Typical teenager, a junior in Kimber High in North Carolina. Admired by the whole town she has a residence in, and known for her captivating beauty and manners. Laila Stars, the one admired by all but not by the most important person. Herself.
Lail...
My head is thumping, I've had too many, way too many. The music is now pounding. Hard. I'm dizzy. I don't care. I barley give any shits.
I came here with Francesca, Avery, and Hailee. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Hailee since the beginning of the party. Zayn is somewhere around here, so I decide that I should find him, that decision doesn't stay for long until he finds me.
"Lily? How much did you drink?" A guy, whom I think is Zayn, asks me.
"I don't 'member," I slowly slur when walking closer towards him, "You smell guddd." I giggle.
"You're drunk?" He asks rhetorically, "oh god, let's take you home."
"But Lenaz hereee!" I slur again, "I don't want to go home!" I whine.
"Laila, no."
"Zany, yes."
"No."
"Yes!" After saying that, I take off into the crowd, giggling obnoxiously. It was like racing in the wind, but bumping into people. I could hear Zayn calling after to me yet didn't care. I finally stopped beside a bar, and broke into sobs. About 12% of me was sober, and I wanted them to be flushed. Gone.
Oh if I had discovered this method sooner. Drinking to forget about everything. Yes, oh yes.
Unfortunately, that 12% was still present, and all it did was cry. My server depression was still a part of me, drunk or not. Mother, Lara, Owen, all of them. They were still apart of me. A huge chunk of the remains of my soul.
The bartender doesn't acknowledge me, I bet he sees emotional people like me everyday. I cross my arms over the cold marble bar and nest my head into them. Zayn's familiar smell enters the left side of my nose, and I try to muffle my sobs. Of course, I fail.
He puts a hand on my back and rubs it gently, "Laila, is..is something wrong?"
"I'm just fabulous," I attempt to say through my sobs and slurring.
"We both know you're not fabulous, Lily," he pauses, "wait that sounded wrong, you're more than fabulous, but your mental health isn't."
That made me let out a soft giggle as I stood up to face him. He was just a few inches taller than me, but he still towered over me. This is were my drunk hormones started to kick in as I let myself into his side. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around my waist. He walked me outside to the parking lot, still in our position. My body feels weaker by each step we take. The air was forming goosebumps all over skin, and Zayn reached out his hand for support. I need all of it I can get, so I took it.
The car must be miles away judging from all the steps we took. Bloody hell, it even started to rain. Dizziness started to form in my head. I can't be awake from much longer.
Zayn finally stopped us in the middle of the parking lot and raised up my chin to meet his face, "You sure you're alright?"
"Mhm," I grumble, sighing. It was pouring on our faces, that were a few inches close. Are we going to kiss? We can't kiss, he's taken for gods sake! The question is, could I be able to kiss another man after what I went through?
"Again, and again, and again, bitch."
I squint my eyes, and remove my face from his hands, looking at the flooded road. He tightens his grip on my waist and mumbles, "Sorry," then we walk again into the pouring rain.
I'm too tired to reply so I just continue walking, and next thing I know, I'm in the back seat of his car, trying to stay awake. Someone is on the passenger seat, arguing with Zayn. I couldn't make out who though, too dizzy.
They are talking loudly, and too loud for me hear or register.
"Depression drives you crazy sometimes, yeah?" I quietly mumble to myself before ending the night and falling into a deep sleep.
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