Again

Chapter 14.

Harry is such a mystery to me. How can someone who's so rude and absolutely disrespectful enjoy those amazing and deep full books? Someone who's not afraid to (just like he said) kick someone’s ass until unconscious? It's a mystery to me how I suddenly lost my voice, how I just completely froze, instead of throwing the words at him he most definitely deserves to hear.

I don't think he felt any kind of guilt. But he didn't seem so proud of himself either. What kind of sick game is he playing? It's like he just doesn't care, but that can't be true.

Maybe I should feel afraid off a person like him. So what is wrong with me that I don't?

Maybe I should just go without any of them, and let Niall and perhaps Louis do the work? But I know better, Louis was supposed to look after her and now he is nowhere to be seen. Niall's missing as well and I'm alone on a staircase of a frat house.

Maybe I should just find a room, there must be over fifteen in here anyway, and sleep on the floor? And explain everything my mum tomorrow?

Who am I kidding, she probably already called the police.

I run the stairs down, my palms already sweaty, which is a clear sign for my coming panic. The house is still packed and the music is way too loud. I almost burst into tears, when I recognize Niall amount the crowd. He's standing next to Andrew, heavily discussing a topic that is unknown to me. Andrew glances to the side every so often as I try to reach them.

"Heather's gone!" I exclaim over the loud music. How are they not too tired, drunk or high to dance? I cannot believe they would do this every weekend. It must be exhausting at some point.

Andrew waves me towards him. "She's there! She refuses to go with us!" he laughs, his hand moves into the air and point into the next room. I hear my own gasp as I spot her, dancing along with two other girls on the table. One of them happen to be Jamie, but Andrew does not seem to mind so much, having his girlfriend dance so close to other guys.

My eyes widen as a drunk guy climbs behind Heather, wrapping his arms around her waist. I expect her to smack his arms away and run, but she only pushes herself further into him.

''Relax Mia,'' Niall laughs. ''They are just dancing.''

I hear both of them laughing at my uneasy expression. I scoff.

''Yeah, I know," I breathe, tearing my gaze from them. "However, we need to get her off the table!''

Andrew smirks at me. ''Why in such a rush?'' he asks, before looking down on me. ''And what is that on your dress?''

I wonder how drunk he already is. Looking down at my dress, my jaw drops. There are dark red marks on it from Finns blood. ''I...I need to get home, can't you just help me?''

I do not even await his answer. I practically run towards the other room, pushing sweaty, dancing bodies away to get to my best friend. Soon I feel two strong hands lift me on the table, and I struggle to place my feet securely on the already crowded table.

I look down to see Andrew grinning at me. I shoot him a slight smile as a thank you, before turning my attention to the creep that's feeling up Heather. I can see her struggling now to keep his hands away.

"Hey!" I call, taking her wrist. The shock on her face is evident. "Get your hands off of her!"

The music is still too loud. The drunk boy gives me a confused look. He has grey eyes and dark black hair. If I wasn't in the situation that I am, I would actually say that he is pretty attractive. "Who do you think you are?!"

"Her best friend," I almost scream. "Now go and find another victim!"

He gives me a glare, while I am busy getting Heather off the table. I grab the red cup off her hand, placing it on a table nearby. She bites her lip, losing her balance every now and then. "Hey," she giggles uncontrollably. "Where did my drink go?"

"Bring her out of here and to Niall's car!" I call to Andrew who nods and helps me again. "Tell him to get her to Finn!"

I'm about to follow them when I feel a rogue hand grab my shoulder. Is that supposed to be gentle?! I turn around, expecting that boy from the table. I'm actually ready to hit him right in the face, when I look into Louis' familiar eyes. He seems tired, and somewhat annoyed.

"Here," he says. "It has been ringing nonstop."

My eyes widen when he gives me my phone back. A confused look is spreading on his face when he takes in my face expression.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, his hand still resting on my shoulder. "Did you find Heather?"

I want to answer him, I want to ask him why he didn't look after her and what happened. But all I can focus on is the I.D. caller.

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A/N.: short chapter I know! I still hope you liked it, though! Tell me what you think in the comments and don't forget to vote please! Xo

And also, I am so sorry for updating so late and not so often as I hoped I could! I am back now, and the updates will come more regularly now!