It always starts with one drink

I met Zayn Malik at a pub when I was 18, and he has been my life ever sense. I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm happy to be falling in love next to my best friends and "the boys". I want to have that happy ending, even if this all started with one drink.

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26. The Difference

((A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been really swamped with homework and haven't really figured out how this story is going to go. I'm thinking about stopping it soon we shall see, but thanks for sticking with me))

 

~Meredith~
"Where's Harry?" my words were getting more and more slurred as the night went on, but the unmistakable tone of worry was the only thing showing now. Irina looked over at me and said, "he went to the bar down the street, said something about the party needing more attractive girls or something like that" she put her newly emptied cup on the island in the middle of the kitchen, "I think he is just crabby because you picked Zayn over him again". I had picked Zayn, but when you say it like that it sounds so bad, but the truth of the matter is that I love Zayn, I mean I love Harry too but with Zayn there is passion and lust, there is history and fights, forgiveness and memories, with Harry it's cute and nice, he is fun but Harry lacks everything that Zayn and I built. 


~Harry~
"Come on darlings we're going to a party", I just have to make it back to Zayn's and then everything will be okay. 


~Irina~
Harry walked in with two blonde girls on his arms laughing and whispering something in their ears. They walked away from him to go grab a drink as Harry scanned the room, for Meredith. She was on the dance floor, which was just as it had been months ago; Zayn's living room with the sofas and chairs pushed up to the sides of the room. The carpet had been rolled up and placed in Zayn's bedroom and smoke was starting to build up inside the house, due to the fact that Zayn's smoker friends were at the party. I walked around opening some windows and letting the cool night air inside. Niall was behind me pushing me towards the dance floor, I found myself facing Meredith and Zayn who were dancing on the outskirts of the circle. Meredith looked at me and raised an eyebrow wondering if Harry was back yet. ((A/N: Irina and Meredith are using american sign language)) I signed yes to her and pointed in his general direction, Mere nodded and signed to me asking if Harry was with anyone, I nodded yes and told her that they were two skinny blondes her face fell slightly. Zayn tightened his grip around her hips and she smiled. I know that Zayn makes her happy, I just wish Harry wouldn't get in the way. 

 

~Harry~
I saw Zayn and Meredith on the dance floor and watched as Irina crossed over to them. In their years of schooling they learned American Sign Language and when they want to talk about something or someone without them knowing they will communicate using signs which bugs the shit out of the boys and I. They were probably talking about me because I saw Irina motion in my direction, the girls came back over to me and started begging to dance. I pulled the hotter one onto the dance floor and told the other to find some guy to dance on. After the first two songs someone played a slow song and Zayn left Meredith to get them some more drinks. I left the girl and walked over to Meredith grabbing her above her hips, "I bet you I'm a better dancer then Zayn is" I raised my eyebrow at her waiting for her to respond by challenging me. Instead she shook her head and said, "Look Harry please stop doing this, drowning yourself in girls and drinks isn't a way to spend your days. You are supposed to be enjoying life not waiting for something that isn't going to happen". I let go of her as Zayn walked back over, "Is there a problem man?" he said putting his hand on my shoulder rather defensively. "Nah man, she is all yours" I kissed Mere on the cheek and walked back over to the girls that I brought over to the party, "Come on girls lets go back to my house".

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