Wonderwalls {HS}

VI

The boy grabs a beer and a large bottle of vodka, and wipes the beaded water off of them with his jacket sleeve.

"Pick your poison," he says.

"What?" I ask, confused. I'm assuming he's taking to me, but why? I look him up and down. He's staring at me with a look in his deep brown eyes that looks a bit iterated now. Even though he seems semi pissed off by my confusion, I find him quite captivating. His jawline could cut like a knife, and his tanned skin like brown sugar...

"Do you want a drink?" he clarifies.

"No... I mean I- I don't really drink beer..." I stutter, still a bit shaken from his offer.

"Suit yourself." He takes a chug from the bottle of electric blue vodka. Was it flavored? I mean if it didn't taste like straight alcohol how much could it really hurt?

"Actually, sure. I'll have some of the--" I start, "--is that... vodka?"

"Yep," he says as he pours the blue liquid into a red plastic cup and slides the drink over to me. "I'm Damien, by the way."

"Fin," I say and swallow the shot, thinking it will loosen me up. It burns my throat and I begin coughing violently. I didn't expect it to burn this much. Damien gives me a puzzled look.

"Damn. That's potent," I cough.

"Let me guess, never had vodka before," he says cooly, taking a swig from his beer. I shake my head. He chuckles. "I figured. Keep drinking, you'll get used to it."

He seems a bit older than me, so I follow his advice and feel myself becoming more at ease. By the time I finish my second shot, I feel completely comfortable-- something I rarely feel in new situations. I grab the bottle and pour another. Damien moves to sit on the stool next to me and we chat about the university, the frat, and classes. I slowly feel myself becoming more tipsy as the conversation goes on.

"Don't you want to go dance with like your girlfriend or something?" I finally ask him. He runs his fingers through his dark hair and smirks.

"I don't have a girlfriend... or at least anymore. I'd rather sit here with a sexy girl like yourself anyway." My heart jumps as his comment caches me off guard. He touches my thigh and I start to worry where this is going...

"Hey, Fin the one and only!" a deep English voice shouts from behind me. I turn around to see the boy who helped me on move in day standing in the kitchen doorway with a giant grin on his face. His chocolate curls peek out from his forest green snapback; just as I remembered them from move in day, and he's wearing a blue flannel which is unbuttoned down to his chest. I can see a glimpse of his tattoos emerging from under the shirt, but I can't quite make out what they are. The tall grinning boy is joined by two others. A striking dark haired boy with olive skin, and a buff brunette boy with a bit of a beard growing. Both tattooed and quite fetching, to say the least, but the one with the curls captivates me. What was his name again? Henry... Harris...? The vodka has jumbled my thoughts and I can't think straight.

He plops down on the stool to the left of me, so I am sandwiched in between him and Damien. "Remember me?"

Finally the name comes back to me. "Harry right?" I half slur. I suddenly start feeling even more drunk than I did before. I've only had like two shots...

"Yep!" he says, and his face lights up. He is so pretty. Not handsome necessarily, but just everything about him is so pretty. His two friends trot over to where we are seated.

"You two know each other?" Damien asks with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Know each other?! We're basically best friends!" Harry giggles.

"He picked up a box I dropped on move in day." I tell Damien.

"I didn't know you were a frat boy." I say to Harry, who is now swinging his long legs dangling from the barstool.

"I'm not," Harry says with a chuckle.

"What? How'd you get into this party. I thought only girls could get into these things."

"Niall let me come. He wanted me to be his wingman or something for this girl that's in one of his classes."

"Oh for Sammi Sage! Yeah she's my roommate. Wait do you know where she is? I should probably go find her it's been like two or three hours since I've seen her." I start to panic. Maybe I shouldn't have left her alone with him. Niall seemed like a pretty nice guy though... I'm sure she's fine.

"They're probably off dancing or something. Niall's a good guy, don't worry about her," he assures me. A weight lifts off my shoulders and I let out a breath.

"I won't. I'm sure she's fine," I reply. My head still feels a bit buzzy.

"Not to like interrupt anything, but I think I'm going to get back to the party, Fin." Damien remarks bitterly.

"Nooo. Stay please." I whine. He sits back down.

"You know, Harry, you never introduced me to your friends. They're really fucking h..." I catch myself. What is wrong with me? I suddenly feel exceedingly drunk. His eyes narrow in suspicion.

"Uh yeah. This is Liam," Harry points the the buff boy wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. Liam smiles.

"What he said. It's really nice to meet you." Liam says.

"I would introduce you to Zayn, but it looks like he left the party early." Harry winks at Liam. "You know him."

Liam laughs softly and shakes his head. "Yes I certainly do."

"Oh so he like leaves early a lot and stuff," I slur. Two shots that's all. What is going on?

"Yeah... he does. Hey Fin, are you like... okay?" Harry asks, concerned.

"Want another shot, Fin?" Damien interrupts. I reach for the small glass when Harry stops me.

"I think you've had enough vodka for tonight."

"Just let her have the drink, man. It's not gonna hurt her."

"Fuck I don't feel so great, guys." I grip Harry's arm, feeling as if I might pass out.

"Come with me, Fin, you can go lay down in my room," Damien insists, grabbing my hand.

"I think it might be a better idea to find Samantha and take her back to her dorm," Harry argues. "Can you go find her, Liam?"
Liam rushes out of the room in attempt to find Sam. My vision becomes blotchy, and I grip Harry's arm harder.

"I just... I--" I whisper

Blackness.