"What are you doing here?." Louis says.
"It's my house. Remember? You drove me here." I say coldly and he gasps.
"I can't seem to remember that, love." He asks and then turns to Zayn. "You never said she's holding the party!"
I look at Zayn, he has his one hand in his pocket and the other one is near his mouth holding a cigarette. I cringe since I hate the smell.
"I didn't know she was, my friend told me there would be a party at this address and that we should come around 8-9 o'clock."
He shrugs and keeps smoking his cigarette. Harry's standing in the background and smiling awfully much.
"Aren't you going to let us in?" Louis says and smiles. I keep my straight face.
"Who said you were invited? I'm not letting anyone in." I snap and put my hands on my hips but not for too long since I feel my body dragging me to the floor. I instead take a hold of the door. The alcohol is really kicking in.
"Nobody!" Harry says with joy in his voice as they walk in to the house. I groan and follow them as they enter.
"What are you even doing here?" I spit.
"We just wanted to keep an eye on you, love." Louis says. Why does he have to keep calling me love? I'm not his stupid love.
"Well I'm just here for the ladies." Harry says dragging the last word as he does a spin. He looses his balance in the middle of the spin, he almost falls but helps himself by taking a hold of Zayn's jacket. Zayn glares at him but Harry ignores it. He keeps laughing and I can't help but laugh with him. What's wrong with this guy?
"Well, I'm going to entertain myself." Zayn says and walks somewhere and Louis nods. Harry is already long gone and I'm confused. Why do I keep seeing them? Is this faith? God damn it.
Louis is staring at me when I snap back to reality.
"It's rude to stare." I say as I continue my way to the kitchen. I don't hear his footsteps after me and I'm glad.
Harry is standing in front of the fridge and scanning the content with his eyes when I come to the kitchen. He pulls out a whole package of some kind of expensive salami my father eats and brings half of the package to his mouth.
"What in the world are you doing? Stop eating my food! My parents are going to notice it's gone!" I whine over the loud music.
He turns his head towards me and looks me in the eyes.
"Munchies" he says. Munchies? He's high?
"Yea, I'm high." He says answering my thoughts.
"Can you introduce me to any hot friends or do you want to finish what we started?" He adds and I can see the smirk growing on his lips. He's still holding the salami and I groan as I walk away from him.
As soon as I turn around, I see Nat. She's talking to Dylan and they are both laughing.
She's wearing black jeans and a loose t-shirt, like she always does. I walk towards them and they both stop talking as I approach them. Nat's pissed, I can already tell by her eyebrows that are furrowed. Dylan gives me an awkward smile as I try to come up with something to say.
"I tried to" I try to explain but she interrupts me.
"I know, Dylan told me everything, there's nothing we can do." She sighs. Nat can be so annoying some times, she's such a fucking bitch and always sees the negative in whatever I do. I gasp at my choice of words against her, even though I didn't say them out loud. Or at least I think I didn't. I giggle and quickly put my hand over my mouth. I don't even know why I did it, God, she's going to get so pissed if she finds out I've been drinking.
"Are you drunk?!" She shouts and I shake my head.
"You are, you're drunk! How can you be drunk when you have this in your house!" She shouts and gestures at the people that are currently ruining my house.
"I am not drunk." I lie and put my hands on my hips.
"Stand on one leg then." She tests me while crossing her arms. I furrow my brows at her and she gives me a half smile.
"You can't, right? Because you're drunk. God, Lexi!" She says and I shrug.
"I'm not. Besides, a party never killed nobody. My parents are coming home tomorrow and let's pray that Jamie won't be coming home either." I say trying not to slur. They both nod and I had forgotten Dylan was there.
"Let's party!" I say and Dylan laughs. Nat tries to keep a straight face but after a while she gives up and laughs with us.
"Fine." She says and rolls her eyes. "Just admit you're drunk and I'll party." She adds and I roll my eyes.
"Fine, I'm drunk." I say and smile. She sarcastically rolls her eyes.
"Shall we party then?" I say putting both of my hands in front of them. Dylan's quickly takes ahold of my hand but Nat doesn't. I reach for her hand and drag her with us as she laughs loudly.
