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Chapter 3

As I finally chugged the last drop of my champaigne I started to feel the effects of the alchohol slowly working its way through my body. I set the glass down and stared at Zayn and decided to go for it, but before I could say anything he was talking to the bartender.

"One Sex on the Beach for the lady down there." And he nodded in my direction. Great. He turns towards me. "I hope you don't mind I ordered you one." he finished.

"No not at all." There was a bit of an awkward pause. "So what exactly is a Sex on the Beach?" I wondered.

"Well, it's mainly vodka with some cranbery and orange juice and peach schnapps." He laughed.

"One Sex on the Beach for you." The bartender handed me my drink. This should be my last, I can barely think straight.

"Thanks." I looked at Zayn.

"Well, go ahead, try a sip." He nodded for me to go on. I grabbed the cup and slowly brought it to my mouth, and took a sip. It was good. You could barely taste the vodka, it was fruity and refreshing. "So what do you think?" Zayn asked but was cut off by one of his pals.

"Zayn buddy, we are here to celebrate Harry's Birthday. Stop hitting on the girls and come join us." He patted Zayn's back and I stared at my drink awkwardly. 

"Alright. Alright." Zayn told his friend, who then returned to the others. "So you like it then?" Zayn asked motioning towards my now empty cup. I nodded and began to pick up my bag and get off my stool. I stumbled slightly, trying to regain my stability. I shook my head. "Here, let me help you." He grabbed my arm and led me towards the door. "So, do you live near here?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No, almost an hour away." I responded, trying to walk straight ahead towards the exit.

"Wow, that's pretty far. How did you end up here?"

"Well, it really is a long and painful story, but to keep it short, I was picking up my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, for our anniversary, but then I caught him cheating on me, and then my car wouldn't start, and so I just wanted to get into a building and this happened to be the closest one." I let out a huge sigh of relief after my brief explanation. 

"Can I ask you a question?" He responded.

"Sure." How bad could it be?

"So, If your car isn't starting, how are you getting home?" He questioned, peering down at me reaching for the handle of the exit of the bar.

"Fuck." I groaned. That's a good question. "I have no idea."

"Hey, Its ok," he grabbed my arm trying to calm me down. "Listen, why don't you just join me and the boys, and we can take you home." He reccomended. 

"Well, I could use some friends right now... And a ride home." Sure why the fuck not? I don't think the night can get much worse.

"Great, come on then." He led me over to where his friends were sitting. They all glanced over towards us. "Fellas, this is my friend."

"Cassidy." I said, reaching out to shake their hands, but getting blank stares in response. I put my hand down.

"Cassidy, this is Liam," A guy in the corner of the booth with interesting brown hair, waved at me. "Niall," a blonde guy nodded, "Harry," boy was that ever a mop of hair, "and last but not least, Louis." the one who seemed the most bored at the moment gave a faint smile. "She needs some friends and a ride home, so I offered to give her just that." Zayn finally finished and the boys all smiled.

"Great, here have a shot." Niall slid a small glass down the end of the table. I grabbed it.

"Maybe you should sit down first," Zayn guided me to the booth seat, next to Louis. I took the shot.

"So, whose birthday is it?" I ask, slurring my words a little. I glanced around the table and the boys all pointed to the guy with the moppy hair. Harry I think his name was. "Haappy Bbbirthaday." I raised my empty shot glass in the air. My head spun for a minute and I felt nauseous. I got up to go to the bathroom but barely made it, as I tripped over what seemed like nothing, and vomit all over my dress. My vision blurs and everything goes black. I hear faint murmurs and a little bit of yelling.

"Cassie?!" I hear. "Why did you give her that shot?!" there was silence. "Don't blame this on him, we barely even know her, and none of us knew she was this wasted." more shuffling. "We got to get her out of that dress." there was silence. "Ow, what was that for. I meant she shouldn't be sitting in her own vomit, that's gross." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. I tried again. There we go. Oh my gosh I have the worst headache ever. It hurts so bad. Where am I? 

"Oh my gosh. Thank God you are ok, I was so worried!" I look and see Zayn, but I don't remember anyone else. 

"I feel like complete shit. What happened?" I asked looking around the place. It was a well kept apartment or something similar. 

"You should probably change first." Zayn reccomended offering his hand to help me up. 

"Right..... Where is the bathroom?" I asked.

"Down the hall to the left. Take a cold shower while you are in there, it'll help with the headache." Louis said casually.

"Thanks..." I got up and started walking, feeling pain in my feet, and sighed at my heels. I bent over and unbuckled them, wanting to throw them at the grounf, but refraining myself. I found the bathroom door and entered. Taking a glance at myself in the mirror, and discovering how shitty I look. I took of my dress and started to turn on the water. There was a knock at the door and I opened it, forgetting that I was no longer wearing my dress. It was Zayn.

"Here are some clothes I thought you could..." He blushed for a minute. I wanted to smack myself against the wall. Shock overcame my face and I quickly reached for the closest thing, which fortunately was a towel.

"Sorry, I'm still not in my right mind." I replied holding the towel close to my body. He nodded and continued talking, setting the clothes on the counter next to the sink.

"Some clothes of mine, that you should change into when you are done." I nodded and he left, closing the door behind him. I set the towel back on the rack, and removed my underwear and hoped into the cold shower.