Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 6.

After some dancing and puking, he was somewhat sober again. Harry rubs his eyes, groaning. He sips from the cup of Dr. Pepper Luke had given him. Luke apologized over and over again for giving him such a strong drink but he told him it was fine. He was honestly fine, he didn't die he was okay. He had a killer headache though.

They were in the backyard of the house now, joining Zayn with his group of friends that he chills with at parties. Niall was off dancing and doing crazy shit, Louis eating like there was no tomorrow, and Liam was calmly sitting inside and drinking. He's pretty sure Louis has a smoke. Anyways, Zayn actually found Harry throwing up in the bathroom with Luke holding his hair back so Zayn invited them to hang out with him outside. He seemed very drunk.

Harry sighs, letting one of the few people who aren't drunk play with his hair. Her name was Lou. She was nice and she wasn't a heavy drinker so he figured he could trust her. She twists pieces of my hair into a braid, smiling. She went to some other art college around.

He looks around at the group. He shudders as he spots a boy with bright red hair basically eating a girl with curly brown hairs face off. They pull away and the girl blushes when she catches Harry staring. He smiles apologetically and looks away. 

"Harry you messed me up!" Lou whines and she starts braiding over again

"Sorry." He blushes keeping still again

As she reaches half way down his hair, He gets pulled up by someone. He makes contact with the guy with the red hair. "You starin' at me and my girlfriend, curly?" he growls. Harry's face was probably more red than his hair right now. He shakes his head quickly, the boys piercing eyes looking into his. Before this went any further, the girl with curly hair and Zayn ran over. "Babe, calm down it was fine. We should be apologizing for the PDA..." she says softly. Her voice was so soothing, he could fall asleep just hearing her talking.

Her light brown eyes went well with her pale skin. She had long curly hair down to her waist, a single streak in the color of pink. She was wearing black skinny jeans with black bootie heels and a black blouse that had gold details. She wore light makeup with dramatic eye shadow. She had a few bracelets on her wrist and she had a lip ring.

"He's my friend Michael, step away, mate." Zayn comes to Harry's defense, making him blush. The boy looks at the girl then at Harry. He lets go of his shirt, pushing him away rather violently. He starts walking away but the girl stayed.

"Sorry for that... he's a bit drunk and he's not thinking..." Her cheeks turn pink, almost matching that streak in her hair.

"It's fine don't worry about it" He smiles as sweetly as he could

 "I'm Marisol" she waves simply. She was American, I could tell by her accent obviously.

"Harry" He keeps that smile plastered on his face. He was honestly tired and it was hard for him to keep his eyes opened.

 "Anyways, nice to meet you. See you around!" she scoots off, getting back to her boyfriend.

He awkwardly sits back down by Lou and Luke again. 

"Not gonna thank me mate?" Zayn raises an eyebrow

 "Oh yeah, thanks Zayn.." Harry blushes, looking down and rubbing his arm

 Zayn smirks and nods, walking away. Right when Zayn is out of Lou and Luke's view, they start squealing.

"Ooh does Harry have a crush?" Luke smirks, acting girlier than Lou is.

"I-I have a girlfriend" Harry pouts

"Not the question I asked. That doesn't mean you can't have a crush either." Luke smirks