Ghostly (Narry)

Chapter Fourteen: Fuck You

"You guys seriously think that this is a good idea?" Harry questions, following Liam and Louis out of their apartment and down the narrow hallway.

"What do you mean?" Liam asks, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

Harry sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, "We don't even really know Zayn. What if he steals something?"

"Harry," Louis scolds, "He wouldn't do that."

"And how do you know?" Harry snorts, "You'd probably let him do anything with how whipped you are for him."

"You can only be whipped if you're dating the person," Louis glares at him, fighting a blush, "Plus, I don't like him like that."

"Right," the taller lad rolls his eyes, "I just don't have a good feeling about this."

"That's because you like Niall," Louis sneers, running a few steps ahead of his friends when Harry tries to make a grab for him. He sticks his tongue out at the younger boy.

"Not even close," Harry grumbles.

He didn't want Zayn to be in his apartment alone with Niall. He couldn't explain why but he didn't like how close the two were one bit.

"They're probably going to fuck each other on the couch," he says, ignoring the pang he feels in his chest.

"You're more than welcome to keep them company Harry," Liam interjects, ignoring how childish his friends were acting. He was tired of playing mediator, "Lou and I will just go to the bar on our own."

Harry clenches his jaw and says nothing. He all but stomps behind his friends who are laughing and playfully shoving and jumping on each other's backs on the way to the bar.

When Harry finally hears the loud bass from the club he relaxes a little. Maybe getting wasted will help him get his mind off of what Niall and Zayn are doing back at his apartment.

The trio wait in line to get inside the bar. It's packed to the brim on the cool evening. So busy, that the bouncer makes them wait for people to leave before he lets them inside.

Finally, after the security guard checks their ID's, they're pushing past people to make their way to the bar. Harry can see that the bar at the front of the club is packed, the bartenders downing with orders, moving as quickly as they can, so he leads his friends to the back of the bar, next to the dancefloor.

"We better order a few rounds of shots," he yells to his friends over the loud music while he pushes his hair back off of his already perspiring forehead, "Who knows how long we'll have to wait to be served again."

He doesn't wait for his friends to agree, knowing he'll drink their other shots if they don't want them. He needs this.

He orders three rounds of shots and passes along the message of his friends drinks to the pretty bartender behind the counter. He passes a shot to Louis and Liam and they down them before the bartender can even finish making their drinks.

Louis pushes up next to Harry instead of behind him, glaring at a couple who are standing there making out, "Get a fucking room!"

Louis feels no shame as he shoves his back against the couple, slowly but surely creating a gap between him and Harry so Liam can squeeze in between them.

Harry pulls out his wallet and slaps his card down on the bar when his drink is pushed across to him. He hands his friends another shot, along with their drinks right after and they repeat the action from seconds ago, tipping the shot back and swallowing it down.

He turns back when the bartender returns with his card. He notices that she's pulled her shirt down more, exposing her breasts, and she flutters her eyelashes at him, probably trying to get him to give her a good tip. Instead, Harry averts his eyes and cringes a little.