Butterflies || [Harry Styles fanfiction]

Thirteen

Harry's POV.

I push her slightly, trying not to look rude. Her eyes scan my face, confused. I quickly stand up, and walk towards the door, running my fingers nervously, through my messy hair. Before opening the door I look at Ciara. She's still sitting on the bed, looking at the floor. 

''I'm going to tell Helena to drive you back to the dorms. Stay here.'' I say in a with a firm voice and she just nods. 

That little nod, makes me feel bad. I'm sure as hell that she thinks she did something wrong. But she didn't do anything. I did it. I screw things up, and I'm not dragging her into my shit. She doesn't deserve it. I used to think she did, but she doesn't deserve it.

Ciara's POV.

I open my eyes slowly. My throat is dry, and so is my mouth. I have a huge need to drink water, plus my head hurts. My stomach feels like shit, and I'm not even hungry. The whole room is dark, and I may be still a bit drunk, but I'm smart enough to know that this isn't my dorm.

I look around, confused and scared. The last time I got drunk, things didn't end up well. There's no one is this room. It's just me, and a grey blanket covering me. 

I search for my phone, and check the time. It's 4AM.

I climb off the bed and grab my stuff. I don't feel comfortable here. I turn to look at the room, when I'm about to open the door. I recognise this. It's Harry's room.

But what am I doing here.

I don't remember what happened while I was drunk, and I guess I'm afraid of remembering what I did. I remember being outside the house with some guys. I remember they were giving me more alcohol, and I remember seeing Harry talking to them. Maybe they were friends, I don't know, but I don't remember what happened after that.

The thing is, Harry is not here, and it's 4AM. 

Maybe I told him rude things. Maybe I told him I despise him.

But, as he said, this isn't high school, and I'm sure my words will never hurt him. He's the one who hurts people, not me. 

I go downstairs and see how the party has ended. Bottles of liquor fill the floor, plus there's an awful smell that makes me cringe. I quickly open the front door, and feel the fresh air. I take a deep breathe and look around. The road is empty and there isn't any people around. 

Suddenly I see a boy, sitting in a chair. He's wearing a black leather jacket, and even though it's dark, I can see how he inhales and exhales smoke. A cigarette rests on his lips and I can't help it but look at them. 

''Ciara?'' The boy mutters. I can't see his face properly, but suddenly he's next to me, and I look up to meet those beautiful brown eyes staring at me with a small smile on his lips. Zayn. He frowns looking at me, as I stuck my hair behind my ear. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and turns to exale the smoke. Then he licks his lips and looks at me again. ''What are you doing here?'' He asks clearly confused.

''I fell asleep.'' I say with a small giggle and he laughs.

''You're still drunk I can tell.'' He sighs and I shake my head.

''Not really. Promise.'' He looks down and chuckles. ''I'm serious!'' I smack his shoulder and he keeps laughing. ''What are you doing outside anyway. It's freezing and it's late.''

''Can't sleep.'' He shrugs. ''Where did you fall asleep?'' He asks. 

''Harry's room.'' I say and he arches a brow. ''Nothing happened, I guess. I was drunk I don't really remember.'' I laugh. I suddenly remember he wasn't at the room when I woke up. ''He wasn't there when I woke up, anyway.'' He stares at me with a sad look and then looks towards my future sorority.