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Liana never really drunk alcohol. Within her home, and her mother being a model, she was always taught that alcohol was bad for you. Liana was taught that alcohol brings people into blisses of depression and body changes, she was taught that alcohol affected their brains in the worse way imagined and how stupid their decisions could be if they listened to a drunken mind. If only Liana listened to what her mother said. . .
The bass of the basic pounded into the room, sending the floors and walls to vibrate as hundreds of famous bodies danced in the middle of the large hall. Liana mouthed along to the words to a song she recognised from the radio, allowing the cherry-flavoured liquid to spill across her fingers as her body danced with the tune — finally letting herself become free.
In this moment of time, Liana didn't care who was watching. She didn't care who was sat in the corner, or watching afar from on the floor, and judging her. The only thing Liana cared about, right now, was letting herself have fun after months of restrictions and being busy every, single, day. It was something she looked towards to, the after-parties of any event, because she knew it was going to be the best part of the day spent with people she was close with and people who are experiencing the same thing as her.
Suddenly, her dancing stopped when she heard the tune to 'What Makes You Beautiful.' It was definitely a common song, and people sometimes overused it, but it was one of One Direction's most famous song so Liana couldn't help but enjoy it. The first few notes played, Liana realising it was a karaoke version.
Searching through the crowd, her arm linked with her closest friend, Zayn Malik, before she dragged him up onto the stage — celebrities from down below cheering as the two stepped onto the stage together — Liana gave Zayn a microphone, taking one for herself, before the two gave a drunken concert to the fans down below.
Liana couldn't help but laugh, usually, Zayn sounds incredible. However, right now, Zayn was drunk ( and possibly high ) so the sounds of the voices deeply scratched against peoples brains but they didn't care because it was a good song and Zayn was singing it to them all.
"You're a cunt!" Zayn exclaimed after the song was finished and they rushed off the stage. Liana chuckled before they reached the open-bar, grabbing as many drinks as they could together before downing them; instantly. Zayn looked over at Liana before shaking his head, "I can't believe I've just sang One Direction. I left the band for a reason!" Liana couldn't help but laugh loudly, her hands pressed against her stomach as it began to hurt.
The alcohol was doing so much.
"Come on, Z. They all enjoyed it. Plus, who needs One Direction when you've got us? Besides, I'm a better singer than all of you; combined," Zayn raised his eyebrows when he heard Liana say this — the two laughing amongst each other again. That was until, Harry Styles overheard the conversation and decided to join their fits of laughter.
Zayn sat up, awkwardly scratching his arm when he noticed Harry stood besides Liana's chair. After Zayn left, their conversations became to a sudden stop. However, Liana and the entire band of One Direction were friends, so, she kind of kept them together with their friendship because they couldn't disappoint her. Especially when she's done everything to protect them, offer them comfort when they needed it, help them through dark times of being in One Direction together. Liana was there for it all, and didn't shadow away when one of them needed help.
"I won't argue with that, Li. . ." Harry said, Liana turned to face him before nodding her head. Her shaky fingertips grabbed against a glass before she handed it to Harry, "We like to drink with Harry because Harry is our mate. And when we drink with Harry, he gets it done it eight!" Zayn and Liana began to sing before Harry downed the whole pint in under eight seconds, gasping as he pulled away because of the loss of air.
His face twisted into detest: "What was that?!"
Liana and Zayn shrugged their shoulders in response before he moved a seat in between the two, his arm resting on Liana's thigh. Zayn hadn't seem to notice much: the quick glances, the little smirks, the gentle or 'innocent' touching to each other's skin. Zayn hadn't noticed anything besides the call of his name when the crowd heard his popular song 'Pillowtalk' begin to play.
Zayn apologised before standing up and walking towards the crowd. Harry chuckled as they watched him being ripped into the hundreds of drunk people, his frame disappearing in an instant.
"So, you think you can sing better than all of us, Li?" Asked Harry, clinking their glasses together before taking the shot of hard liquor. Liana twisted her face as she felt the alcohol run down into her stomach; warming it but burning her throat. "Shit. . . I mean, yeah, Haz. Why would I be?" Liana lied before Harry shook his head. He had heard her sing plenty of times before, and she wasn't the best at it, at all.
Harry turned away from the crowd, 'Pillowtalk' still playing, his head turned to Liana before she turned to face him.
Liana would be lying to herself if she denied the fact she thought he was ugly, because he wasn't, Harry Styles was beautiful: those large, precious green eyes, the way his cheeks fall into deep dimples whenever he smiled, the small mole besides his lips, the way the tip of his nose moved as he spoke. Liana noticed everything about him, watching as his ring-covered hand ran through his curly, brunette locks.
"Quit staring, Li!" Exclaimed Harry, his speech was slow and accent-filled. Liana smiled before feeling the alcohol hit her head, her hands dragging themselves into Harry's, "Do you wanna dance? Let's dance. I think we should dance."
Harry sighed before he shook his head at Liana, "I should really get going home, Li. I have thousands of things to do tomorrow, and Zayn can keep you company, right?" The two looked out into the crowd before spotting Zayn being completely distracted by others. Shit, fuck, shit. Liana turned away from the sights of Zayn as saw Harry bite his lip, he didn't want to leave her at the party; alone.
"Come with me. . ." Little did they knew, those words were going to change everything.
