I'm hurt everywhere. My feet hurt because of the heels on these shoes, my head is aching and the cut in my hand is stinging.