Love Within Scars

Chapter 8

I entered the house -Zayn's house as I recall-. The loud noises emenating from the DJ spread into my sensitive ears. Liam took my hand while he dives into the sweating bodies. I hold on to his tightly, searching for familiar faces. I could feel a lump raising in my throat and I wished I would be besides my mother's bed at the hospital. My chest tightens and I feel myself out of breath until my gaze fell over a particular figure.

Magically, I could breathe again and my heart fluttered at his sexy attire. Apperantly, Liam has seen him too because he guided us to his place. How come Liam and Harry are friends? I have never seen them together at school.

yeah you would know because your gaze is always glued to his figure.
My conscience, yet again, snapped at me and I rolled my eyes yet didn't miss the tension between both of the boys. Liam dropped my hand automatically , nodded his head towards Harry and turned around to face me. He gave me his angelic smile while his eyes looking deeply into mine as if asking me to go get my man and be careful.

I smiled back and he walked away. I felt dumbfounded.

What is happening? and where is he going? Who is gonna give me a ride back to home? and what about my dad? Did he text him? I cursed myself for not calling him in the car.

While I whine about my messed up plans because of Liam, Harry smiled at me and I smiled back, getting nervous by the minute. What should I say?

He gave me a red cup. I took it eagerly taking its whole content in one gulp in a desperate try to ease the tension building down my stomach. Ugh cheap Vodka I snorted.

Harry approached his head to place it several inches next to my ear and said "You look nice today"

His hot breath sent chills down my spine. "thanks " I sais weekly and clutched his strong arm to steady myself.

He smirked and hold on to me tightly while guiding us to another room.

It was calm here. I looked around and found out that we are in the kitchen and that it is almost deserted. He took me by the waist and sat me gently on the counter and stood in front of me.

"So care to share how Liam convinced you to come?" He asked me, eyes locked with mine.

"He didn't do much, actually. I was already preparing myself to come" I lied bereaking the eye contact and searching around me for a clean cup of water.

"Well, I am happy to have you here" and as if on cue, he took a new bottle of the same cheap Vodka from a near closet and poured some in my cup. I thanked him, took one and kept contemplating the liquid while he was looking for red cup for himself.

I had some drinks before and from my short experience I knew it would be too strong for my weak body, especially that I didn't have my dinner.

My eyebrows shot up and it hit me with such force that I didn't realise I made a sound until Harry turned around and asked me serious green eyes pourong into mine.

"What's wrong?"

"I just remembered that I have only eaten an apple since lunch and that drink I had two minutes ago was too strong for an empty stomach."

I let out a whimper and placed the cup beside me in the counter top. "Oh God.. Nothing seems to go right in my life"

"That's okay. We can go have a dinner" he shrugged and went on "This
party is boring anyway so I don't think a change of plans wouldhurt"

Harry winked and took my hand to help me stand on my own feet. I, on the other hand, was in desbelief. Everyone was talking about how good this party is gonna be and he didn't enjoy it?