I Know Places In The Dark (H.S.)

Chapter 5

Read the author's note because it's very important information!

Marie's P.O.V.

I immediately get out from under Zayn and grab my shirt and cover myself as if it were covering my whole half naked body from Harry.

"This is my fucking house. What the hell is wrong with you two?" Harry yells but it seemed like he was more disgusted and upset at me.

Zayn gets off the bed and grabs my pants off the floor and hands it to me.

"Sorry" Zayn says. I wasn't sure if he was apologizing to Harry or to me.

"You're such a douche." I mutter.

I look at Harry and he was completely pissed off. I took my eyes off of him and looked at Zayn who looked worried. I'm intoxicated for the first time, let me live a little.

I'm so stupid and rebellious when I'm drunk.

I was once again interrupted by my thoughts when a hand grabbed my arm, causing me to get off the bed, out of the room, and into another bedroom.

"You're insane." Harry shuts the door and gives me the angriest look ever.

"We didn't even do anything!" Besides make out and touch each other on top of our clothes.

"What did you do?!" Harry looked so angry and almost jealous. I half laugh at the thought. "What's so funny?" He looks at me. I guess I actually did laugh out loud.

"You." I point at him while he gives me a confused glare. "You're jealous Harry." I raise my eyebrows, although I was smiling, I still very serious.

"You've got to be kidding me?" He says to himself. "Me? Jealous?" He half laughs.. Well that makes my confidence go down. "You're the last person in this world I would fuck." He gives me a vicious smile causing my face turning red with embarrassment.

I was even more embarrassed because I remember I'm still in my bra and undies.

I deserved to be embarrassed though. I picked on him saying he was jealous.. Why would he even be jealous? Look at me, I'm a fucking tramp.

Ugh. No, I'm not.

I'm just too drunk to even comprehend my actions and what's happening.

"Ok." I fold my arms. "Are you done now?" Though my face was red, I wasn't going to leave the room embarrassed and humiliated.

He looks at me still pissed but satisfied with what he said. "Yes." He says with an attitude. "Now get out." He points to the door.

I scoff at him then leave the room, still half naked might I remind.

"Wait." He grabs my arm, AGAIN. I look at him. I was surprised but I didn't show any emotion.

"You can't go out there.. Like that.. There are guys that will see." He tells me but doesn't say it to my face.

"Unbelievable." I scoff. I do as he requests while he turns his back on me and then leave without a word.

Why doesn't he like me?

I'm likable!

Aren't I?

People like me right?

My mood changes. I was now sad, so sad I could even cry about not being liked. All my life I was never liked. They say in high school you had cliques or groups, well I wasn't even in one. I was an outsider. I don't even know if I can count the people I "hung" out with as friends.

I hate Harry so much. He reminds me of those popular people who bully the loners for no reason.

The alcohol was still in my system but I was more capable of controlling my actions and knowing what's happening.