Perfect Mistake

Chapter 7

Harry's POV *Same day (Friday)*:

I walked out of the class room and went straight to my car. Turning the radio up, I drove down the street to Ty's house and the drive seemed to take longer than usual but it gave me time to think. Only 3 days ago, Louis told me that Liam had moved to our university and I was still pissed off but also a little scared. What would I do if I encountered him? Would I break down in tears and make a fool of myself or would I be ok? I laughed to myself; as long as I'm with Niall, I think I'd be ok. My thoughts left as I pulled into Ty's driveway. Knowing that the door would be unlocked, I walked straight inside, finding Ty sitting in his living room, reading the newspaper.

 "Styles! Good, you're here." He got up and walked past me to the stairs, the smell of smoke and alcohol trailing after him. "I'll go get your load, be right back." I stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited. Ty came back down the stairs carrying a huge box filled with bags of different things and shoved it in my arms once he reached the bottom. "There you go mate. Have fun, don't get caught." He said and sat back in his chair. I looked at him in disbelief and shook my head, walking back out to my car, putting the box in my trunk. I got into my car and just sat there for a minute, running my hands through my hair and down my face. Why was I even doing this? I wasn't even into drugs. I drove back to campus and made sure my trunk was locked before I walked up to my room. Looking from my bed to my dresser, I groaned. I grabbed a random pair of skinny jeans and a tank top, slipping them on and jumped into the bed to take a quick nap

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Someone nudged me awake and I rolled over to see Niall standing over me.

"What?" I grumbled.

 "Ready to go?" I looked at the clock and got out of bed, seeing it was 6. I ran my hand through my hair and nodded.

"Let's go." We drove to the frat house that was having the party but as we got closer, my hands started to sweat and my heart raced. What if HE was there? Of course he wouldn't be; he just came here the other day and he wasn't even a party person. So why was I worrying? We parked in the street and got out, walking up the steps.

"Just stick with me. You'll be fine." I said and the door opened, allowing us to walk right in. With Niall following, I walked over to the coolers, my eyes scanning the crowd of people, and handed Niall a beer. "Stay over here. I'll be right back in a few minutes." I said and walked away towards a group of people lingering in the hall; the exact people I was looking for. As I walked closer, someone caught my eye. I slowed down and veered off to stand by the wall, getting a better look. My heart seemed to stop and my hands felt sweaty again. Liam was leaning against the opposite wall in dark skinny jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was in a quiff and his arms were covered in tattoos and he had a lip piercing. Wow, he really changed in 5 months. The boy I once knew, who was an A+ student and goody two shoes, had turned into a bad boy. Then something else caught my eye. There was a guy on his arm, kissing at his neck. Despite the shock that coursed through me, I felt just as angry. Why did he have to be here of all places? I shook my head and continued towards the people I was headed towards earlier but before I reached them, people started moving towards the door.

"What's going on over there?" A girl asked.

 "Some guy came in and is yelling at some blonde haired kid... looks like there's gonna be a fight!" A guy said. Panic shot through me and I shoved past people to where I had left Niall. A guy that looked exactly like the guy in Niall's picture frame, Zayn was his name, had Niall by the wrist. Then Zayn slapped Niall across the face and I ran forward. Was this why Niall seemed nervous when Zayn was brought up in conversation? All the anger that had been building up finally exploding and I pushed the guy, Zayn, away from Niall and stood in front of him, shielding him.