If I Could Fly

Chapter 6 - The Party

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Harry's POV

Tonight is even better than I could have imagined, everything is perfect and Zayn loves everything. He is genuinely surprised and happy with all that I planned. After I yank him through the door his eyes light up while he looks around and he hugs me so tight I can't breathe but I couldn't be happier. When we walk through the flat I show him every detail and he tells me time and time again that it's perfect, and that's all I wanted to hear.

I know he'd be happy with anything we did for him but I wanted to surprise him and I wanted it to be perfect.

Zayn mingles with everyone, his art mates, his skate park mates, and his cousin. I end up talking to Louis for most of the night, except for when I am hanging onto Zayn like a koala. Louis and I talk and laugh through the night and I even do some shots with him and Niall which means I am a bit more flirty than I normally would be.

When I met Zayn in first year it was an immediate connection, we clicked immediately and fit so well together as mates. I have always felt comfortable around him and have never been ashamed to be who I am. We understand each other in a way that no one else does. Zayn does so much for me and I wanted to show him how amazing he is and how much he means to me.

After everyone is gone we are left with Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis, and myself. I couldn't be happier, this is the perfect end to the perfect night.

It's nearing 6 am and everyone is pretty much sober (thanks to the buckets of water we all drank and the rotisserie chicken we devoured. I knew it would hit the spot), but no one seems to want the night to end so we stay up and keep talking and laughing, just enjoying eachothers company.

Lou and I clean up as people leave so the room has a nice lemony smell instead of the tequila and stale beer smell that was lingering.

I get up to get some more water when I hear a knock at the door. The music is still playing in the other room so I doubt anyone can hear it other than me. I wouldn't have heard it if I weren't in the kitchen. I'm sure someone just left something or is so drunk they have made a full circle and we will be harboring someone for the night.

I open the door and I am stunned, my body goes ice cold and the blood drains from my face. My first response is to slam it shut but a giant hand stops the door in its tracks.

Alex is standing half in the doorway with his finger over his lips telling me to be quiet.

I swallow the lump of fear in my throat and shove it deep down inside.

Harry: "What do you want" I whisper.

Alex: "I just need your key. I can't get into mine so I'm going to crash at mum and Des'."

He doesn't seem to be drunk which lets me relax a little bit but I doubt he is completely sober, it is 6 am, maybe on drugs? I have no idea what he does in his free time.

Harry: "Fine. Follow me, and don't make a sound."

Alex follows me down the hallway to the end where my room is, I step in and he follows. I start digging around my room not sure where my key is, I have never actually used it. My muscles are tense as I frantically try to find my key. The tension surrounds me like water trying to pull me down, I feel like I am drowning while standing in my own room. I notice Alex looking around but I just want to find the key and get him out of here so I ignore him.

Alex lets out a big huff of exasperation drawing my attention.

Alex: "God you aren't even ashamed are you?" voice sharp and dark.