Pulse

The Party

I walked in and of course didn't recognize anyone but the music was loud and my body in its element let loose.

The smell of weed and cigarettes kept reoccurring and I wanted to find the source but I kept swaying my hips and dancing to the beat.

I feel happy and careless, as if a thousand of weights have been lifted off my shoulders.

My body starts thinking but I refuse. Not tonight, no thinking tonight. I don't even feel like drinking to be honest, I just want to dance. I feel my body kind of ache and a few guys come behind me and dance even some girls do too. I laugh and joke with strangers that dance way too close beside me. I don't know what it is but tonight feels so right.

A guy comes up to me and gives me a drink, it's spicy and I drink it fast before I regret it. It tastes okay but burns. Drinks go past and i take them down as they go. I feel even more great. A few creepy guys talk to me but I ignore them. I open my eyes as the dj finds a song and everything pauses for a little bit and drunk teenagers start yelling, "hurry up". It takes me awhile to remember where I am and that I'm in some strangers house. A rich stranger, I can tell by how big it is and pictures and paintings and decor that whoever house this is, has a lot of money.

My eyes meet with Jenna as soon as I look up to find somewhere to sit. "Jenna!" I scream as the music slowly comes back on. "I've been standing here looking for you. But everyone keeps talking to you!" She yells. I smile and she looks down, "I've had this drink in my hand for three hours. Deciding if I should drink it or not." She says laughing.

I smile, and take a sip of it. "It tastes good. It's okay, just drink it really fast before you have time to think if the smell or taste is funny" I try to sooth her. Her smile is lopsided but she takes a really big breath and drinks it down. "That tasted gross!" She fast-walks to the bathroom and I followed her. How does she know where the bathroom is? I bang on the door but she doesn't open it. "Jenna open it!" I try to tell.

"Did you drive here?" She screams. Surprisingly, I can hear her and try to equally yell so she can also hear me through the door.

"No, sorry do you need a ride?"

"No. But when you're ready to go home ill be in a blue BMW outside okay? Take as long as you want"

"Wow...um. Okay. You don't have to."

"I won't sleep tonight if I don't make sure your home okay."

"Okay."

I leave the bathroom to find a kitchen and get another drink but my head feels fuzzy and I can't remember what I'm trying to find. So I go back to dancing with the crowd.

I feel a soft grip on my arm and take my time to turn around and open my eyes. It's him.

"Hi" He says shyly with a smile. I return the smile and continue dancing. "Hey" I scream over the music. "Youv'e been dancing all night aren't you tired yet?" He says. I throw my hands in the air as to say fuck it and smile, "You come to parties to watch people dance?" I yell. He laughs and his laugh is pretty, it's rough but soft at the same time. I enjoy it. "I was thinking of what to say to you." He says in my ear. I turn around to look at him, "And you have concluded to ask me how come I wasn't tired yet?" He shakes his head and grabs my wrist leading me upstairs. I don't pull away.

This house is too nice to have a party in. I feel really bad for whoever house it is because it's going to be really crashed in the morning. Actually, what time is it anyways?

He leads me to a room and I pull away from his grip and shortly laugh, "Sorry. I'm not like that."

He turns around and looks confused so I continue, "Like I'm not going to fuck you." I bluntly say. He laughs, "Whoa. I just wanted to chill on the balcony." He holds out his hand and i question it, "Im not going to kill you, the views nice and the music isn't as loud." I grab his hand and he leads me to the rooms balcony and his right it's an amazing view of trees and a lake. The balcony is very huge and he leads me to a chair and sits opposite of me.

He pulls out a small box and some cigarette paper and starts crushing nuggets and putting it in the paper to make a blunt. He takes a drag and dangles it from his fingers. "So where are you from?"

I smile and stand up and take his blunt and take a long drag as well then place it back into his fingers, he looks surprised for a moment and I can feel his eyes watching me as I sit back down, "Long ass past, don't feel like talking about it tonight. I feel too good" When I say "good" it comes out longer than I intended it too and i laugh to myself.

He nods as if he understands even though I'm pretty sure what I said didn't make sense. "Do you want a drink?" He asks. I'm looking up at the sky and nod without looking at him. "Okay I'll be back. Do you want me to lock the door?" He says looking down at me.

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." I laugh out, He shrugs and when he walks out he leaves the door wide open as to prove a point.

He comes back with two waters, I laugh, a 100% loud, drunk laugh. "Don't try to impress me. I know you drink." He smiles, "Who says I'm trying impress you?" He says.

I shake my head, "You seem pretty drunk, it'll cool you." He hands me a bottle of water. I go back to staring at the stars and huff "Okay mom,"

"When I was a kid I use to think every time I did something good that a star in the sky at night would be born. I thought it was like a game. And as you got older the point was to make sure there was no darkness in the world. That if you were always good, there would be so many stars that it would sunny all day..."

ZAYNS POV

"That if you were always good there would be so many stars that it would be sunny all day..." She dozed off and she was sleeping now.

I wanted to hear the whole story, it made a lot of sense especially for a drunk person, she slurred but yet every word was clear.

She looked pretty, her hair was kind of messy but in a nice way. She had loads of makeup on but I could see that she would be really pretty without it.

Her right hand was over the resting arm on the chair and her legs where crossed and her head laid on her right arm while her a left arm was on the other arm of the chair. She was so small in a chair that I, on the other hand, fit perfectly in. She looked uncomfortable and if she were to stay in the position she's at right now, her body will ache terribly when she wakes up.

I lift her up and she flutters her eyelashes and mumbles something and scoots closer to my chest. She's lighter than I expected and easy to carry. I push the balcony doors with my feet and walk out of Harry's parents room to find an empty room. None seems to be empty but the one we were just in so i turn around and lay her gently on the king sized bed. I get a pad beside the bed on the dresser and write my name and phone number on it. I pull another pillow beneath her and that's when she wakes in alarm.

"Wha-wh" she says with bloodshot eyes.

"Shh. You pasted out so i laid you down."

She sits up, and furrows her brows. "I was just gonna leave you here. I wasn't going to do anything to you." She stands up and gets off the bed nodding her head and saying "mmhms". My paper I wrote falls to the floor. She picks it up and smiles and says nothing.

"Are you going to call me?" I cooly say as she reaches for the door knob. She turns around and for a moment when she gets close to me I think she's going to kiss me but she takes a made blunt from my pocket and waits for me to light it.

I comply and she smiles, "We'll see" And with that she's gone.

I lay my head down and smile, As if I was 10 years old again and my dead mom gave me markers to write whatever I wanted on my wall. It was a nice feeling then because I was free and it's a nice feeling now but the thought of my mom quickly fades my smile into hurt.

I decide to go back on the balcony and look up to the stars as Dakota did and smoke till I can't.