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5. booze and weird tingly feelings

It took a solid hour for all four boys to help Justin pick out a good enough outfit that wouldn't totally make him stand out like a sore thumb.

Justin chewed on his lower lip as he sat in the backseat of Ryan's car as they drove towards the party. He debated halfway there on just saying forget it and making them stop the car and him walking himself back to his house to continue his binge watching or to fake sick. And as he came up with a dozen scenarios in his head on just what would have made him sick and every little detail of the scheme but as they pulled into a large round drive way filled with cars, people holding cups and dancing outside on the porch and in the yard, flashing neons lights flashing through the windows of the large two story house-no mansion, this was definitely bigger than normal houses.

The thump of the loud music coming from the house made Justin actually feel sick to his stomach. This was a bad idea, he should of never agreed to this. But it was too late to go now, the guys would never allow him to leave now or even before this. Wether he liked it or not he was going to have to endure this party, his first high school party, his first party ever really.

"You ready, dude?" Ryan turned in the divers seat to look at Justin a big grin on his face. He was obviously way more excited for Justin's first party than he was.

"He looks scared shitless." Harry suppressed a laugh as Niall gave him a dirty look elbowing him in the side.

"It's going to be fine Justin, you're with us. You're going to have a hell of time, get blasted, maybe even find a nice dude for ya." Ryan winked in Justin's direction making all them laugh.

"God, I can't believe you guys convinced me to come here." Justin groaned letting his forehead hit the back of the passenger seat.

"We are going to have to drag him out of the car guys," Chaz declared already getting himself out of passenger side.

"No, no, I'm going." Justin pulled himself from the back of the seat putting his hands up in defense as he grabbed the door handle, intaking a deep breath before opening it and stepping out onto the drive way.

The music was much louder compared to the muffled thumping from inside of the car.

"Won't the neighbors call the cops?"

All four boys bursted into laughter.

"What?" Justin looked between the four nervously, feeling stupider by the minute for even asking.

"Dude, Zayn's parents pay off the neighbors and the cops too."

"Yeah, when your mom is fucking the richest person in town you get away with a lot of stuff." Harry sounded a bit annoyed. But he didn't press the conversation anymore as he sighed and looked over to Niall. "Let's take this booze in to Zayn," he motioned to the brown bags full of liquor bottles in Niall's arms. "You guys come in a few seconds behind us just in case Zayn is in the front room." And with that him and Niall walked through the small crowd of people on the steps and porch and into the house.

The boys stood out in the driveway for a few minutes, Ryan and Chaz raving about how everything was going to be fine and Justin really had nothing to worry about. But the reassurance was not helping Justin, his stomach was still in knots and it felt like he was sweating through his shirt.

"You ready?" Ryan raised his eyebrows at Justin.

Justin sighed, mentally talking himself down from a ledge and shook his head. "Yeah, it's now or never right? Let's just get this over with."

"Yes! Let's do it dude!" Ryan cheered wrapped his arms around Chaz and Justin's neck as they walked towards the house, a few girls congratulating them-well mostly Ryan and Chaz as they passed them.