Chapter 6

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Indie's pov

I feel the warmth of the house as I walk back inside, I make my way through the crowd of people to try and find Ruth, I feel a small tug on my arm and a body starts jumping next to me, excitement runs over his face. It's Zayn, drunk Zayn, he seems to be having a lot of fun.

"Dance with me!" He yells over the music, I shake my head at his drunken state, he continues jumping up and down. I shake my head at him as I continue trying to get past the crowd he follows, I don't try to run away from him, I just feel terrible small and a light weight in that crowd of people dancing to the blasting music.

"Why don't you want to dance?" He asks moving close to me, his eyes wondering around the room.

"Because, I'd be crushed by that crowd."

"I'd keep you safe from any big bad people that are big and bad." He chuckles, I roll my eyes, he is not going to remember any of this, I can tell.

"Sure Zayn, do you need to sit down?" I ask him, he shakes his head.

"No way! I'm going to dance again, with or without you." He huffs in a fake and annoyed state, I laugh to myself as he walks back to the crowd.

I find myself going to sit down on a couch that's empty, I can't seem to spot Ruth anywhere in the room so I don't bother to look like a lost puppy looking for her.

I sit there and watch the crowds of people dancing, it's actually pretty funny, people dancing and not really knowing what they're doing, just letting go.

"Hey." A boy I haven't seen before sits besides me, he has brown hair that sits on his forehead, he also has some tattoos on his arms, not as many as the other boys though, he sits down next to me.

"Hey." I say back, I lean up off of the head of the couch and look to him. "I'm Indie."

"Indie, I'm Liam." He flashes a small smile.

"So, I haven't seen you at one of these parties before." He says tilting his head, he seems very confident, I'll give him that.

"Oh.. yeah, I came here last week, I'm new, I'm going to Port Angeles High School." I don't bother telling him I'm from Australia, I'm sure it will get around soon enough, and if he asks I can just tell him.

"Oh, I don't go to that school, I'm homeschooled." He informs me, I raise my eyebrows and nod, that's cool I guess.

Homeschooling has its privileges and its restrictions apparently. I remember always wishing I was homeschooled, it was only until I researched about it, I realised it wasn't as easy as it looked.

"Do you know Zayn or Louis, or.. any of those boys?" I question, not really knowing if he's apart of the group or not.

"Yeah, a lot of people do." He chuckles, I don't try to question any further on the subject of the boys or the group.

"Do you?" I nod my head at him and look down to my hands, trying not to look nervous, I'm not. I just don't want to look like I am. His hand moves and it pulls a strand of my hair out, I pull away slightly at his touch.

"Oh.. I'm not, I'm sorry I just didn't—"

"Boyfriend?" He asks.

"Yes, well.. maybe not after tonight, I don't know." I chuckle a little talking to him, feeling everything ease a little.

"Do you need me to give you a reason to break up with him?" A small smirk plays on his lips, he doesn't lean any closer.

"No.. I wouldn't do that." I warn him, he nods his head. His body sinks into the couch.

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