Extricate // l.s

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Loud. 

That was the only way I could describe it. 

I squinted my eyes as I searched the area for my mate, having a hard time seeing because of the strobe lights and dancing bodies bumping into mine. He told me specifically that this was going to be a party, not a fucking club. 

Two hands suddenly grabbed me by my shoulders and twisted me around, causing me to gasp. Niall stood in front of me, drunk out of his mind, laughing like an idiot. "Are you having fun?!"

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a tiny smile. "I thought this was supposed to be a party?"

Niall looked slightly confused. "Did I say party? Hm... I meant club! Isn't this great? I've been hit on like twenty times already!"

I rolled my eyes. "I obviously haven't since I'm not interested in what you're into and this is a straight club." I said, laughing a bit.

"Get that dick, sis!" He screamed over the music. 

He was way too drunk. We've only been here for two hours and he's already downed eleven shots. 

As he walked away, I searched for someone I knew just to chat with but found no one. I sighed and found an empty couch to relax at for the time being. This was certainly not going as planned. Where's that big dick energy?

"You look lost."

I tilted my head up and immediately sprung forward, wrapping my arms around the tall boy's neck and breathing in his scent. "Harry," I breathed out. "I missed you so much."

I could feel him smile against my neck. "I missed you too, darling."

I pulled back and immediately punched his chest. "What the hell are you doing here? You think you can just march up and pull me in and expect everything to be okay?"

He only smiled. "You're the one that launched at me, babe."

I opened my mouth to fight back but immediately closed it when I couldn't think of a witty comeback to say. I sighed and dove into his embrace once more, missing his hold on me. "You're a jerk."

He rested his chin on top of my head. "Hm. How so?"

"Just are." I mumbled into his t-shirt. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

"One of my friends is hosting his birthday party here but from my point of view, this isn't much of a party. It's more of a meet up for drunk singles. Except us, of course." He chuckled and held me tighter before releasing me completely, stretching out one hand. "May I have this dance?"

I cocked one eyebrow. "They're playing Calvin Harris, Harry, not Ed Sheeran." 

Harry looked down, looking sad, but immediately brightened up again. "Wanna go drink our sadness away?"