chapter thirty-two

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Here it is! The early update I promised because you managed to get the last chapter to 20 comments! You guys are truly amazing, because not only did you get it to 20 comments, but 74!

So, here's a challenge for you. Can we get this chapter to 100 comments by the end of the weekend? I might be a bit too ambitious but I believe in you guys!

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Niall's point of view

I downed another shot with Zayn before I stood up from the couch to head outside. On my way out I grabbed onto Louis' shirt to drag him with me.

"Let's smoke." I told him as he stumbled after me.

He didn't say anything about it. Instead he pulled out his cigarette pack from his back pocket.

"Always prepared." I grinned when he pulled out his lighter as well.

He grinned back and offered me a cigarette. I lit it myself before handing his lighter back to him. Through the window I could see people playing beer-pong and dancing like never before. But I didn't see Sam, and I haven't seen her in the last hour either. It was little after ten, so as long as I find her before midnight it's cool.

"Isn't it weird to think that a year ago I didn't even know Sam?" I said.

"Dude, you didn't even know her half a year ago."

I started to count on my fingers.

"I've only known her for four months? Damn." I chuckled to myself and took a drag on my cigarette.

"I think you should dump her."

I frowned.

"Why? So you can have her?"

Louis shook his head.

"I just have this... feeling that this night might end a whole lot different than what you expected."

The frown remained on my face.

"What makes you say that?"

"Again, I have a feeling."

"Tommo, if you have something to say then just spit it out."

He sighed.

"I shouldn't be the one telling you this, but-"

"Horan!"

Both Louis and I looked over to the door. Andrew was standing there, pointing at me.

"Keep your girl under control."

"What's wrong?" I asked, immediately dropping my cigarette to the ground and walked towards him.

"She's a bit too drunk for her own good." He said as I followed him inside.

He guided me upstairs and into our study room. Sam was lying on her back on the floor, mumbling stuff to Becca, who sat next to her. Becca looked up when we entered the room and she quickly crawled up from the floor.

"You shouldn't be here right now." She told me.

"Why the fuck not? My girlfriend is lying on the floor, and I'm guessing she's not feeling so good."

"She's fine. And you should leave us alone."

I snorted.

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Actually, I can."

She pushed me out the room and locked the door quickly, before I had to chance to barge in again.

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