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9 » At the Cursed Party

[EDITED]

Zayn

The music was loud. So loud that it gave me a pounding headache. I wonder how the teachers are not able to hear the noise coming from one of the dorms in the middle of the night on a TUESDAY! Scratch that! It's Wednesday now.

I took another gulp of the drink. Yes, I am drinking and yes, I said I won't drink, but I went against my words when I saw a guy flirting with Harry. I don't know why but I got a burning feeling at the pit of my stomach. I didn't like it. And I have to do something to get rid of that 'burn'. So, I drank. Not much. It's only my fourth shot. I am not drunk. Course not! OK, maybe a bit tipsy but not drunk. Psst! Course not!

I staggered my way through the crowd, trying to find a dark and quiet corner where I could stand and catch my breath peacefully.

I sighed as I let my body collapse against the wall, my back pressed against the wall.

I am going to regret drinking so much tomorrow morning when I'll wake up with a pounding headache and my mouth tasting like shit but right now, I don't ca-ok, DA FUQ! What was that? It was like someone was crying.

I pushed my weight off of the wall and tried finding the source of the sound the best I can with my staggered walk and fuzzy brain.

I turned the corner and I could feel my blood boil. There pressed against the wall was Harry. And guess what, he was not alone. Oh no! A guy was practically on top of him, one of his hands inside Harry's shirt. But that's not what made me furious. It was the fact that Harry was begging and crying for the guy to stop.

I stomped my way over to them and tapped the guy on the shoulder and as soon as he turned I threw a punch straight at his jaw. The guy stumbled and I didn't let him catch his breath. I threw another punch at him and another, until the guy was begging me to stop. But I didn't.

I barely remember two hands pulling me away from the motherfucker and Louis whispering in my ear to calm down.

I slowly started calming down. My breathing becoming even and I stopped seeing red. I could suddenly find my vision clearer than before, my mind becoming less hazy and I being able to take more rational decisions.

"H-Harry" I breathed out "Is-is he okay?"

"Yeah" Louis whispered, drawing soothing circles on my back "All because of you"

I shook my head and looked around, trying to spot him. There he was, huddled around the corner, shaking and crying with an equally shaking and worried Niall beside him, holding him close.

I walked over to them and knelt beside them. From the corner of my eye, I could see Louis doing the same.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"I-I" Harry said "W-What if you haven't come to save me? W-What if you-"

"Don't!" Niall cried out, tears streaming down his face "It-It all happened because I pestered you to come even if you didn't want to! It's all my fault!"

"No! It isn't Nialler!" Harry shook his head "None of this was your fault! Don't blame yourself!"

"Let's not blame anyone, okay?" Louis said "Let's get out from here. I don't think any of us want to stay here anymore"

All of us agreed, so we both got out of here. Silence enveloped as we slowly walked towards our dorm. Harry was draped into the jacket of mine I managed to grab before coming to the party.

Niall and Louis parted ways from us and I and Harry walked to our dorm in silence.

I helped Harry lay down in his bed once we reached our dorm.

"Do you need anything?" I asked softly, removing some curls from his forehead.

Harry shook his head, curls bouncing adorably and he looked so pretty. OK, what am I thinking?

I brought two glasses of water and held one out for Harry. He took it without arguing and started drinking slowly. I drank my glass of water too.

After both of us finished drinking, I set both the glasses down on Harry's bedside table.

"Zayn?" Harry mumbled "Can you...uh cuddle with me? I-I really need one"

I don't know why but my heartbeat quickened at his question.

"Sure" I said, managing to stop the slight wavering in my voice.

I laid down beside Harry and after pulling the blanket over us, I pulled him close. I was shocked that it wasn't awkward at all. Instead, it just felt so right.

"Are you okay? Did that guy hurt you?" I asked worriedly, caressing his cheek softly.

"No" Harry said "You were just on time. Thanks"

"Don't mention it" I paused a bit before whispering "You scared me"

Harry looked at me with a guilty expression.

"Zayn, I am sorry for being so rud-"

I placed a finger on Harry's mouth to stop him from talking.

"Let's not talk about it right now, okay?" I asked and Harry nodded.

"Okay" Harry said.

"Good night, Harry" I mumbled, feeling sleepy all of a sudden.

"Good night, Zayn" Harry mumbled before drifting into a peaceful sleep.

I smiled fondly at him, even though he couldn't see me. I stared at his pretty face for a few more moments before sleep overtook me too.