searching the stars // h.s.

10

"okay so madison, heather, gigi and camille are in the guest room getting ready. where are the boys?" i ask louis and niall as we put the drinks into the refrigerator.

i invited everyone over to hangout like old times. gigi came with zayn, madison came with liam and niall, calum came with heather, and michael brought ashton and luke.

"zayn and liam are outside with luke and michael." niall hands me two sodas and i look up at him with a confused expression.

"what about calum and ashton?" i ask, and he shrugs.

"i think they're in the bathroom." louis slides past me and places a bag of chips onto the counter.

"doing what exactly?" i ask and they both shrug.

great. they could be pegging each other for all i know.

"is harry coming?" niall asks, causing louis and i to look at each other.

"i don't know." i shrug softly. "you can take a break to go call him if you want."

niall sets the drinks that he is holding down, and walks away. louis turns to me and before he can say anything, the doorbell rings.

"coming!" i call out, jogging over to the door. i swing it open to see harry and he looks a mess.

"hey," i smile and he looks down at me. "camille's in the next room."

i begin to move out of the way when he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

"sometimes i wish she was you." he mumbles and i feel my heart stop. his grip on my wrist is tighter than you would expect and it hurts.

"what..?" i ask in a whisper since all the air has left my body like i just got punched in the stomach.

"i guess we never really moved on." he shrugs and i can smell the alcohol in his breath. he begins to laugh and i can't help but be confused.

"harry, are you drunk right now?" i hesitantly ask, not even wanting an answer.

he knows that drunk people terrify me. he knows about my past experiences.

"it's really good to hear your voice saying my name." he raises his voice and tightens his grip on my wrist, causing me to flinch slightly. "it sounds so sweet."

before i can tell him that he needs to leave, footsteps come up behind me. please don't be anyone but louis.

"who is at the door-" louis' smile instantly fades when he sees harry's grip on my wrist. "harry?"

"i think he's drunk." i whisper and turn back to harry who is staring at me.

"life with out you makes me weak." he places his other hand above the hand that has a death grip on me and louis quickly grabs his wrists, making him let go of me.

"hazza..." louis whispers, his voice cracking as he looks down at my wrist that is really red. it's most definitely going to bruise.

"i never wanted to say good bye." harry shakes his head as louis inspects my wrist, gently touching it with the fear that he might hurt me as well.

"harry," louis lets go of my wrist, stepping in between me and harry. "camille is here and you're making a scene."

his voice is stern and angry and i notice harry's expression soften when he sees my hand around the wrist he just hurt.

"maryah," harry begins to speak and i think he's about to apologize when he proves me wrong. "you make it hard to be faithful."

this is a fucking prank. he can't seriously be saying this shit while his girlfriend is in the next fucking room. he can't seriously be saying this shit when he just fractured my wrist.

"what..?" my voice cracks and louis reaches back, placing his hand on my arm in a defensive manner.

"lips of an angel..." harry glances down at my lips and i feel like i'm going to pass out.

"what is he talking about?" louis asks me, as if i would have any type of idea.

"i don't know." i shake my head and he sighs, placing his hand on his head.

"we need to get him out of here." louis walks into the kitchen, i'm guessing to grab his keys, leaving my alone with harry.

we don't say anything. what could i possibly say in this situation?

"like, right now, maryah." louis comes back, accompanied by the sound of keys jingling and i quickly nod.

"yeah, okay."