Head over Heels || book one.

Red blood on white tiles

Author's note:

*Party at mine*

52 chapters!

200 pages!

69291 words!

Enjoy!

Stef’s POV

“... Yeah, you want to get something to eat?” I asked, ending the previous conversation, partly because I was tired of standing up and I was actually hungry.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Louis scratched the nape of his neck and followed me as I headed over to the table laid out with a small assortment of food. “And so as I was saying-”

For a minute there was dead silence except for Bruno Mars’ voice playing in the background, Treasure. All the right side of my dress was soaked in a variety of alcohol. Broken shot glasses trashed the white tile floor. Louis’ arms were wrapped protectively around my waist and I seemed to have fallen on top of him. Just across from us, Cassie was trying her best to not look flustered as Zayn helped her up.

She’d been carrying a tray of drinks. She’d been carrying a tray of drinks and crashed into us. She’d been carrying a tray of drinks and crashed into us leaving me covered in alcohol and had all the shot glasses smashed across the floor.

Louis’ POV

Yeah I was pretty hungry too. I followed Stef as she began to lead me across the room to where the food was. All I could hear was people talking, some already drunk most not.

Then as she looked back at me, I started talking again. “And so as I was saying-” I saw her walk into Cassie and the drinks go all over her. My immediate reaction was to help, but somehow, I hadn’t stopped walking as I watched the incident, and fell over, failing to catch myself, but somehow Stef landed half on me. I pulled her closer just instinctively and held on.

Cassie’s POV

Somehow I was the one to get stuck holding the drinks, I didn’t see any logic in that. I mean, I most likely wasn’t going to drink, maybe a slim chance, but I wanted to spend my night with my friends and...maybe...boyfriend. But no. I had to hold a drinks tray all night.

I heard somebody squeal/scream from the other side of the room and momentarily turned. Nothing seemed to be jumping out at me so I turned back. I thought I saw somebody fitting the silhouette of Liam and went to call his name. Bang. Crash. All over.

I remember falling backwards and somebody or something (the lighting was too dim) knocked the tray out of my hands. At least I’m off duties now. Yay me. Snaps for Cass! But I do think I was unconscious for about a millisecond, because next thing I knew, I was being picked back up. I quickly tried to stand on my own and dust myself off, I fell back over. My knees buckled, and sure enough, there was a slim line of red down my right calf.

“Hey, hey. Sh. Sh. It’s ok.” Somebody comforted me. Was I crying? I better not be. Something brushed against my leg and I winced in pain.

“Hold still, I promise it’ll be better soon.” A more familiar voice explained. I opened my eyes completely and saw that I had been sat down on the bench and my shoe from my right foot had been taken off. There were steri strips along the cut from one of the broken glasses.

The volume on the music had been turned down and on the other side of the room, I saw Stef hobbling away towards the stairs, Louis with her.

Sarah came rushing over, eyes looking semi bloodshot or something. She sort of jogged on the spot, eyes watering. “Sorry, just had a vodka and met satan.” She explained.