Code Red

Chapter 22

( Allison's POV )

1:45 am

"Let's get you another drink," Zayn says.

"Uh, okay," I reply, I don't actually know what I'm saying at this point. My body is numb, and I'm just kind of going with the flow.

I watch Harry sigh and walk to the sliding glass door to go inside. He looks back at me and shakes his head, then continues inside. I secretly wish he doesn't find a girl to hook up with.

"He's a dick, don't let him get to you," Zayn tells me.

I nod.

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( Zayn's POV )

I go to get Allison another drink, she's well passed drunk, but she's easier to talk to and flirts with me more. As I'm walking I hear someone call my name.

I turn and see her boyfriend Justin, in his little group of faggots.

"What?" I snap.

He walks up really close to me and whispers, "Don't touch my girlfriend, I saw you with her, and if I find out you did anything with her...." The smell of his breath and the redness in his eyes prove that he is wasted.

"Actually, I was just getting to sleeping with her. So, I'll see you around," I smirk and turn on my heels.

( Allison's POV )

Zayn walks back quickly with nothing in his hands. I look up at him with a questioning look, his eyes soften.

"Let's go inside, yeah?" He smiles.

I nod, and he hooks his arm around my waist. We walk inside, we get a lot of confused and dirty looks. I don't understand why though, why do people care so much about who people are with or hooking up with. I'm so carefree at this point, I smile to all of them.

Zayn is supporting and walking for me

mostly, because if he wasn't there, I probably would have fallen over by now.

He leads me into a hallway where he turns sharply into a room. He sits me down on the bed and sits next to me and takes my hands. He looks me in my eyes for awhile then says, "You're so beautiful."

His hands move to my shoulders as he rubs up and down my arms, his eyes move to my lips and back up to my eyes.

Then he starts to lean in.

When his lips press to mine I'm startled at first. I kiss him back, I mean he's nice and attractive, and I also need to get my mind off of Justin. He smirks into the kiss then brushes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for entry. I grant it to him as he deepens the kiss.

I hook my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He moans into my mouth so I tug harder. His arms are around my waist and he slowing starts to bring them up to my to the bottom of my bra.

He lingers there for awhile when I don't say anything, he moves his hands up. Slowly feeling me through my clothes, I moan into his mouth. He attaches his lips to my neck and suck harshly on the sensitive spot by my jaw. This wasn't new to me, I've gone this far with Justin.....But it has been only Justin.

I still feel uncomfortable about this whole thing, I shouldn't be going this far the day I broke up with my 6 month boyfriend. When Zayn moves to the bottom of my dress I stop him, "I'm sorry I can't do this." I get up to leave but he grabs my wrist.

"Why?"

"Because my... My boyfriend, I can't just jump onto another guy." I say and walk out of the room.

I try to straighten myself out as I walk. I look down and see that my dress was ridden up well past my thighs. Normally I would be embarrassed but tonight I just giggle and pull it down.

I look around for any familiar faces. I need find someone before Zayn comes back to find me. I go out into the living room and follow the stair up to a hallway.

I see a curly headed boy and a blonde girl making out against the wall.

"Harry," I call.

He pulls away from the girl and looks at me. His face scowls but as he continues to look at me his eyes soften. He says something to the girl and winks. She smiles and goes into a room.

He jogs over to me, "Allison, what's wrong?"

I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tear run down my face, which only made me cry harder.

I don't actually know why I'm crying. I guess it was the alcohol doing it for me.

Harry takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. He picks me up and sits me on the counter.

"I'll get you some water, stay here." He says and leaves the room. Thinking back on it now, Harry is a really caring guy, he's just a jerk.

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He comes back with red plastic cup, "I thought you were getting me water," I sigh.

"It is, the only water at this party is tap," he explains.

I nod. He hands me the cup and takes a seat on the toilet and puts his head in his hands.

We sit like this for about five minutes.

I speak up, "Harry, my head really hurts."

The water Harry gave me and kissing Zayn sobered me up somewhat, but I was still pretty gone.

Harry stands up and walks between my legs. At first I thought he was going to kiss me when he wrapped his arms around my neck. He slowly started massaging my neck and I lean into him.

"I don't know why I'm even doing this, since I hate you so much." He says in a low voice.