They say opposites attract.

Chapter 11

"Hey Liam, have you seen Zayn? He looked really sad when I last saw him and I wanna check up on him." Louis asked Liam, trying to scream over the loud music. Liam and Louis weren't really friends. Liam disliked Louis for all the torture he's caused Harry and Louis simply didn't care for Liam. It could be because he was Harry's friends but nonetheless, he didn't care anyway. When they use to go out, they talked a bit. Simple small talk but it wasn't anything serious. They were acquainted. Nothing more than that.

"No. I haven't seen him Louis." Liam replied, worry taking over his body. What if something had happened to Zayn? Liam shook his head and dismissed those kind of thoughts immediately. He didn't wanna get ahead of himself.

"Okay thanks anyway." But when Louis started to turn around, Liam placed a hand on his shoulder- stopping him.

"I'll look with you." Liam told him. "Where have you looked?" He asked Louis.

"Everywhere." Louis groaned loudly. Liam started to think. If he was sad he'd want to be alone. So Zayn was either outside or in his room. That sounded logical right?

"Have you checked upstairs? His room?" Liam asked, and didn't expect Louis to say no. "Ugh, you're such an idiot." Liam laughed. Walking up the stairs, heading to Zayn's room. He was ahead of Louis but Louis was close behind. Liam opened up the door and just stood there, staring in shock. Louis was confused as he caught up with Liam.

"Liam is he in there-" Louis started but coming short in breath when he realised what Liam was staring at. "O-oh." Louis breathed out. After that, Harry and Zayn pulled away, hearing Lois and their heads snapped up at the two boys staring at them in shock. Everyone was silent, all staring at each other in shock. It was Liam who spoke up first.

"S-sorry." He whispered, almost running away. With an unreadable expression on his face.

"Li! Wait!" Harry called out, running after Liam to find out what was wrong. He knew Liam just felt awkward and that was why he left and looked like that. He knew it was nothing more but he wanted to get out of the situation he was in. He didn't want to face Louis nor Zayn. He was scared of how Zayn would react so he pretended like he was checking up on Liam. Thankful that the boy was getting him out of that.

When Harry headed out, Liam had disappeared in the crowd. Harry slowly started to walk down the stairs, back to where everyone was. He was glad that he couldn't find Liam. He didn't want to explain his feelings to Liam cause he didn't know what the hell he was feeling. Yes, the kiss was hot but it wasn't one of those kisses that made Harry's heart combust into a million pieces. It wasn't one of those kisses that sent goosebumps all over his body. It was one of those kisses that made you hard. However, it did end sooner than Harry expected and he didn't like the way it ended. He knew Louis would give him shit for it and he wasn't prepared for that at all.

When Harry made eye contact with Daniel as he walked down, his body felt all hot over again. There was something about the way Daniel looked at him, it was so hot. Daniel waved him over and they started walking towards each other. When they were face to face, Daniel leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear. "Can I have that dance now?" He rasped out. Harry could cum untouched just listening to him speak. Harry blamed the alcohol for how horny he sounded.

"Sure." Harry smirked at him, trying to act cooler than he felt. Daniel walked to where most people were dancing and him and Harry started to dance together along to the music. Harry completely lost himself, forgetting everything. He danced with Daniel and he actually really enjoyed himself. This really helped clear his mind. Daniel was watching Harry with a smile on his face and Harry melted to that smile. Daniel was a really good distraction Harry had to admit that.

"Harry you're really drunk, how are you going to get home?" Daniel asked him. Harry replied with a shrug. "Do you need a ride?" Daniel questioned, eyes staring into Harry's. Fuck that look. Harry cursed. Harry hated the intensity it brought. It was crazy. Did he want a ride? If it was from Daniel then, hell fucking yeah.