Chapter 9

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"I'm done you can look at yourself in the mirror" Hanna says very proud of herself

I turn back to the mirror. I look absolutely... stunning. The make up she did is very natural which gives the impression that I'm not wearing to much makeup but I look different in a good way. She curled my hair and attached some strands with a hairgrip. For my clothes she chose one of my favorite jacket that I bought last year ( a black one with golden glitters on the shoulder pads ), a white silk t-shirt and a black slim with my usual black heels.

"You don't like ? " she worries

"Han' it's... I look beautiful it's amazing thank you so much" I stutter

"Of course you do ! You're stunning " she smiles just before the interphone rings

"He's here, let's go honey" I say and we join him downstairs

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It's almost eleven now so we decide to go to a club.
The party was in full swing. Louis and Liam are very drunk, as usual.
I tried to talk to Liam but I figured out that it was useless when I asked him "How are you Liam ?" and he answered "Yes Liam, how are you ?"
As for Harry, he's nowhere to be found. And Hanna is chatting with Niall and Zayn.
As I go to the bathroom, I hear someone sobbing in the corner of the corridor.

"Is everything okay? " I can't help asking.
No answer. It's very dark and there is a lot of noise coming from the other room. I step closer

"Are you okay ?" I repeat. This is probably none of my business but I can't stand seeing people feeling bad.
The guy raises his head. It's Harry. Immediately he wipes his cheeks. His eyes are flushed.

"Hey Charlotte. Mm... So... Are you having a nice time ?"

"Yes but that doesn't seem to be your case. What's wrong ?"

"Nothing it's okay. The alcohol has made me sad. Don't worry" he fakes a smile

I don't know if I should insist or give up. I know it's not only the alcohol.

"Okay... If you need to talk, or not to talk, you know I'll always be there." I try to comfort him.

"Thanks I appreciate. Anyway let's go back to the party and have some fun"

He forces a smile and grabs my hand to lead to towards the boys and Hanna at our table.

"What's all this ?" I ask pointing at the table full of cocktails.

"This is what some fans in the club offered us. So we'll have to drink it"

"We're not going to drink all this. It's too much" I counter

"It makes two drinks for each one of us. Have a taste this one is really good " Liam holds a pink cocktail out to me.

I've already had two drinks and I usually don't drink more because I hate having a hangover the next morning and also because alcohol always makes me exhausted for the rest of the evening and I always end laid down on the floor, sleeping.
I finally grab it and starts drinking as the others do the same.

"Mine is delicious" Hanna says "I don't know what it is but I really like it"

"Mine too actually. Maybe I will order another" I add, which surprises everyone.

"Take Louis'. He's already too drunk, it wouldn't be reasonable to let him drink his last cocktail"

"Same for Liam. I will take his" Harry grabs his glass

"We'll all end up waisted" Louis laughs.

"You are already waisted Loulou" Niall chuckles and gently nudges him.

We decide to go dancing, leaving Liam and Louis, too drunk to do whatever it is.
The music is very loud and the lights are blinding. The alcohol starts to run through my veins and I unleash on the dance floor with Han'. I am elsewhere, I'm not aware anymore of what is going on. I just keep dancing with the others who look as disconnected from reality as I am.
Suddenly Zayn pushes me to Harry who catches me up into a hug me. Drunk Harry is always very affectionate and cuddly. But then he puts his hand under my chin and stands back up my head. His calm and wide green eyes meet mine for a second before he leans into me and presses his lips on mine. They taste like cherry, probably because of the cocktail he drunk. Normally I would have pushed him back, because I'm not that kind of girl kissing boys at parties but I'm too drunk to resist him and instead I run my hand through his hair and kiss him back.

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