dehydrated

in deep shit

"Louis! you're 'ere! Mate I'm telling you- there's some people I'd like you too meet."

Zayn stands in the doorway of his house, the party behind him roars. More people arrive as he speaks too me.

"Styles' here too." I point behind me, at the pavement. He still tries to catch up.

"Why is he so far behind..?" Zayn has a corona in his hand, every two seconds swigging from it.

"We like to race... So, I always win," He runs up the drive, now joining us, "Here he is."

"Hey Zayn," He breathes heavily, catching his breath back.

"Fuck you're slow," I pat his back as he folds over.

"Fuck you're fast." He struggles.

"Well Styles if you don't mind I'm gonna steal Louis for a second-"

Zayn attaches himself to my wrist, pulling me into the house. The bruise remains from the other night, he touches it but doesn't notice.

I grab Harry's arm in responce, securing it tightly.

"Louis? Mate?" He stops turning around in reaction.

"Can Styles come too?" I tug on his blazer sleeve.

"Uhhh- sure. I thought you wanted a boyfriend though? There's some dudes I think you'll like here and you don't want him third wheeling-"

"Shush Zayn, don't shout yeah?" People walk past, into his house.

Last time I did anything this loud about my sexuality I got beaten up. Never again.

"Well how about Styles goes over to Niall, get a drink or two, if you don't hit it off with him then, you can go hang out with Styles and Niall for the rest off the night." He taps his foot impassionately.

"No Styles, no me."

"Okay okay sure, it's gonna be really awkward-"

"No Styles, no me, Zayn."

I keep hold of his arm, not looking back at him.

"Okay calm down, let's go get Louis a boyfriend."

Zayn wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his house.

I feel Harrys fingers tap mine. I look back at him, as he slips his hand into mine.

My first instinct is too pull away, but I let his grasp hold mine. My insides smile as it happens.

Zayn's house looks a lot different with more people in it, what once was an open space, white, clean room is now a crowded, messy people hooking up on the counter tops.

To be fair, it's a great house for a party.

"Okay here he is," Zayn points across the room, a boy stands facing away near the beer table.

"Go over to him at your own pace, my rooms off limits, so is Niall's," He leans in to me and Styles, "Only cause we're in mine. Niall wants to keep his clean. Join us if it doesn't work." He walks away, throwing his beer bottle on the floor as he leaves.

"Fuck no." I turn away from the boy.

Harry spins me back round.

"Just try too make some social interaction mate." He nudges me over too the boy, now only meters away.

"I hate you for this." People around us ignore us, acting as if non-existent. Just how I like it.

I walk over to the boy in the jersey, no number on the back.