Again

Chapter 10.

''Where have you been!?'' I ask Heather, who stumbles towards me and falls into my arms. The smell of alcohol reaches my nose as her arms wrap loosely around my waist.

''Everywhere," she mumbles. I have trouble holding her as her head falls onto my shoulder. I struggle to hold her up, bending my knees slightly in hopes to stop her from falling and hurting herself. Niall gets up hastily, helping me.

''Is there a room we can get her into?'' I ask, furrowing my brows in worry. I know that probably at least half of the backyard (that isn't drunk or high) is watching right now. I try not to care much, it's not like they'll remember me.
He nods and we try to carry her the into the house. His arm wraps around her shoulders supporting her up, while I do the same on the other side. I turn around, looking at Finn and Emma. ''You guys stay here, I don't want to lose you again.''
I'm not even questioning why Finn doesn't get up as well to help. We help Heather up the stairs as she clenches at her stomach. We climb step by step.

''Uhh, I think I'm going to throw up.''

''Here, get her in here,'' Niall says opening the door to the Bathroom. Heather rushes in and bends over the toilette. I kneel behind her, gathering her soft brown hair in my fist and holding it back as all the alcohol leaves her body. I look up to Niall whom looks away.

''She can't stay here,'' I exclaim.

''I'll look for a room, okay?''

''Yeah, thank you Niall,'' I smile at him and he shoots me a smile back before leaving the room.

After five minutes, Heather feels better (as good as someone in her situation could be) and confident enough to stand up. Clenching onto the concerns of the sink, she waits until the shaking of her knees ends.

She washed her hand and mouth, while I quickly braid her hair, so she has it out of the face. I secure it with an elastic I always wear around my wrist.

''I'm so sorry, Mia,'' she looks at me through the mirror. Her under eye circle more vivid with the paleness of her smooth skin.

I smile slightly. ''It's okay. Let's get you a room where you can rest. Then we'll get the hell out of here."

I help her out of the bathroom, spotting Niall near a door. He waves me to him and we get inside. Heather falls onto the bed and seconds later I hear her snoring lightly into the pillow.

Well, that's fast.

"Let's go outside," I whisper and push Niall out the door lightly. Slowly closing it behind me, I lean back against it, rubbing my forehead. I think I'm getting a head ache. This is exactly why I plan everything before, so things like this won't happen.

"Here take this," Niall says giving me a red cup. Do they carry them with them or where the hell do they always get one?! "Come on, it's your birthday. One cup won't hurt, promise."

I sigh before taking the cup and taking a sip. It does taste weird but not as bad as I thought. And to my surprise the head already feels better.

"What is this?" I ask, starring at the liquor.

"Vodka Red bull," he chuckles. "Do you want to get downstairs again?" He asks sweetly. I wrap my fingers around his forearm and gulp down some more. My head feels lighter and lighter by the second.

"I don't want to leave her here. Anyone could get in," I mumble, worriedly looking into his blue eyes. His gaze is a little glossy. ''Is this your room?''

"No, but I got something for that," he wriggles his eyebrows and bends down, getting off his converse and pulling the sock from his foot. He pushes his foot back into the converse and slips the sock over the handle of the door.