"Run!" Louis shouted.
I could hear the sound of the beer bottles clanking in my bag. The staggered breaths of my friends beside me as we sprinted down the sidewalk and street. I could see the reflection of flashing red and blue lights on passing buildings. The ringing of the sirens were exhilarating. I look to my left to see Paulina, Grace, and Jordan smirking, looking ahead with determined expressions on their faces. To my right, Liam and Niall almost seemed almost relaxed and free as they ran.
We all followed Louis because he was in the front. He made a sharp turn into someone's yard, us following not far behind. We ran through a tall row of bushes and once we made it through to the other side, everything was calm.
The police were gone and Harry took a seat on the ground, setting his bag next to him. He reached in it and pulled out 2 beers. He held them in both his hands and lifted them in the air.
"Here's to being young!"
All of us grabbed a beer.
"Here's to being young!" We repeated.
