Go With The Flow

Chapter 4; Part 2

"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked him, exasperated. It felt as though all the air had been beaten from my lungs. I glanced back at Niall, who was staring off in nowhere in particular. 

"I think a better question would be what are you doing," he yelled in my face, pulling me along behind him as he led me somewhere where there were a lot less people. My face flushed as I realized he was now gripping my hand. 

Stop being so stupid, I told myself. He's mad at you. Nothing else.

"I don't understand," I said back after a few moments of silence between the two of us. He gave me quite possibly the hardest, angriest look he had ever given before driving me into a wall and placing his hands over my shoulders. 

"Are you kidding?" he growled. "You're my ex-girlfriend! I was trying to rekindle our relationship to at least be friends again and you go and start making out with my best friend? You know how stupid and thoughtless that is?" I shrugged loosely, turning my head away. His steely gaze made me want to fall to the floor and die. 

"First of all, I didn't kiss him, he kissed me. Second, we weren't maming out, and third, why the hell do you care? You shouldn't have to worry about something that is none of your business!" I paused, watching his face for a reaction. It still held all the passion it did before, like he wasn't going to drop the subject. "I don't want to be friends with you, Harry, not after what you did. You think just because you're a charmer and handsome and funny that you can win anybody over? I've known you for seven years and it's going to take a lot more than that to ever get me back. You sort of broke my heart and stuff. I don't care if you buy me a freaking house, it's not going to change the fact that I'll never look at you the same."

My breathing was extremely heavy as I finished. I had let out six months worth of feelings that had been kept up in a cage inside of me, and it actually felt good. Like a fifty pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. 

"You ask me why I care," he said slowly, his forehead pressed to the wall beside my head. His chin was barely rested on my shoulder. "I care because... why does it matter why I care? You just shouldn't kiss other guys. It's not your thing." His voice had fallen to a murmur and it send chills through my body. I felt as though I was being seduced, and I didn't like it.

"And why's that?"

"I said 'it's not your thing,'" he whispered. "Just don't do it."

"I don't get your reasoning, Harry--"

"Shut up!" he flung himself off the wall and then toward me, making an involuntary squeak come out of my mouth. 

Well, before it was closed over by his lips. 

I stood there, stiff as a board as he cupped my face with his hands and kissed me passionately. I felt like dying, right then. Three guys had tried to kiss me that night and two had succeeded. What did that say about me? 

Time slowed all around us and it was the worst feeling I had ever had before. But still, it felt right again. The feelings Harry were giving me were just... mixed. Melted together in a pot of feelingness. 

He pulled away from me, which gave me the room to cover my mouth with my hand to keep myself from either crying in frustration or puking in disgust with myself. I had come to this party to support One Direction, and where had it led me? Wanting to die. 

I scuttled away from Harry and toward the door, where I met face-to-face with the devil. 

Melanie. 

She had the ugliest of all looks on her face. She was gripping a red solo cup in her hand tightly, peering down into its contents with that horrible look. "Are you leaving?" she asked sweetly, still with  the look on her face. I managed a nod, but not much else as I tried to slip past her. "Then you might want a parting gift on your way out." She held the cup above my head and poured it down my face and dress. The disgusting taste of vodka nipped at my tongue as loose drops slipped into my mouth. 

I didn't bother standing there making a further fool of myself. I pushed past her and numerous other laughing partygoers, and out the door. Dark clouds had rolled in overhead, meaning there would be pouring rain. I cursed every deity I could think of as I rushed down the pavement toward what direction I thought my house was in. 

Friday Night, 11 PM;

And there I sat, on that concrete bench, letting tears slip from my eyes like a child. I couldn't give a proper guess as to how long I had sat there and wept; time seemed to slow and quicken every so often. 

I managed to gather myself enough that I could stand up. I began walking down the sidewalk once again, passing dark houses and cars. 

Wait, what's that noise? 

I looked all around myself and sure enough there was a car driving down the street slowly. It stopped on the side of the road near where I was standing. 

All of the signs in my head should have pointed to run for your freaking life, but I was actually relieved. There was someone with a warm car, right here, maybe willing to drive me home. 

But I didn't move for some stupid reason. I just stood there, frowning at this car, waiting for nothing in particular. At least, until the driver's door opened and out stepped a figure I couldn't quite see in the darkness. They rushed toward me and suddenly grabbed my shoulders. 

I narrowed my eyes to see who this mysterious person was.

"Niall?" I had made out his blonde hair and the lines of his face well enough to take a guess at who it was. 

"Evelyn, are you okay? What happened to you? I was looking for you after Harry had took you away, but I couldn't find you. Did he do something? Why the hell do you smell like vodka?" he continued to string questions at me, none of which I answered. I put my hand over his mouth to stop him from talking.

"Just please take me home," 

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And there you have it! Part two of chapter 4. I still feel like I'm not completely fufilling my job as a writer with this story, but I like the passage it's taking. 

You know, now that I look back at it, I should have just kept it as one chapter, hahaha. 

Well, thanks for reading! It means a lot!

- Zoe