Alive.

chapter seven

Hanna ~

When my eyes meet his all I see is pain, his handsome features twist into a distraught and hurt expression. My heart lurches as I realize I just hurt him. His pain was then covered up quickly with a deep glare. I turned around to see who he was targeting now, but when I turned around no one was there. I frown at him in my mind, but I can feel my cheeks turn red with embarrassment and regret.

I hear Jake say something in the background to Harry but all I seem to process is him. It almost feels like I've never left.

Harry scoffs and shoots daggers at me once more before stalking off. And just like that he managed to make me all messed up once again.

My muscles urge me to go after him and beg for his forgiveness, just to feel his burly arms around me again, I am almost convinced until the painful reminder of the dangers that are relationship gave off flashed through my mind. Tears threatened to leak but I suck it up.

"Are you okay?" Jake asks after a few minutes, "I had no idea Styles was here,"

"Don't talk about him," I snap with a deep frown set on my face. "I don't want to hear his name anymore."

Jake looks concerned but I look away. I cannot cry. "I'm sorry,"

"I'm getting a drink." I tell him and leave before he can mutter out a reply.

I manage to find the kitchen in the maze that this house is. People push and shove me and elbow me everywhere and I am sure bruises will be left behind. I find a red cup and fill it to the brim with Cherry Vodka. It sloshes around in the cup and some spills on my dress.

"Shit," I mutter.

"Easy, love," A voice cautions me.

I look up to see a brown haired man with some facial hair and deep blue-green eyes staring at me. "Louis Tomlinson?"

He peers at me curiously, "Do I know you?" His thick accent intrigues me.

"Nope, but I've heard of you," I give weak smile, somehow I had a feeling that this conversation was going to turn to Harry since they were in the same band.

"So your a fan?" Louis winks.

"Oh yeah, for sure," I roll my eyes jokingly.

"Oh so she's beautiful and sarcastic, the perfect mix,"

"Are you flirting with me?" I giggle.

"Maybe, not unless your not into it," Louis smiles.

"I'm so into it," Sarcasm laces my voice.

"Dance with me?" Louis gestures to the vacant dance floor.

"I don't know..." I have never been a good dancer.

"Oh come on, I'm sure I am worst at dancing then you are," Louis laughs.

I eye the dance floor suspiciously. More and more people come to dance. I am about to decline until I see him.

The corners of his mouth form a smile as his dimples flash out. He's holding the hand of a blond girl. They turn and she is now facing me. She is  beautiful, she has piercing blue eyes and big pink lips. Her figure is also perfect, unlike me. I find myself comparing her and me even if we haven't met yet. Harry seems so happy, he only got that happy on our good days when all the bad was locked away and we could just be with each other. My stomach hardens in pain, but I push it away. Nows the perfect time to exact my revenge and to make him jealous.