I have lost Emma for the third time tonight, roaming around the large exspanse of this rendom house. I just hope that she's not doign anything she's not supposed to, or no one has gotten to her. I circle the house a third time and I finally see her, leaning agianst the railing of a staircase and-Zayn?
"Hey." He says as I join them.
"Hi." They exchange looks and she presses the rd cup to her lips, licking the pink liquid from the the top of her lip.
"Want one?" I shakle my head, I want to pull the cup from her hand. tell her she's had enough but I choos against it. I'd rather she enjoy herself before I have to leave again in the morning, I just hope that she's not going to ruin the rest of her life at this party.
"Are you okay?" Zayn asks and I nod.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Just bored."
"No I mean from later today. Are you okay, did he do anything." My lips are still so raw from his lips but I don't dare tell him that we kissed again, I don't want to hurt Zayn. Zayn's the one person I do care for, more than I should in the 6 days that I've known him.
At the sight of Zayn's eye's I expect to see Harry waltzing through the sea of half naked college students but as I see the blonde stature that is Alex my stomach drops.
"Why is he here?"
"This is house but didn't know he was going to come looking for me or I wouldn't have-"
"No, it's nothing you could have prevented."
"Can you call a cab?" He asks me and I nod. I know Emma feels just as I do when it come to Alex. I mean after all he did drug her and leave her wallowing in pain for the whole day while he ran some errands.
"Sorry, Zayn." He nods with such understanding and I smile, walking away. Emma's face lights up as she takes in the long red scar running down his face.
"You really did kick his ass. Didn't know you had it in you." She smiles knocking against my hip.
"Well, he is psycho."
"Norie." His voice breaks through our small conversation. "Can I talk to you?" His hand grips around my wrist and I watch as Zayn sets his cup down on the railing.
"No you can't." I tell him.
"Let's just have a drink and talk?"
"Let her go." Zayn speaks as I tear my hand free from his.
"I just want to talk. To apologize to both of you." He jerks his head toward Zayn. "He can come to." I don't know why, but I nod. Maybe it's due to Zayn's smile at me or the need to know what he would do such a thing or the curiosity brewing inside my head or maybe the need to be-stupid.
We follow him thorugh the room until he reaches the kitchen and he grabs two red cups from the counter and pours the blue liquid that everyone has been drinking all night into them, directing us further through the house to the stairs. When we finally reach the room he closes the door and sits.
"So?" Emma snaps.
"I'm really sorry, Emma," He starts in. "I didn't think about it until a few days ago but I truly am sorry." he smiles. "And Norie you should apologize to me, I mean look at my damn face." I cross my arms and look at Zayn who's eyeing every movement he makes.
"Apologize to you? I don't think so."
"Of course." he laughs and shoves the up in my hand and hands Emma hers. I hesitate before putting it to my lips and tipping it down my throat recognizing the warm burn, before it hits my stomach. I miss the feeling to be honest, soon I won't have to think about anything going on in my life. I can forget about him, I can enjoy myself and now I can leave. I stand up and Zayn stumbles to the same thing.
"Well thanks for nothing I spit. I enjoyed your asshole-ness, but I have to go." Emma stands and walks behind me and we follow Zayn out of the room.
"I want another drink. Come on let's go." I tell Zayn pulling him downstairs into the kitchen and sit on the counter while he pours me another drink. 4 cups in I can barley walk, everything looks blurry and it's hard to focus on Zayn's words as the slur, his lips are becoming fuzzy like caterpillars and I take a hand to pet them.
"Norie. what are you doing?" He laughs, pulling my hand back.
"Is it supposed to feel like this?" He raises a brow and helps me from the couch.
"Zayn where are we going?" I press a hand against his chest, feeling the stiff muscles underneath, all toned and amazing. "Zayn, your not speaking. what's wrong." He ignores me and brings me through the house, in pursuit of someone, but I just don't know yet.
"Norie's with Alex." I say to bring what I just heard into my own words. What the fuck are they doing, whatever he's up to it can't be good. He likes to play girls and I already know he's planning something with her. I mean look at her. I consider telling Liam and seeing if he wants to tag along but that will just take more time and right now I don't have it. I pull out of the parking spot and speed down the street to the nearest merge.
She's in trouble Harry.
It's all your fault.
Fuck!! I slam my hands down on the steering wheel and press my foot further down onto the gas. Why do I have to be an half an hour away during a fucking time like this? Without any hesitation I pull out my phone and dial Louis. I know he's in England but I need someone to talk to.
"Harry? You alright?" I swallow.
"Yeah, I'm fine." No, your not. "Norie is-"
"She's what? what's going on?" I hear the faint click of the lamp being turned on and I feel so shitty for waking up him with my problems.
"I shouldn't of called."
"No, you should. Tell m what's wrong."
"I think Norie's in trouble." He sighs, leaving me in this small space with my thoughts.
"I'm hoping on the next plane, I'll see you then." He hangs up and I throw my phone on the passenger seat and drive faster and faster until I'm sure I'm going to get pulled over.
This house seems so evil when you think of what's happening inside, she's in there. She's suffering or...I can't think about that. I push open the door and rush through the crowd heading to the back door where I know they will be.
"Where is she?" I yell, throwing a chair out of my path. Alex smiles and stands.
'You looking for Norie?"
"Who the fuck else would I be looking for?" I notice the blue and purple mark across his cheek and I can't happen to think maybe someone got to him before me.
"Where the fuck is she Alex?"
"Don't you want to hear what happened?" What the fuck.
"You don't want to hear about the way we fucked? Or...are you too sensitive for that?" I grab him by him collar and slam his against the side of the house.
"This is not the fucking time."
"But it is. I think Zayn took her home now. She's probably sucking his dick-." The red washes over me and the next think I feel is my hands wrapping around his neck.
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