After (Larry Version)

~*Chapter 59*~

I follow Zayn to the kitchen, mentally psyching myself up so I can get through this party. I wanted to go over and curse Harry out, tell him to never speak to me again, slap him and rip Molly's pink hair out of her head. However, he would probably just smirk the whole time, so instead I decide to gulp down the entire cherry vodka sour that Zayn makes me and ask for another. Harry has ruined too many of my nights, and I refuse to be that guy.

Zayn makes me another sour, but when I hold my cup out again a couple of minutes later, he laughs and holds up his hands. "Whoa, slow down, killer. You already drank two!"
"It just tastes really good." I laugh and lick the remaining cherry flavor off my lips.
"Well, let's just take it slow on this one, yeah?"
When I agree, he mixes me up another one and then says, "I think we are about to play another round of Truth or Dare."

What is with these guys and their annoying games of Truth or Dare? I thought people stopped playing those ridiculous games when they were in high school. The pain in my chest returns as my mind goes over all the things Harry and Molly may have already been dared to do tonight.
"What did I miss during the last round?" I ask him with the best flirty smile I can manage. I probably look"

"insane, but he smiles back, so it seems to work.
"Just some drunk people sucking face, the usual." He shrugs. The lump in my throat rises but I swallow it back down with my drink. I give a fake laugh and continue to drink out of my cup as we make our way back to the others. Zayn takes a seat on the floor diagonally from Harry and Molly's spot on the couch, and I sit down next to him, closer than I usually would, but that's the point. Part of me had assumed Harry would have gotten Molly off his lap by now, but he hasn't. So I lean in a little closer yet to Zayn.
Harry's eyes draw to slits, but I ignore him. Molly is still perched on his lap like the whore she is, and Nick gives me a sympathetic smile and glances toward Harry. The vodka is beginning to take its effect as Melanie's turn comes around."

"Truth or dare?" Nick asks.
"Truth," she answers, and he rolls his eyes.
"Pussy." His colorful language never ceases to surprise me. "Okay... Is it true that you pissed in Christian's closet last weekend?" He asks and they all start laughing except me. I have no clue what they are talking about.
"No! I already told you guys that wasn't me!" She groans, making everyone laugh harder. Zayn looks over and winks at me in the middle of the uproar.
I hadn't really noticed before, but, Geez, he is hot. Really hot."

"Louis, you playing?" Nick asks and I nod. I look up at Hardin, who is staring at me. I smile at him, then look back at Zayn . The frown on Harry's face takes a little pressure off my chest. He should feel as terrible as I do.
"Okay, truth or dare?" Molly asks.
Of course she would be the one to ask me.
"Dare," I bravely say. God knows what she will have me do."

"I dare you to kiss Zayn ." A few gasps and chuckles are heard.
"We already know how she feels about kissing people,pick something else," Harry says through his teeth.
"Actually, it's fine." He wants to play, we can play.
"I don't think—" Harry starts to say.
"Shut up, Harry ," Nick says and gives me an encouraging smile.
I can't believe I agreed to kiss Zayn , even if he's one of the most attractive people I have ever seen. I have only really kissed Elijah and Harry I figure Johnny from elementary school doesn't count, especially since he tasted like glue."

"You sure?" Zayn asks. He's trying to act concerned but I can see the excitement in his perfect features.
"Yeah, I am sure." I take another drink, forcing myself not to look up at Harry , lest I change my mind. Everyone's eyes are on us as Zayn licks his lips and leans in to kiss me. His lips are cold from his drink and I can taste the sweetness of the cherry juice on his tongue. His lips are soft, yet hard against mine, and his tongue moves expertly with mine. I feel the heat rising in my stomach, not nearly as hot as with Harry , but it feels so good that when Zayn's hands move to my waist, we both move up to our knees.