The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

Oh Dear God

Kaitlyn

Zayn and I had been sitting outside now, me comforting him and him crying, for about twenty minutes now. As I was rubbing his back more, trying to comfort him, I saw movement in peripheral vision. I looked over and saw Louis standing at the back door. I gave him a small smile and mouthed a ‘hey’ at him and he waved back. He made his way back to everyone else. Well, at least he’s here now.

I pull back softly from Zayn and he looks up. He gives me an embarrassed smile and chuckle. He wipes away his tears and runs a hand through his hair.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to act like that…” He mutters, embarrassed.

“Hey, hey,” I say and give his shoulder a comforting squeeze, “It’s no problem, really. You were there for me when I was a mess. It’s only fair that I be there for you too. ‘Kay?”

He nods and smiles, his first genuine smile since I’ve seen him share with me since he walked through the front door, “Guess so. I mean, you ruined a whole one of my shirts with that salty liquid that come out of your eyes.”

“You mean tears?” I asked, chuckling slightly.

“That’s what they call them? Well, I shall henceforth call them shirt ruiners. And that is now something that all boyfriend and best friends can call them,” He says with no humour in his eyes whatsoever.

I laugh so hard. I lean forward, my hair becoming a curtain to shield my awful facial expression as I laugh, “You’re a fucking idiot sometimes!”

“Thank you,” He says with a smile and laughs with me.

“Alright, I think we should go back inside and enjoy the party. I’m pretty sure I promised a certain young man by the name of Styles, that I would do tequila shots with him. Care to join me?”

“Sure,” He smiles and we head our way back inside.

Zayn opens the door and motions for me to follow in first. I thank him with a smile and walk in. Harry comes up to me, a giant smile that would have the girls screaming and wetting their pants. I know exactly what his intentions are. I cock an eyebrow at him and he raises his own in a suggestive manner. I chuckle and follow him to the kitchen where he has placed the tequila bottle in a fortress of red cops, blue cups and clear cups. He pulls the bottle out carefully and waves it in my face.

“Would you like to do the honours, Miss Riley?” He asks, slurring his words slightly.

I shake my head at the tipsy boy and smile, “I’d be delighted, Mr Styles.”

He hands the bottle over to me before shouting, “Oi, you lot! Come in here, we’re gonna do tequila shots!”

Everyone present waltzes into the kitchen, Louis follows in next to Liam and they both chuckle at Harry who is doing a little happy dance. And let’s face it, Harry can’t dance for shit. Louis walks over to me and stands to my right, as Harry is on the left. He bumps his shoulder with me in a friendly manner and smiles at me. I do the same back to him, but with a bit more force which causes him to stumble a little bit.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” He chuckles and I laugh a little and cover my mouth form embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, but not really. It was funny,” I say and he chuckles.

“Ha-ha, so funny,” He says in monotone but I can see the humour in his eyes, he definitely found it amusing.

“Alright,” Harry’s voice cuts through the small talk that has been created amongst the small group, “How about we make this a bit more fun?”

“And how are we gonn’ do that, Haz?” Niall asks, raising his eyebrows a little.

“Body shots,” He says in a low voice and wriggles his eyebrows.

“Oh, dear god,” Both Louis and I murmur and laugh.