new beginnings | l.s

03 | 'party boy'

A month had passed since Harry and Louis' 'date' sorta thing, and Harry was going to a party. He'd asked Lou if he wanted to come along but the younger boy noted that he didn't drink nor did he smoke or do drugs so he wouldn't fit in very well.

Harry told him that he wouldn't mind, he didn't have to do any of that stuff just to fit in there, but Louis was clear on the fact he wasn't going.

Harry has gone to pick up Niall, and they arrived at the party shortly after. It was packed, which made them want to get it even faster.

So, not even a few minutes later they walked inside and picked up a drink off the circular drinks table. "It's so packed." Harry muttered and downed his drink.

"What do you expect? It's a Malik's party." Ni said and rolled his eyes, laughing gently. "C'mon Harold, stop thinking about Louis. He'll be fine. Just have some fun." he said and downed his own drink, dropping the red cup on the floor.

Harry nodded and quickly thought about Louis once more before taking shots with his best friend.

As the night went on, Harry had noticed that his blonde friend had found himself necking on with some boy.

Which basically meant, he had ditched Harry to make out with a boy he barely knew, typical.

He wandered the party for a bit, stumbling slightly over his own feet while clutching onto the drink he was holding in his hand. His vision was slightly blurred due to the alcohol burning in his system.

"Woah, woah steady there." a voice came from behind him, he turned around and saw a raven haired boy holding him upright. "Don't want you passing out now do we?" the raven haired boy said softly and helped Harry outside, leaning him against the wall.

"Who're you?" Harry grumbled and sipped his drink, before fumbling to find his cigarettes and his lighter. "Why do you care?"

"I care because it's my house and my party, I'm Zayn." he said, so he was a Malik who actually cared about his party guests. This was new.

Before he replied, he lit his cigarette and looked at him. "Zayn Malik I'm guessing, asshole of the century?" Harry's eyes widened at what he'd just said, but he was drunk, he couldn't help it.

"Yeah, asshole of the century." Zayn laughed and raised an eyebrow at him. "It's fine, I know you're pissed. And you're Harry Styles right?"

"Yeah..wait how did you know that?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows and glanced round, ruffling his hair.

No one ever knew his name unless he told them, although it wasn't like he was low down on the food chain at school.

"Everyone knows you, you're the guy who fucks guys and doesn't hide it. Even though girls still chase after you." he said with a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "I know Niall, he's mentioned you before."

"Oh..what did he say?" his heart started racing, what if Niall was telling people how Harry was head over heels for Louis?

"Just that you're a really good guy." Zayn replied and looked at him. "And that you might not come because you haven't been drinking much...which I'm starting to doubt was the truth." he laughed out and gestures towards a very drunk, wobbling Harry. "Anyone we can call to get you a lift home?"

"Louis..no wait my uh- my mum." Harry stumbled out and mentally hit himself repeatedly for blubbering out 'Louis'.

"Who's Louis?" Zayn raised an eyebrow at the drunken boy and crossed one arm over the other. "Your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend. I don't do boyfriends." Harry grumbled and walked away, picking his phone out of his pocket and sloppily calling Louis. It rang around six times before he answered.

"Harry..it's like 2am, this better be good." the boys soft voice sounded on the other end of the phone call, Harry smiled. He just smiled.

"I need a lift, from this stupid party." Harry said quietly and they arranged for Louis to come get him in a few minutes tops.

So, with that, Harry walked back over to Zayn, but before he knew it someone's lips were on his. He couldn't see who it was, he was too drunk to even comprehend what was happening.

Tires screeched behind him, he heard some quiet music and then a silence.

Everything was silent.

He then heard the tires screech again as the car drove away. Harry pushed whoever it was away from him and looked, catching the back of Louis' sisters car.

"No way." he mumbled to himself and turned, seeing Zayn looking guilty as ever. "You fucking asshole."

Harry felt anger bubbling up inside him, he tried to call Louis multiple times, tears welling up in his eyes. "Shit shit shit." he then texted him, trying to explain that he didn't kiss Zayn back. He tried.

One hour passed, he was now laying in bed staring at the ceiling.

Two hours passed, he still hadn't heard his phone ping, nor had Louis answered the phone yet.

Three hours turned to four, and four turned to five. Harry was crying now, he'd never cried over a boy before, but he knew Louis probably thought the worst and wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

The alcohol had worn off by now, so he knew these tears weren't the aftermath or part of a massive hangover.

"Please answer." he muttered, trying to call the boy another time before his eyes seemed to drift shut and he fell asleep, his phone sliding off his chest as a small voice came through the speaker.

"Harry.."

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