Antisocial [h.s]

[twenty one]

"So what happened to your face?" Zayn asked as he took a drink of his beer. 

"Got attacked by a confused bitch,'' I shook my head as I recalled the fight. "We were pulled off of each other before we could finish, I just wanted to know who would win because I swear I would've knocked her out a minute later, it wouldn't be difficult,'' I explained as I tasted my sour flavored vodka drink, crinkling my nose up. "This is my first drink in my life,'' I admitted.

"Well congratulations, cheers,'' he lifted his glass and I clinked mine with his before we each took large gulps and I was already starting to feel its effect. "Why were you so scared when you first got here?"

"Scared of people-well people I don't know I guess, they terrify me, but I sorta know you, you're familiar,'' I replied as I sipped my drink, desperate to lose my thoughts. "How long have you and Perrie been together?"

"A few years now,'' he answered, smiling to himself and it looked adorable, he really cares about her. "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"No, I've got different thoughts of love and every few years I get sick again and it really would be pointless to try and date someone,'' I shrugged. "Harry was trying to talk me out of my opinions of love."

"You and Harry would be nice together, he cares about you, you care about him even though you don't want to, I mean, you care but you don't want to make him suffer by watching you get sick and everything."

"Harry and I would be weird together, he's so attractive, tall and tan and tattooed and I'm short, awkward and pale.''

"Hey, you're attractive too. And it's because of how different you are in comparison that would make you guys look even better,'' he tried to convince me but I rolled my eyes. "Come on, in a totally non-gay and not-hitting-on-you-way, he's hot and you're cute and it makes a really cool combination.''

"Like you and Perrie,'' I said and he nodded.

"Exactly. Like, you need a list of things to do before you can't,'' he encouraged and my eyebrows furrowed as I thought about it.

"You're right, like I don't have tons of time left and I should have at least kissed a guy before I die,'' I agreed and I'm pretty sure I was drunk on one glass of vodka and I was purely content. 

I went through my bag and got out a piece of paper and a pen, handing it to him. 

"Your hand is going to be more steady than mine if I drink any more, which I am, and I want to read it in the morning,'' I told him and he nodded. 

"Okay, so first is have your first kiss?" he asked and I nodded as he wrote it down.

I ordered another drink and we continued my list. 

"Ooh, put on "Get a book published",'' I commanded and he nodded and that's how our night went.

We drank, we wrote, we laughed and I felt no pain, no ache, just bliss.

~-~

[harry]

I grumbled incoherent words as I blindly searched for my buzzing phone. I found it and slid my thumb across, it too bright for my eyes to read the caller. "Hello?" I answered tiredly.

I heard a girl giggling before she spoke. "Heyyy curly. I-I miss you, like-like a lot,'' the familiar voice slurred and I sat up immediately.

"Blake, what the hell? Are you drunk?" I whispered to not wake Liam up.

"I-I think so, maybe, I lost count after 6. Who knew alcohol was so great?!" she sounded giddy, like she was jumping around somewhere laughing at herself and smiling.