Demons

Chapter 42

This was a mistake. I shouldn't have let Ava convince me to come tonight. Speaking of Ava, where was she?

Coming out of the bathroom, I evaded the kitchen in case Niall tried to continue to party with me. He did something to me, but I didn't know what. Maybe he drugged me. Or spiked my drink. I couldn't think straight, that was for sure.

Especially when I thought I saw Zayn. He would never come to high school parties, unless with me. And he wouldn't be hanging out with the stoners. Whatever I drank was somehow causing hallucinations.

I tried my hardest to find Ava or Louis but my mind was elsewhere, lingering still on Zayn, as usual. That is, until I heard my name called.

"Lacey! Where the hell did you go?!" I heard Louis's distant and concerned voice, though he was inches away from me. I didn't respond, looking for Ava in the crowd, when I felt soft hands grip my shoulders and shake me.

"Lace! Hello? Anyone home?" Ava shouted over the crowd, and I finally felt like my head was clearing up.

"What? I've been with Harry and then his friend, and then I went to the bathroom. Why? How long was I gone?" I asked. I vaguely remembering lying down on the bathroom floor, but I never threw up. I didn't drink alcohol, so of 'course I wouldn't. But my head was still pounding.

"You've been gone for at least an hour. Have you lost any concept of time?" Louis snapped sassily, and I waved him off. I felt for my pockets, but it wasn't there. And suddenly, I started panicking.

"I - I can't find my phone!" I yelled and ran away from the two, retracing my steps back to the kitchen. When I realized that I never took it out there, I went to the back of the old house, where Harry's gang hung out.

I awkwardly ran to the front, but no one paid much attention to me, except for Harry. As if it was Déjà Vu, our eyes locked onto each other's, and the whole room stopped and quieted down. Well, actually it didn't quiet down, but it felt like it.

And just like before, Harry didn't move or acknowledge me. The rest of the group continued talking about whatever, but his beautiful gaze remained on me like I was prey. There was no telling how much I just wanted him to get up and race to me in front of his friends and kiss me. There is something definitely wrong with you right now. Snapping out of my desires, I looked around the circle of people in search of my phone. But it was nowhere to be found.

"Looking for this?" Niall turned me around to face him forcefully, and I only now realized that he wasn't in the group. He was just arriving as I had, coming from the makeshift dance floor. There in his hand was my phone. Thief.

"Yes. When did you take it?" I asked, and he grinned at me.

"You left it in the kitchen, so I took it in case someone would steal it." He explained, yet I didn't buy his story. I never even had it out; it was in my pocket the whole time. But slowly my mind was piecing everything together.

When we were in the kitchen, Niall poured me a couple of drinks of Sprite. I remembered that clearly. He kept suspiciously turning around, doing something to the drinks that I stupidly drank. And he kept resting his hand on my hip, which would've made it unbelievably easy to steal my phone. I was such an idiot.

"Someone did steal it, you did."

"Can't we just say that I borrowed it to give me a chance to see you again?" He smirked, trying his absolute best to look adorable. Which he did, but I disregarded his good looks for his annoying and way-too-forward personality.

"Fine." I said, unintentionally flirting back.

Maybe it was my subconscious trying to get back at Harry for kissing another girl right in front of me. Anger started to fuel me, and I stroked Niall arm full of tattoos. I turned my head ever so slightly to look at Harry and was met with a very intense and harsh glare. Harry just sat there, not engaging in the conversation closest to him, and stared at me. Take a picture Harry, it will last you longer.