Wants vs Needs H.S

Twenty

I sat by the fire downing my drink, my aim? To get wasted.

"Why you sat by yourself?" Zayn asked taking a seat next to me on the sandy towel.

"I'm just thinking, I'll be back in a minute" I gave him a reassuring smile.

He placed his hand on my knee, gaining my full attention.

"Come back with me, you can think later?" he insisted

I shake my head, I wanted some space away from everyone's relationships.

"You're not really going to say no to the birthday boy, are you?" He smirks, ok maybe I should debate my options.

Stay here feeling sorry for myself or go dance and talk to a fit boy and enjoy the night? I think we know the answer.

I can see Harry speaking to the lads, just as I turn away I catch him briefly looking at me and down to where Zayns hands is placed, but ignores it.

If he's over it, so am I.

"Come on then!" I stand up pulling his hand towards the crowds of people, and begin to dance.

He looks so good he really does but I spot Harry taking his shirt off, finally, after having it on all night, not that I was waiting or anything.

His muscles prominent, like they'd been carved, his tattoos resting above them and the sweat from the hot weather and dancing gleaming off him making him look incredible.

No stop Hannah, focus on Zayn.

I'm too deep into taking in his beauty, I need a drink.

I pick up two shot and down them, the previous drinks I've consumed have gone straight to my head and I'm not going to lie, I love it.

I notice the boys heading up the cliff and I want to join, considering all my friends are fixated on some boys I decide why not?
I begin heading after them when a strong arm grabs my hip pulling me towards them.

"You're not going with them, you'll end up falling off the cliff in the state you're in" His deep voice says, looking me up and down to emphasise the 'state' I'm apparently in.

"You can't talk Mr" I say prodding his chest, his hands release me, but I wish they hadn't.
"How are you then? I saw you and birthday boy?" he asks taking a swig off his bottle of beer.

"I'm fabulous thank you, he's cute, isn't he? Do you think we'd look good together?" I slurred.

"Yes, he is, but be careful of him" he clenched his jaw, looking away from me.

"Oh, bore off, are you going to say this about every lad that shows me the slightest bit of attention? What is he going to kidnap me?" I laugh in his face.

"Was I or was I not right last time? I'm just looking out for you!" He took another swig and sighed, obviously beginning to get irritated.

"Yeah like you were when you left me in the pouring rain alone at London airport miles from home scared and my family bankrupt? If that's your type of "looking out for me", then no thanx" I scoffed grabbing his beer and drinking the rest.

"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to get kidnapped by the beautiful Zayn" I sassed him, walking off.

Proud of myself I smirk to myself, thinking he wasn't following me, it's only when I felt his breath hit my shoulder, I realised he was in fact right behind me.

"No, my type of looking after you was saving you from being pressed up against a wall by a psyco, and not in the type of way I'd like to do to you." He paused before carrying on, acting asif what he had just stated hadn't made me choke on the liquid in my mouth.

- "Or stopping you from climbing the cliff to smoke weed because I know your sorry ass will be too scared to jump and you'll be left alone at the top like a baby" My breath hitched feeling how close he was to my neck, the alcohol in my system made me want to turn around and kiss him, but I was a strong women, no thank you.

I smirked wrapping my arms around his neck, he looked at my lips thinking I was actually going to kiss him, and for a moment I believed I would to.

"Now that Styles is exactly where your wrong" I kissed his cheek and ducked under his arm walking away, I turned my head before shouting.

"I don't need looking after, I don't know about you, but I've grown up and not a baby, trust me you'll see"
And with that I headed towards the cliff with a smirk on my face. Go me.

............

As I climbed the unsteady rocks, I could hear music from Louis phone blaring out, the smell of cannabis awakening my senses reminding me I was definitely awake and climbing a cliff that I would most certainly of not done sober.

"Hannah! Come join the party!" Liam smiled greeting me, with that I took a seat on the rock closest to him.

They passed there 2nd blunt around the circle to which I took 3 drags from before lying back and staring at the stars.

"Hannah, will you take a picture of us while we jump off the cliff?" James asked handing me his phone.
I nodded and captured a few shots with the sunrise in the background, wow maybe I should be a photographer.

I then noticed my own phone ringing, it was my sister asking if I was ok and where I was as she had just arrived, I quickly hung up after I had filled her in, keeping it brief because I knew she'd be angry I was up here.

It was only then I realised they had all jumped, no one waited for me. Fuck it was high. I was high, this wasn't the plan, I'm not jumping alone fuck that.

I looked down it was steep, during the 5 minutes id been on the phone the sky was almost pitched black, the only sign of the sea was the loud noise of it slamming against the rock and how it glistened under the moon.

I decided to take the way I came up. As soon as I stepped on the first bit of the path that wasn't really a path it was just worn down from the way people had climbed, I felt my foot slip

Shit.