Go With The Flow

Chapter 4; Part 1

I let out a laugh. "One Direction is playing and they invited me. It's no big deal, just some kids from school having a bash to 'celebrate' the new school year." She crossed her arms. 

"Will there be alcohol at this party?" she asked me coldly. I winced. My mom hated underage anything, especially drinking. I was right on that boat with her, but she nearly killed anyone who she spotted drinking that was under the legal age of eighteen. Most of the kids at this party were around sixteen, so if there was alcohol, I was certain almost all of them were getting hung. 

Instead of defending the party, I let loose a bored shrug. "If there is, I won't be drinking it," I told her blankly. "Alcohol is nasty."

She gave me a close-mouthed smile, her lips curling up at the edges in a forced gesture of approval. "'Atta girl," she said, patted my head, and walked out. "Have fun, and make sure to spread your knowledge of underage drinking at this party!"

"Don't count on it," I called after her. 

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I stepped out of my dad's car after giving him a kiss, and watched as he sped off down the street. I looked over at this monster of a house just one hundred yards away. Music pounded outside from open doors, windows, and any other crevices it could leak from. It was a typical part atmosphere, several cars lined down the street, random teens loitering outside the house, holding solo cups full of soda or beer. I preferred the former. 

I slowly walked up the stone path to the porch, up the concrete steps, and into the house. 

There were so many people there. 

Girls decked in slutty party dresses lined the walls, and guys in casual jeans and t-shirts drifted along the halls and sat back on the couches, laughing and talking with one another. I saw a few girls who dressed sensibly as I did, though no more than a few. Everyone else was pretty inappropriate. 

I made my way to the lounge, which was where people were supposed to be on the dance floor and One Direction was playing. I sifted through the crowd toward a small stage set up at the front of the large room. It could easily fit a hundred people. 

I plucked a cup of orange soda from a table pushed against the side wall, and walked up to the stage where Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn and Harry were all stationed with a drummer. Niall was tuning a guitar while talking to Liam about something I couldn't hear. He was sitting atop a large amp. I snuck up beside him and slid onto the amp as well, crossing my legs and taking a sip of soda from my cup. I gave Liam a smile and leaned down toward Niall, who was leaning over his guitar. 

"Hey there, blondie," I greeted, ruffling his hair. He glanced over at me before realizing who it was. 

"Oh, hey Ev," he greeted, a smile washing over his face. "It's been a while since I last saw you. You look--" he stopped and looked me up and down. "--so very different. Bu-but in a good way." I laughed at his futile attempt at a compliment.

"When are you guys going to play?" I asked him, taking another sip from my cup. 

"We're due in about ten," he told me. "I'm a bit nervous; we haven't performed at this big a party before. There's gotta be more than a hundred people here." I nodded in agreement. 

"It's really crowded." I agreed, and stood. "Well, I guess I'm going to go look for some point of interest. Good luck, Nialler. Have fun!" I gave him a grin and two thumbs up and walked away after he said farewell and thanked me. 

I slithered around the people dancing wildly to the pumping music. I could smell the alcohol hot in people's breath as I made my way through. It was only nine, and people were already drunk. I squealed as I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and pulled me back against the wall. I was turned and met face-to-face with a brunette with freckles splashed over his cheeks. He was quite cute, but the look on his face was angry and I was sure he was about to hit me over the head with a baseball bat. 

But he doesn't have a baseball bat, I told myself. You sure are an idiot sometimes. 

He leaned in close to me and whispered, "You don't look like the type to come to a party like this." I put my hands on his chest, which was nearly pressed against mine, and pushed him off me roughly. He stumbled backward, yelping surprise. 

"What was that for?" he exclaimed, coming back up in my face. "I hate this place just as much as you. Too bad I live here." He gazed at me, his stare completely sober. I had figured he was another drunk partygoer, but it seemed he hadn't drank a thing. 

Nevertheless, I slipped past him and jogged back to the lounge as the sound of the first beats of One Thing drifted through the house. One Direction wrote their own songs, and they were pretty catchy. I made my way to the front of the dancing crowd, gazing at the five boys fooling around on the small stage while Niall worked on strumming at his guitar. He looked at me a gave me an excited smile. 

Liam began the song softly.

I've tried playing it cool,

But when I'm looking at you,

I can't ever be brave,

'Cause you make my heart race.

People began dancing a tad slower, a tad closer. I looked around the room to see big grins upon the faces of the audience. 

Harry started singing, eyes scanning over the crowd before meeting mine and holding the gaze.

Shot me out of the sky,

You're my kryptonite,

You keep making me weak,

Yeah, frozen and can't breathe.

I felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks. He smirked and turned away as Zayn began his part.

 

 

This chapter was so long that I decided to cut it into two parts. Yeah, pretty much all the action happens in part two, but it's a teensy bit exciting, I suppose. 

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