Sing till I fall asleep || H.S

twenty

I know basically nothing about the subject potrayed in this chapter.

It's all fictional, luv (if u know, i love u)

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As the clock turned ten pm, I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't pretend as if Harry shouldn't be here with us on new years eve, like everybody else did. I could see the look on Liam and Zayn's faces that something was up whenever I asked them why he wasn't here.

I grabbed Louis from the dance floor and pulled him to the side, he looked at me worried, "What's going on?" He asked loudly over the music.

"What's Harry's adress?" I asked him, he gave me a frown and I sighed, "Just tell me," I knew he had it since he'd been at his neighbours house multiple times.

I looked over at the sofas where half of our gang sat, Wienna with her new crush who was much older than I thought, Erin in Niall's lap, and Liam and Zayn talking to some girls by the bar. Zayn and I hadn't talked alot tonight, he seemed off somehow.

Louis took his phone out and sent me a text with an adress, "Why?"

"Thank you, I'll explain later!" I shouted as I started walking out of the club. I grabbed my jacket from the wardrobe worker and ordered an uber from the app on my phone.

Was it an invasion of privacy? To show up at his house? Was he even home? I'd have to find out, I knew something was wrong and I needed to know.

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The uber stopped outside a white wooden house, the lights were on, so somebody was home. The house wasn't too big, but looked cute from the outside with snow covering the roof and garden except for the driveway and pathway leading towards the porch.

"Thank you," I told the driver and payed for the ride through the app before getting out. This would probably sink my rating on the app, I hadn't made any conversation or even answered him what I was doing on this evening when the whole is a party.

"Oh, I'm just stalking my kind-of-friend because I have a feeling somethings wrong and I kinda miss his presence."

I walked slowly up to the porch, hoping Harry wouldn't be mad, or be somewhere else, that would be awkward. I had no idea who his parents were, if he even lived with his parents? His jeep stood parked on the driveway, which led me to believe he was home, since he never drank anyways.

As I took a deep breath I knocked on the door, four times, slowly. The alcohol was still burning in my throat after drinking all dat, but I felt more sober than ever because of my worried state. Every second outside that door felt like a minute when nobody opened.

A few seconds later I heard steps coming from inside, and then door unlocked and opened.

In front of me stood a boy, he looked around the same age as my brother, with a wide smile.

"Hi," he said cheerfully. He was cute. His hair looked just like Harry's, brown and curly, he had the same dimples as well. There's wasn't a doubt this was his brother, I didn't even know he had siblings, which made me feel like an even shittier friend.

"Hi," I replied and then thought about what to do next.

"Hazza!" The boy shouted into the house and then ran back inside, leaving the door slightly opened, I peeked inside to see a tidy home, easily furnitured in white and black. Dark wooden flooring decorated with some rugs.

A few seconds later I heard Harrys voice as well as heavy steps towards the hallway, "Is it a girl?" He asked the younger brother.

"A pretty one!" His brother replied in an excited voice, making me smile widely.