Lost For Words || One Direction *ON HOLD*

Chapter 12: Staying Smug

Harry's POV

"Guys, you seen my navy boxers?" Niall stumbles into the lounge with his jeans and red polo shirt on.

"Don't you have some on?"

"Why would I be asking if I did?" Oh.

Liam pulls a disgusted face at Niall's abhorrent response, "They're probably in the laundry room or something." Niall heads back through the corridor. "And mate?" Niall pops his head round the doorway. "Once you find them, put them on." Niall sticks his tongue out at Liam before pacing towards the laundry room.

"Right guys, we'll leave in five," Zayn shuts his tablet off and places it on the side table.

"Don't you need to fix your hair?" Louis mocks. It's nice to see him back to his old self again. If anyone brings up the signing session, I am prepared to kill.

"Actually, I've already done it."

"We'll see about that..." Louis strolls over to Zayn, taking a seat next to him. Zayn watches him warily, Louis being the predator and him the prey. A few seconds pass before Louis leaps on top of Zayn, forcing him into a headlock before ruffling up Zayn's hair with his spare hand.

"Get...the fuck off...of me..." Zayn manages to spit out as Louis continues to ruin his perfectly jelled hair. Well, previously perfectly jelled hair.

Once Louis makes it obvious he isn't going to budge anytime soon, I sigh before stepping over and grabbing Louis by the waist, steadily pulling him off of Zayn and sitting him on the opposite side of the couch. Zayn has an unamused look on his face, contrasting to the humorous expression plastered to Louis', allowing a marathon of laughs to escape his lips.

"Oh haha, very fucking funny," Zayn mutters as he sulks, a frown fixed upon his face.

"Oh come on, it was pretty hilarious," Louis gestures towards the place where he was formerly tackling Zayn.

"Well I have to go do my hair again, so now we're going to be leaving in ten."

"Geez chill out, you sound exactly like Liam and his many schedules." At this, Liam snaps his head up from reading 'Pride and Prejudiced' and gives Louis the death glare. He holds his arms up in defence.

We end up leaving fifteen minutes later, much to Zayn's annoyance. I decide to allow Liam to come with us under the condition that he drives, yet we are planning on locking him in the car anyway, not risking our chances of him getting drunk. The whole way there the radio blasts through the car, and I swear that people walking along the pavement can hear the ruckus.

"Oo oo, guys, it's our jam!" Louis screams as 'What Makes You Beautiful' sounds through the speakers. Zayn begins to clap a suitable rhythm as the rest of the boys sing along, well I say sing....

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else!" I bet Niall wouldn't dare sing like that on stage...or should I say I hope Niall wouldn't dare sing like that on stage. It's more of a series of strangled screams and if our fans heard us, I swear our popularity would go right down to 0%.

Thankfully the car ride is swift and Liam brings the vehicle to a holt, by the side of a white Honda Civic, 'R1KK1' on the registration plate. All the lads get out and close the car doors, staring at Liam as he locks the car. He lifts his head up to be met by four pairs of penetrating glares, eying his actions. "What?"

No one responds.

"Look guys, you aren't locking me in the car."

We stay silent.

He sighs, "I promise I won't drink more than two glasses."

Silence.

"One glass?"

Silence.

"Fine, none."

Me, Niall, Zayn and Louis head towards the porch.

"Yeah, that's right. Tell me to say sober whilst you get wasted." He gains no reply. Crossing his arms, he follows us inside. "Talk about being unfair," he mutters under his breath.

By 7.30pm the party is in full swing and the burn in my throat is fresh from the ten glasses of liquor I've consumed. Or was it eleven glasses? I can hardly keep track of anything, my mind far away. My subconscious constantly pesters me to stop, but I shut him up by downing more and more. The thrill is ecstatic and my thoughts become even more clouded, gradually loosing control of my body. Liam threatened to take my phone off of me earlier if Niall and I didn't refrain from prank calling Matt Cardle, but I shoved a stranger on top of him as me and Niall legged it to the opposite side of the house. I had missed being drunk and I welcome the alcohol to course through my veins, my confidence becoming stronger each time.

Zayn comes into my warped vision, making out with a pretty red head in a white dress. Well, that didn't take long. Behind him are a bunch of partiers, all clearly and officially wasted. A smash is audible, followed by a chorus of cheers, before someone attempts to clean up the broken glass. I search for the idiot who dropped it, yet I'm met with quite the opposite.

Her black hair shines healthily, cascading down her shoulders and onto her back. The incredible physique wears the pure black dress, showing off her curves brilliantly. My eyes travel up to her angelic face, and her cheeks are red with embarrassment as she giggles along with others surrounding her. God, she's adorable.

"Anyone up for a game of Drink and Dive?" A blonde boy yells from somewhere in the lounge, distracting me from the angel. I smirk as I jog into the lounge, taking a seat in the circle on the floor, spotting the black dress metres away from me.