Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 46

The fancy mansion that is now full of untamed teenagers is lite and amplified in lights and music. Plastic cups are already thrown on the luxurious tile floors and sweaty bodies are rubbing against each other in full ecstasy. Picture frames and designer vases are displayed elegantly on the champagne colored tables marking who the owners are.

"So this is Niall's house?" My hand is beginning to sweat in Harry's but he won't let it go.

"Yeah, his parents are out of town or some shit like that." He shrugs grabbing two empty cups from a freshly opened pack.

Zayn's here and I'm both excited and nervous to see him. The last time we saw or even spoke to each other, I somehow disappointed him with my depressing life story. It had me thinking a little because I thought he would've been more understanding of my situation but he was more upset over the fact that I didn't tell him. Him and Harry are on good terms, I don't think they've ever been on a bad one, but he doesn't know I left that night to talk to him.

"Here." He finally releases my hand and the cool air blankets my sweaty palm. I grab the cup half full of some brown liquid and Harry tilts his head back consuming it all.

"What is it?" I bring the rim to my nose and smell it, immediately cringing away at how strong the sting in the scent is.

"Whiskey." He hisses sucking his wet lips and refilling the cup. "It looks nice on you." He says looking at his green beanie on my head. I'm only wearing it because he wants me to. It's a little hot to be wearing it, but if it's what he wants then I'll leave it on.

"Thanks. Do I look like a hipster?" I squint my eyes and grab my hip for a pose and he laughs.

"So hipsta'," he kisses me, rubbing the Whiskey all over my lips. The music just keeps getting louder and louder but the energy and vibe makes me want to go reckless.

"C'mon, let's dance." I grab his hand and drag him through the tight crowd to where drunk pairs are dancing gracelessly and slutty-like. I want to impress him for some reason. I feel like I'm always so serious and such a wallflower when we do things like this and I want to show him that I can have fun, and that no I'm not as innocent as he thinks I am.

I mimic his action and throw my head back pretending that the strong alcohol isn't burning my throat, and I drop the cup proud that I just made him smirk. "I think I'm going to like you drinking." He pulls me in impressed.

"I think I'm going to like me drinking too." I say taking his drink and consuming it. With his eyes wide and my tongue on fire, I turn my body and press my butt to his crotch and begin to move my hips. 'Stay High' blasts through the entire campus of the house, ringing in my ears as his fingers grip my hips, compressing me more to him and I feel his lips to the heat of my neck.

I'm not sure why I want to get drunk. Maybe because I'm looking for a relief of the stress, or because I want to signal to Harry that it's fine if he does it too, but either way I'm ready to get wasted up just as much as him.

Obviously the drinks have provided me no affect, but I'm already feeling myself relax. "I'm having fun." I say to Harry whose lips are trailing up and down my neck.

"We just got here." I can't see him, but I can feel his lips lift into a smile. "But I am too, keep dancing." He instructs and I follow. I sway my hips against his torso and throw my head back to his shoulder, his arms crossing over my stomach providing me the most intoxicating feeling and chills up and down my spine. "Alee?" His breath hits and wraps around my neck and throat as more people crowd in, and from the corner of my eye I see Zayn entering the door catching the attention of almost all the girls surrounding him.