Chapter 13:
Echo's POV:
Walking through the house drunk seems easy but when your actually the person whose walking drunk it's hell. It doesn't really help that there are literally hundreds of people in here that you have to walk through loads of sweaty body's to get from one wall to the next and it's hot! Besides the salty sweat BO and vodka in the air I think a few people threw up making it sickening that I want to through up myself but I hold me breath and keep on pushing.
Finally making it to the lounge room were there are fewer people, some passed out, I spot Zayn and a blonde guy taking what looks like vodka shots. Great how am I going to get home?
Walking out, a strong thick Irish accent makes me stop and turn around "is this the girl you've been talking about Zayn? She's fi..." Zayn covering his mouth before he can finish his sentence as he whispers words I can't make out over the music in blondies ear.
Fuck it! I'm just going to walk home! It's not that long. Maybe just a 30 minute walk but I'd rather that then awkward silence drive not to mention his drunk. No way in hell! Checking my phone for the time, if I go now I can make it home by 1. I sigh.
Bracing myself to go through the sea I think it would be quite easier since I think I sobered up a bit.
"Babe you should join us!" Blondie slurred as he takes another shot "pleaseeeee!" He pouted like a kid as I face him.
"No thanks. I need to get home. I got a curfew" I lied. My mum works the late shift at the hospital as a nurse so she isn't home to care about where I am. But when she is home during the day she's usually sleeping to prepare to take the late shift. She just makes sure there's food in the fridge for me to eat, which I'm ok with.
"No please stay! Tomorrow's Saturday so we don't have school!" He stood up while grabbing my wrists and sitting me down on the sofa next to Zayn as he takes another shot looking in the opposite directions hen he throws down the glass.
"No No! I got work in the morning. I should get going!" I insisted not wanting not wanting to stay and get another hurtful rejection for Zayn.
"At least take a shot..." He forced.
"No. I've already had four cups before" growing tired.
As Blondie opens his mouth "just let her go Niall! Zayn yells making him close his mouth again and me feel really sorry for him.
After a long awkward silence, 'Niall' pipes up again "how are you going to get home since Zayn drove you here?"
"Ummmm in just going to walk home... I guess" I whispered as I tear the outer layer of my skin around my finger nails to keep myself busy not wanting to meet neither of there eyes.
"That's like a 40 minute walk" Zayn finally spoke as I look up to meet his mysterious brown eyes.
"I think you exaggerating a tiny bit. It's like a 30 minute walk" he chuckles, making me smile.
"It's still long"
"There's a different though" me wanting to be right.
"A 10 minute one. Also I've seen you in PE { Physical Education } and sorry but your not that good" no he didn't but I guess it's true. I sigh.
"Whatever... What can I do? I was going to ask you to take me home but your here talking shots and I can't call a cab because I don't have any money on me..." I sigh again while dropping my head and going back to giving myself a mini manicure.
"Well, I was about to call a cab, you can ride with me. I'll just pick up my car in the morning with Niall and we live close to each other I guess" he smiled as his eyes lighten up.
"No No No. I couldn't ask you to do that! You and Niall can sta..." As I look to my right I just notice he left.
Looking around confused and back to Zayn "he wanted to give us privacy to talk" he simple explain while nodding his head at the doorway guessing he went out through there. "Is that a yes because I don't want you to be wondering around the streets of England by yourself. There are bad people out there" I nodded to say I understand and to the question. "C'mon let's go outside so I can make that call without yelling." I nod again letting him take my cold hands in his warm hands as he lead me through the people.
Making it outside Zayn went straight to the phone to call a cab while I breath in the amazing misty air. Somewhat clean air never felt so good. Finishing my weird moment with the air I look down to my arms noticing I wasn't freezing to death and fitting Harry's jacket still wrapped securely around my small figure reaching halfway down my arse which keeps it warm. It's now just my legs that are about to receive hyperthermia.
Dropping down to sit on the curb I warm my legs up slightly by running both my hands up and down both my legs to create friction to keep them warm but getting tired really fast. So I wrap my arms around both my legs making sure to cover most of the area.
When Zayn finished on the phone he sits in front of me. "Are you cold?" He questioned as he looks at my chattering teeth.
As I nod not really trusting my voice, he quickly wraps his long arms around my fragile shaking body with his stomach and chest being a shield from the wind that is threatening to give my legs hyperthermia, burying my face into is neck breathing in his musky sweet cologne.
After about 10 minutes and whispers of Zayn's kind words in my ear we were in the cab heading home, still in Zayn's embrace as I lean my head on his shoulder and his arms around my waists. How did I go from nearly kissing Zayn then kissing Harry then being in Zayn's arms all in a few hours? I feel bad. But kissing Harry was a mistake that I have to brace myself for the consequences on Monday. But till then Zayn is all I need right now.
When were a few streets from my house Zayn breaks the comfortable silence "are you ok? You looked like you wanted to get home as soon as possible. Did something happen?"
"Ummmmm not that I remember..." Sitting up to study his face, still trying to comprehend his outburst of questions.
"Are you sure? Because you can tell me anything..."
What is with these questions? "No, nothing happened... It's just I'm quite crostophobic and I'm not the kind to be going out and drink and dancing. It got a bit too much for me." I explained hoping he will understand.
"Ohhh I didn't know that..." He trailed off "sorry about the questions just wanted to know if you are ok.." He looks done breaking our eye contact. His so sweet.
"No no! I don't expect you to know. It's just no one really knows that well now you do. And I am ok" I kiss him lightly on the cheek as he gives in and smiles, going back to rest my head on his shoulder.
When we finally reach my house, Zayn asks for my number so we swapped phones and swapped numbers and he kissed me on the corner of my mouth making me jump around when I'm in the safety of my room.
Changed and in bed about to slip off into dream world my phone goes off.
From: Bad Boi Zayn :)
Sweet dreams beautiful. xx
Awww! Smiling widely at his contact name.
To: Bad Boi Zayn :)
Bad Boi Zayn? Really? Haha! Night night! xx
I lock my phone can't stop myself from smiling and drop into my happy place.
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