the girls of the boys

huntington

Louis bounced on his toes with anticipation, the party was a mere hour or so away and his excitement had been mounting. Kirsten and I were half getting ready and half busy laughing about the mini pizzas we had tried to make while on our phones resulting in seriously charred food.

"Come on," Louis begged like a puppy, "let's go!" He paced the room a few times and flopped on the couch in defeat when Kirsten replied by showing me a funny vine and completely ignoring his request. Harry was reclined on the couch with his arms behind his head watching a rerun of X Factor UK.

"Calm down man, you know Sarah hates when you get so hazed, just try and take a chill on the hash at least a little?" Harry reasoned, but Harry had no idea how hard that would be. Louis had been so seriously addicted his stomach had to be pumped at the party prior to Ashton's last one, but he was in pretty deep and the cravings had subsided for a while but as soon as he got his fix at Ash's party the only thing he wanted was more. I bit my lip and silently thanked Harry for saying something as I threw a pile of dishes into the sink that had a burning smell follow them into the basin.

"Okay, we'll be ready in 10" I smiled at Louis who perked right up and attempted to show more interest in X Factor to calm his racing mind. I pulled Kirsten by the crook of her elbow towards the communal bathroom that housed makeup and hair products.

We reemerged in our black skinny jeans and cute punk-y shirts.

"You look great, let's go" Louis rambled as he kissed the side of my head and ushered me to the door. I twisted around to reach Kirsten and pull her along but she was sitting next to Harry's legs on the couch with her hand gently resting on his knee.

"Harry's not going" Kirsten said looking at Harry but talking to us.

"Not good enough on this thing to go to a rager" Harry said as he lifted his boot a few inches off the pillow it was resting on.

"Well you can still go, right Kirsten?" Louis asked, the desperation to get going, being poorly disguised.

"Do you mind if I go? Or do you want me to stay here, I can if you want" Kirsten's words tumbling out faster than anticipated.

"No, no go, but Louis, I swear to God, if she gets home and is half as hazed as you,I will kill you" Harry said with a trace of humor but a very serious warning which Louis nodded somberly to.

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"Ash, hi, hey yeah so I need to talk to you" Becca whispered barely loud enough to be heard over the pounding bass that reverberated the house and shook the walls.

"Okay, sure, whats up?" He asked as he leaned over the armrest to hear Becca better. She uncrossed her legs and stood up, hooking Ashton's arm in hers and leading him away from the living room. Her senses were on high alert for any trace of Zayn's cologne, quiff, or red hoodie if he happened to be weaving through the crowd; she had managed to lose him as soon as they had walked in but she wasn't sure how long it would take for a determined Zayn to find her in a simple flat. Becca weaved through the crowd and stopped at a bathroom, yanking Ashton in after her.