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fourteen

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frivoller (noun) - a person with no serious aim in life

"Niall James Horan, you are a fucking liar!" I leaned my head back on the cabinet as I laughed loudly.

"I swear," Niall slurred. "I caught a squirrel from the parking lot and convinced the boys it was a mutated dog for a week. Harry was the only noodle who genuinely believed it. Liam made me take it back because he's a dickhead."

We burst out into laughter, all three of us drunkenly leaning on each other.

Two hours had quickly escaped us, and I hadn't seen a sight of Harry, Liam, Louis, or the redhead since.  I wasn't even sure if any of them were still at the party.

Niall, Aria, and I had stayed in the kitchen together, progressively getting drunker as time rolled by.

Niall was properly trashed, while Aria and I were both politely drunk, a little stretch past tipsy.

I had a strong desire to go home and sleep. But I wondered if Harry was still sober enough to take me home.

"We should find the guys." I hiccuped, not really knowing if I wanted to see Harry after he had ditched me for two hours.

"We should!" Aria agreed, obviously overjoyed with the idea.

"Let's go find those motherfuggers." Niall slid off the counter, tripping while he did so.

"Let's go to the living room," I said. "They might be there."

Aria and I wrapped our arms around Niall's waist, trying to keep his drunken self balanced. Niall rested his arms around our shoulders, keeping us close.

I let out a sharp breath, attempting to prep myself before joining the overly-crowded living room. Before I was fully prepared, Niall practically flung himself into the living room, forcing Aria and I to go with him.

"Shit shit," I whined under my breath, dodging sweaty bodies that greedily reached out for me. "Do you see them?"

The music was hitting me hard, with every step I could feel the vibrations travel against my skin. I couldn't take one breath without smelling beer or weed.

My head was spinning like crazy and I knew we wouldn't be able to find Harry in this crowd. He was just a needle in a haystack, impossible to find.

Niall seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

I wanted to yell at Niall for getting so drunk and making us carry him. I wanted to yell at Harry for leaving me when he said he wanted to party with me. I wanted to yell at Aria for agreeing to come to this party. I wanted to yell at Alec for being bad at math. I wanted to yell at that redhead for singlehandedly ruining my night with one obnoxiously red hair flip.

I wanted to yell at that guy who just touched my butt-

"I think I see...Liam. Liam!" Aria shouted over the music, pointing to a corner of the room.

I squinted to where she was pointing to see Liam sitting on a couch with some other people. I was too far away to tell who but I prayed it was Harry and Louis.

"Payno will take care of me,"" Niall whimpered. "Paynooooo..."

"Okay, let's go." Aria and I used our combined soberness lead Niall in the direction of Liam.

"Oh, hey!" Liam exclaimed once we came closer. "Long time, no see."

I wanted to punch him in his pretty face for saying that annoying phrase.