Rebuilding Zerrie

Northway

DAY 25

The music was blaring, like the night of the incident. The lights were blinking and colorful, I felt like I was having a stroke. There weren't as much people as in Club Hopeless but the place was much smaller. Sweaty bodies were crashing against each other as we jumped and swayed to the beat. I was having an amazing time with these four.

"So, are you liking it here in Northway?" Kennia yelled through the pounding speakers. It took me a while to process who she was. I could hardly remember how I got to this place. I've never been here before although I was sure we were still in Las Vegas. I looked around me to find some sense of familiarity, something to recall everything.

Then there she was. Eleanor was dancing with some guy. For a second, I worried that she might get into trouble with Louis but I realized the guy was gay. Nothing to fret about.

Once I saw her, everything started coming back in flashes.

Eleanor had grabbed my wrist and taken me somewhere. I do not recall exactly where but it wasn't that far. Her friends were there. I've never met them. They weren't from here. I was given a few shots to drink. And we danced to music unknown to my ears. I still didn't know how we got here or how long we've been here.

But I did know that Eleanor was there. She was dancing with her gay friend. If I remember correctly, she introduced him as Tyler. Her other friend was Kennia. She was really pretty. But there was so much stuff I still didn't know.

What happened to the boys? Why did I allow myself to go inside a club like this after what had happened a few weeks ago? Why was my head pounding like a hammer? What had I already done in this place? Okay, shut up, I told myself. I had to recount the basics. Stop stressing and remember.

I stumbled to the bar and cushioned my fall with my arms. I closed my eyes shut-tight and breathed. Breathed.

I live in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am seventeen years old. I am turning eighteen soon but I can't remember the date. My name is Harry Styles. Wait, what? My name is Sutherland. Kloe Sutherland. And I made a terrible mistake. I walked away. I walked away when all I had to do was stay.

A slow song came up and I jolted when I heard my phone ringing in my cut-offs. I brought it out and saw that there were 104 missed calls! I would've cursed loudly but when I opened my mouth, it wasn't my voice that came out. It was Kennia's. The entire floor turned to her direction but she was just staring at my phone. "That's a lot of unanswered rings!" Like I didn't already know that. Okay, I had to clam down. I checked who they were from.

3 from Liam.

7 from Louis.

12 from Harry.

15 from my mom.

18 from Zayn.

21 from Kiefer and a whopping

28 from Niall.

Well, 29 if you count the one I just missed after panicking. How could they have called me so much I just a short amount of time? I checked my phone clock to see how long we've been here and it read 5:30. In the morning. But that couldn't be right. I left the hotel in broad daylight. We couldn't have been gone for more than a couple of hours. Crap. "Guys!" I shrieked to the three gorgeous women standing before me. "It's 5:30 a.m."

"It's five-thirty in the morning!" Tyler screamed as he raised his glass. The crowd in the club cheered along with him.

"No, this is not a good thing!" I yelled at him. I showed my phone to Eleanor. "I have a hundred and five missed calls! They're going to kill me."