I was lying on my bed, texting Kaessie, when Harry walked in.
"Liam, get dressed, we're going clubbing." He said.
"And I'm coming because..." I asked him, he knows I don't drink.
"Your the responsible one and you keep us from going to jail. Duhhh." He said and walzed out the room.
I groaned and sat up, texting Kaessie a quick goodbye and walking over to my closet, where I pulled out a white button down and some sneakers, keeping on my jeans. I quickly fixed my hair and rushed downstairs, grabbing the keys to Harry's Rangerover.
"Lads! Get your butts down here, I'll wait in Harry's car!" I shouted and walked over to the black beast. I jumped up into the seat and and waited for the rest of the boys. One by one, the boys filed out. Niall, Zayn, and Louis in a similar outfit to mine, and Harry, wearing some sort of tanktop and beanie with jeans and destroyed converse.
"What's with the badboy outfit!" The four of us shouted at Harry in unision.
"Shut it you lot! I lost my button down shirt." He mumbled, entering the car.
"To the club we go!" Louis shouted, while the rest of the boys cheered.
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"Louis.... guess what." I slurred, wobbling down the stairs.
"What..." He mumbled.
"I know what it's liked to be drunk!" I shouted, very loud, earning few stares.
"Hey sexy." I heard a female voice purr behind me. I swirled around and saw a girl in about as little clothing as possible before you got arrested.
"Hi." I said.
"Wanna have a good night tonight?" She asked, I nodded.
"Come with me." She said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to a cab.
••••••••
I woke up, startled. Where am I? I thought as I looked around, until I found a quite obviously beautiful girl lying next to me... naked.
I sobbed for 15 straight minutes until I pulled on some clothes and rushed out the door, stealing the girls grey hoodie and sunglasses. She deserved it.
As soon as I got home, the boys huddled around me, shouting out curses.
"What the actual fuck Liam! How could you do that to Kaessie?" Was what I heard from Niall that completely made me loose it.
"I DONT FUCKING KNOW GUYS. THIS IS WHY I DON'T DRINK. I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. YOU THINK I'M PROUD OF THIS? I'M SO FUCKING ASHAMED I'D SHOOT MYSELF. I LOVE KAESSIE. I love Kaessie Chapman." I cried out and ran upstairs to my room.
••••••••
I had been staring at the wall, crying for a full 2 days when Kaessie facetimed me.
"Hey babe!" She chirped in her usually bright self.
"Hello." I mumbled.
"Hey are you okay?" She asked in a worried tone.
"I'm fine."
"Oh, okay. So when can I visit?"
"NO!" I practically shouted.
"Wha- Why? Are you sick or something Liam?" She asked, obviously confused.
"I said I'm fine."
"Then why can't I visit?"
"Because I don't WANT you here." I said, immediately regretting it.
"Fine. Don't get your panties in a knot." She growled and hastily hung up.
This time I couldn't hold back. I let out a long, loud sob and cried into my pillow, not caring about anything or anyone,
but Kaessie.
