13. Chapter 13
I pulled up to the bar and saw poor Liam throwing up. Louis tried to keep Niall from falling on the concrete. Louis looked okay, but the rest of the boys were pretty drunk and funny to watch. Zayn was talking to a pole, and Harry was singing Call Ne Maybe really loudly.
"You can take this one," Louis said looking at Harry.
"Okay," I said laughing. "Should I drop Zayn off so we each have an equal amount of drunks?"
"If you want?" He said laughing. "Perrie's going to die when she she's Zayn." I drove Zayn home and Lou was right.
"My god!" She laughed. "How much did you drink?"
"I don't remember..." He said drifting off. "3...no 7... 15 maybe?"
"Zayn!" She laughed. "Thank you Elle." She smiled.
"Bye," I got back in the car and herd Harry slur words together like comedy.
"Hey babe?" He asked. "What's your favorite color of the alphabet?" I laughed so incredibly hard. "Mine's triangle."