The Help

Chapter Six

A/N: And here's the final chapter... JK It's the final chapter that includes this author's note saying I FORGOT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE I ALWAYS APOLOGISE. Anyways, I really like this chapter, and I actually wasn't high when I wrote it, and guess what! HETEROSEXUAL SEX IN HERE!

The party was a big bigger than Harry had expected. He wouldn't have brought Niall if he knew it was going to be that big. His friend got a bit scared with large gatherings, so Harry had to keep him close and basically cuddle him in front of everyone. It was fine though, seeing as everyone was already drunk when they arrived. The only person sober was Zayn, who thanked Harry for getting the weed with a genuine smile (which Harry thought was rare for the boy) and then immediately downed a couple of shots.

Kreayshawn was blasting out of every single speaker. Harry didn't care for the rapper that much, but she would do. He carried Niall along with him to the chicken, where an array of shots filled with different kinds of alcohol were already set up and kids were taking them. Harry grabbed one for him and another for Niall.

“Here's to us, mate,” Harry told him. They touched glasses and smiled at each other before dumping the alcohol down their throats. It was stronger than Harry expected, but he drank it all and then went for another. He swore he heard Niall say, “what the rush?” before he grabbed another himself. They both took about three shots from the kitchen and grabbed beers before working their ways back into the living room.

“This party is actually pretty sweet,” Niall told Harry, his Irish accent becoming more noticeable and his body swaying drunkenly. Harry was feeling it too as he looked around the room for a girl. That's how it was every night; get a girl, get her drunk and worked up, have sex with her, and then wake up in a strange bed in the morning.

He looked back at Niall, but he was already gone. He panicked for a moment, but then he thought of how Niall was a big boy, but then he started to panic again. If he lost Niall, if Niall got hurt, if this night turned into a Hangover movie plot line and Harry couldn't find him, he was in big trouble. He was about to shout of his friend's name when a girl attached to his waist.

She looked up at him with ice blue eyes and rosy cheeks. She was gorgeous, Harry could give her that, but kind of annoying looking. She has straight, long brown and blonde hair and some long nails that she barely dug into Harry's back with. Her arms was looped around his waist and she was standing in front of him, smiling with her full, pink lips. That was the kind of girl he got every time he went out, but it wasn't really the kind he wanted at the moment. Her mouth moved but the music was too loud to hear. She placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down closer to the ground. He complied and bent over so she could talk in his ear.

“Hey Harry,” she greeted him. Then she laughed. “Let's go somewhere we're you can hear me better babe.” She pulled away from him and grabbed his sweaty hands. She lead him out of the living room and down a hallway with tons of doors. It was quieter in there. “The key is finding one that no one is in. It's so difficult,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. They walked up the stairs that were at the end of the hallway. Harry looked down at his feet and noticed Niall under the stairs with some pretty girl he was sure he had hooked up with before, sucking on each others faces. Good for you, he thought, Get some, boy.

She pulled him into a white door and shut it behind them. It was completely dark in there, but she flipped on the light. “Good. I didn't want anyone in my room doing anything anyways,” she commented.

“In your room?” he asked, sitting down at what must have been her bed. Her soft, white bed with tons of light purple pillows and a cat sprawling out on it. He loved cats, he started to pet the kitty, who purred into his hand.