to love and be loved

three

three

"Honestly, if you can't hold your bloody liquor, you shouldn't drink." Louis whined, annoyed with the blonde.

"I'm sorry Lou, I'm so sorry." Zoe cried.

"Where's Mary? This is not my job." He gagged, holding Zoe's hair up on top of her head. I quietly watched from the corner because I was too entertained watching Louis try and care for her and quite frankly, I really didn't want to do it either.

"Did someone have too much fun tonight?" I finally walked into the toilet, dismissing Louis from his duties.

"Mary, did you see him? He was completely grinding on her, right in front of me." She started crying, "How could he do that? He knows I like him. Why would he do that?"

Previously that evening, Harry asked Bryn to dance with him, and of course she said yes, not sparing Zoe's feelings at all. Not surprising, but in Zoe's drunken state, it was a lot harder to hide her emotions.

"I know sweetie, but there's nothing we can do about it right now. You just need to drink some water." I rub her back.

"How is it that I can be so happy for Bryn for finally getting what she wants but completely and utterly pissed off at Harry?" She whimpers, draping her arms around the toilet seat for balance as she lifts her head up. "I'm really sorry for ruining your evening."

"Don't be sorry, you didn't ruin anything. Besides, I have nothing else better to do than help you out." I smile, reassuring her that everything was okay.

"Is Louis mad at me? I didn't mean to ruin things with that brunette. I need to tell him I'm sorry." She panics, trying to stand, but her legs fail to help her up.

"Louis isn't mad, plus, he probably was just trying to shag the poor girl, harmless and meaningless. He'll survive one weekend without sex."

"I need to apologize to Bryn too. I called her a mean word." She lays her head back down onto the toilet seat after her attempt to stand failed, "I mean, I thought it, I never actually said it. I still feel bad though."

"Hun, you just need to go to sleep, you call apologize to everyone in the morning." She pouts at me before I grab under her arms to pull her to her feet.

"You're goddamn heavy when you're practically dead body weight, can you at least try and walk?" I exclaim, after trying to hold her weight on my own.

"Not a bloody chance in hell. They feel like jello." She then smiles, "Jello is delicious."

"Um, would you care for some help?" Liam stood in the doorway, observing me trying to drag Zoe to a bedroom.

"That would be lovely, thank you." He smiles before he lifts Zoe's useless body into his arms effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other draped around her back.

"Where should I put her?" Liam questioned, as he walked through the flat, where a sleeping Harry and Bryn lay cuddled on the couch. Her face nuzzled in his neck and hand delicately placed on his chest.

"Just take her to my room, and quickly, I don't want her to see that." I graciously nod towards the couch.

"Don't worry, she's passed out." He whispers as he walks through my bedroom doors and sets her on the bed carefully.

"Thank you, for not being an asshole about that." I somewhat smile, as I pull the covers over the snoring girl.

"Of course, I'm not all that bad you know?" Liam explains.

"I find that hard to believe."

"You don't even know me, how could you possibly dislike me after only one day?"