I'm fine, We're fine [boyxboy]

Seven

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Liam's POV

"Dance with me."

That was the last coherent thing I could recall. Everything before that was clear. Everything after was a bleary haze.

I remembered dragging Zayn out to the dance floor and stumbling over my own two feet. I remembered bits of Zayn laughing and saying he was going to fall over if we didn't sit down. Guiding him back to his chair was there, sitting him down. When he had asked me to find his friends, I had obliged. How could I turn down that drunken smile?

Drunk me wandered around, tapping people and mumbling apologies when I realized I had gone to the wrong curly head. Louis was small, I wouldn't have been able to see him over many people, so Harry was my best bet. I stumbled around, ignoring the offerings of help from other people in my journey to find them.

"'Arry!" I called out. My clumsy hands used the barstools to guide me in the direction of the bathroom. At Niall's, Harry had disappeared down the hall after saying he had to use the toilet, hadn't he? That had to be where they were. Now what they were doing was another question.

But I hadn't found them in the toilet and so hadn't found them half naked pressed against the filthy wall. When I found a curly head I recognized, they weren't even in the bathroom at all, but just outside of the door in the hall.

I went to call for them but something stopped me. I was drunk and alcohol ran strong through my veins, but my eyes had never played tricks or mind games with me before.

Harry was choking Louis and didn't look like either of them were aroused. The latter looked terrified.

I stayed, rooted to the spot as Louis clawed at the hands around his neck. Only when Harry moved did my feet finally unglue themselves. Quick as I could I had gone back and taken my seat by Zayn. He seemed unaware of the task he had asked me to perform and I went along with his slurred babbling. The chair under me was still cold when Harry came up in front of us.

"Louis and I are leaving. He's feeling a little... frisky, if y'know what I mean."

The smile he gave sent chills across my skin and even now, well into the next morning I had been unable to shake them.

An uber took us home, courtesy of the bartender. We ended up at Zayn's place. How we made it up the stairs to his apartment I'll never know. The last thing I really recalled was collapsing on the couch but sleep hadn't taken me. I tossed and turned, unable to get the scene I had witnessed out of my mind. Once when I had checked my phone, it had been after three that morning. When I got up two hours later, I found him passed out on his bed, still fully clothed on top of the comforter.

My head was aching. I knew it was the alcohol. I left Zayn asleep and made myself at home. I made a cup of tea and sat back on the couch. It was quiet, the television was off and still kind of dark out.

"Filet your fucking insides right now and string them on a goddamn fiddle."

I shuddered and gripped the ceramic tea mug close to my chest in the dark.

It was after eleven before I finally heard a low groan come from down the hall. I sat the mug that had been empty for hours down onto the coffee table and turned to see Zayn coming out of the hall. One of the blankets on the bed had been turned into a hooded cape and he was wearing it on his way to me.