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Chapter 11

"Ellie!" Louis said, a grin spreading across his face. He opened his arms, enveloping me in a hug, and we quickly pulled away.

"Louis," I said, rearranging my hand on my cup to get a better grip. "How you been?"

He took a sip from the beer and nodded his head. "I'm good, you?"

"Alright," I looked around the kitchen, noticing all the people had filed out into the living room. "Where's Niall?"

"He's somewhere around here," Louis looked around the room also. "Last time I saw him, he was playing beer pong."

"Oh," I said quietly, looking at the brown liquid sloshing in the cup.

"Are you sure you're okay, Ellie?"

"What are you talking about?" I put a fake smile on my face. "I'm fine, Louis."

He gave a skeptical look and shook his head, turning his gaze to look at the ground. He knew I wasn't okay and had known that ever since that damn party after Harry had left. "You aren't and you know it. Everybody knows it except Harry."

"Harry has nothing to do with this," I spat, narrowing my eyes at Louis.

"Fuck, Ellie, he has everything to do with this," He ran his hand through his shaggy hair and looked around the room once again. "He's the one that made you do all of this shit."

"He didn't do this, Louis," I paused to look at the ground. "I did this to myself."

"He was the cause."

I shook my head, running a hand through my brown, messy hair. "This has nothing to do with him," I started to walk out of the room, until Louis grabbed my wrist, turning me around.

"He doesn't know, Ellie. You need to get your shit together before it turns into something worse," Louis walked away, out of the room with my eyes following his every movement.

Maybe he was right. But, this was my escape. This was how I drowned Harry out and all of the other shit. I had found something to get away from everything, but it was so bad and awful for me. The drugs and alcohol was ruining me, but helping me cope with everything. I hate the way things can feel so good, but can be so horrible. It is fucked up.

Slowly, I walked into the living room, first seeing Niall shirtless as always. I stumbled over to him, feeling the alcohol make its way into my veins and starting to take over. Niall seemed to be in another game of beer pong or still continuing the game from before that Louis had mentioned.

He seemed to be extremely drunk, swaying around the table with red cups. His eyes were red rimmed and as I walked closer to him, I could smell the alcohol all over him. It must have spilled on him, due to him being shirtless, but maybe not. He always seemed shirtless most of the time when I saw him, strangely.

"Niall," I said loudly for him to hear over the music, getting his attention. He looked lost at first, searching for my voice, but as soon as he saw me, a drunken grin appeared across his face.

"Ellie!" He screamed, throwing his arms up in the arm. "Happy 4th of July!" We walked closer to the table, and I noticed all of the cups were empty. "Game's over," Niall spoke again.

"Aw," I pouted, still looking at the empty cups. "I was ready to see you get beat and more wasted," I teased, looking at Niall drunkenly smile.

"In your dreams," He slurred, sitting on the couch and patting the seat beside him. "Join me."

I sat in the seat beside him, scooting over and leaving a large distance between us. "I saw and spoke to Louis."

"Yeah, I saw him too," NIall looked at the other people filling in the small room. The couch wasn't crowded, thankfully, so we could hear each other talk and had enough space. "He was worried," Niall said after a long period of silence.

My head immediately snapped up, noticing how tense he was even though he was in a drunken state. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"He's worried about you, Ellie."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I dryly chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "I'm fine."

Niall had a worried look spread across his face. "Ellie, you know you're not. You're just trying to convince you and the others around you that you're okay."

"Niall, everything is okay. I'm okay."

"Then why the hell are you drinking and getting high every since party you go to? Ever since Harry left, that's what you have been doing," He ran a hand through his blonde hair and scooted a little closer.

In my mind, I was telling myself I was okay. I felt like I was shit, but I kept telling myself the opposite. Niall and Louis were right: I wasn't alright. I was fucking messed up, but I was trying to convince myself all of these lies.

I shook my head and stood up from the couch. A hand grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me from walking away, but I shrugged it off. Quickly, I walked away from the couch, trying to get away from the drunk boy and the drama. I didn't dare turn around to see if Niall had followed or if anyone had seen the dramatic exit.

Before I could get through the door to leave the party, a body bumped into mine and a cold liquid was on my body. It all seemed so fast and in a blur. My head snaps up frantically, trying to see who the dick was that spilled their drink on me.

"I'm so sorry," A voice said around me. I tried looking around the crowds of people that were surrounding me and dancing, but I couldn't find who the hell it was. "Here," A voice said, and I recognized it was the same voice from apologizing moments ago. All of a sudden, I feel a hand gripping my wrist and leading me away from my destination.

I couldn't see the person, and that was what had scared me. The person had a tight grip on my wrist, but it wasn't the type to leave marks. The stranger led me up the stairs, and led me to a door. As they opened the door and cut on the light, I noticed they had led me to the bathroom. I also had noticed that it was a boy, judging from the back of their head.

"I am really sorry," The boy turned around, giving me a full appearance of what they looked like. "I was not looking and was being a complete twat."

The boy had a buzzcut on top of his head. Small, brunette pieces of hair littered his head, and also around his chin. He had a small beard on his face, and his eyes were a vibrant brown. His lips were also a dark pink, and slightly chapped.

"Here," The boy gave me a wet wash cloth, directing to the stickiness of the drink on my arm. He also had one, wiping off his white t-shirt, which now had a small, pink stain at the top of his stomach.

As I wiped off the remains of the unknown sticky liquid, the boy laid his wash cloth on the counter, and spoke. "I'm Liam, Liam Payne," He stuck out his hand for me to shake, which was occupied by wiping my arm, but I quickly set it down in order to shake his hand.

"I'm Ellie," I shook his soft, small hand and let go, putting mine to my side. Wait, Payne.

Payne.

Payne.

Where had I heard that from? Where did that come from? It seemed the only thing on my mind at the moment. I had said or heard that somewhere, but I just couldn't register.

I realized I had just been staring at the Liam, trying to analyze the confusion. Quickly shaking out of my trance, I slowly walked backwards, trying to tell him the idea I was leaving.

"I've got to go," I paused, turning away from the bathroom. "It was nice to meet you, Liam," I immediately scurried away from the bathroom and down the stairs. I thought I heard a mere 'bye,' but I couldn't tell. I just wanted to go home, and that's what I did.

Hiiii! Im kind of back, I guess. I'm still on a semi-hiatus, but I just wanted to update since it has been a week, and I'm not busy and everything.

I'm getting better with my personal life, so hopefully I will be back in a week or two. I haven't wrote much, and I'm kind of on a semi-hiatus right now, but I'll be back soon.

I just wanted to thank all of the people for all of the support. It means the absolute world to me, and I couldnt ask for any other friends. You are all so amazing, and I love you all. Thank you again.
Soon...
-M