Oblivion [H.S.]

F i f t e e n

Zayn was nowhere to be seen. Harry swore he just went to the other side of the bar, or somewhere near at least, but when Harry asked the bartender if he saw him anywhere, the bartender shook his head. Louis was practically on the floor, Harry's arm clinging to his small waist for dear life. He wasn't heavy, at all, just desperate to get out of Harry's grip.

"H-Harry, why is the sky not blue when I'm feeling so . ." Louis complained, " .. blue?"

Harry kept looking around for Zayn, feeling drops of sweat run down his forehead and down his cheeks. It had to be a hundred degrees in there, he thought. Like that wasn't enough, Harry was as anxious as he hadn't been since high school. His strong hands became fragile and weak as the music got louder and the crowd got bigger. Louis wouldn't stop whining either. It was like heavy weights were suddenly put on his shoulders. With blurred green eyes he braced himself, before he started walking through the big crowd that was almost as sweaty as him, with a heartbeat beating in sync with the beat of the music.

His steps were heavy and reluctant, and bodies were pressing his sides to the point where he felt suffocated, but he took a quick look at Louis, who was struggling even more to just stay awake, and kept walking. His eyes were wet and blurry, but that didn't stop him. Louis had always been there for him, and if Harry couldn't do this one thing for Louis, what would that show of Harry? That he was weak and selfish and the worst friend in the world. Which he was, he thought, but it wouldn't make it better if he just gave up now. Louis tried to say something to him, but Harry didn't pay attention, nor did he hear him. He pushed Louis up on his back and held onto him, starting to run out from the crowd. Some people gave him looks, but he really, really didn't care. He just wanted to get out of that damn club and never look back.

Bright lights were spotted all of the sudden, from a sign Harry remembered seeing when he had walked in. "Cocktail Escapade" it said, the same sign as outside. That meant he was soon by the exit door. He was about to smile when someone spilled a big cup of alcohol on his shirt. The person turned around, a very tall, strong-looking guy with a shaved head glared at Harry. He had a dragon tattoo on his neck and up his face.

"Watch where you're going, dude," the guy spat, and Harry sighed and started walking further towards the exit, but was stopped by a hand on his chest. It was the same guy. "Hey, I'm fucking talking to you!" He spat towards Harry.

Harry looked at him with a pleading look, a way of saying "please, not now". The guy looked at Louis, then back at Harry, and Harry didn't know if it was the way he looked at the guy or if it was the alcohol that made him nod at Harry and pull away. Harry gave him a nod back and kept on squeezing himself through the people. They all jumped up and down to the rythm of the beat, spilling their drinks everywhere, and Harry wondered if they ever got tired.

He tried it once, partying, or "clubbing". He left after two shots, deciding it tasted like that gel thing you squirt on your hands before you eat to get rid of the germs and stuff, and he didn't even drink the second one. While Louis wasn't watching, he threw it behind him, and pretended to have a headache so he had to go home. Reality was that Sophia was waiting outside in their car with frozen yoghurt, and they had finished the night laying on the warm summer grass, thousands of stars reflecting in their eyes, sparkling like diamonds. It was a good day.

When he felt the tears press as hard as they could, he finally found himself on the almost empty spot on the floor right by the exit. The relieving feeling in his stomach was a lifesaver to Harry, and he had to stop for a moment as he felt the fresh air blow on his face. He put Louis down on a bench that stood right outside the club, and sat down himself, exhaling and inhaling slowly.

Louis leaned into him leisurely. "You a good friend, Harebear. Has anyone told you that?" He slurred.

Harry managed to chuckle even though he still felt utterly stressed, and smiled weakly at his best friend. He didn't know if Louis was capable of talking heart-to-heart yet, but either way he figured he'd at least wait till they got in his car. There were less people outside of the club now, and Harry wondered what time it was, so he picked up his phone and pressed the button. 2:04.