after l.s version

Chapter 9

 "Let me know if you need anything" he tells me. He is really a sweet guy, why does he hang out with Harry so much?

"Can you help me find Zayn?" I ask him and he starts to laugh. His hand moves up into the air and he points into the next room. I hear my gasp as I spot him. He, along with two other girls are dancing on a table in the living room. A drunk girl climbs up and joins them, her hands gripping Zayns hips. I expect him to smack her hands off but he just smiles and pushes his bottom against him. Oh.

"They are just dancing Louis” Niall smiles and gives a quick laugh at my uneasy expression. They are not just dancing they are groping and grinding each other.

"Yea.. I know. " I say even though its not as casual to me. Me and Lauren haven't even danced that way before and we have been dating two years. Lauren! When I pull my phone out I have three messages from her.

*You there Lou?

*Hello? You okay?

*Louis? Should I call your mom? I am getting worried.

I dial her as fast as my fingers will allow, praying that she hasn't called my mom yet. She doesn't answer but I text her assuring her that I am okay and please not to call my mother. She will lose it if she finds out I am at a party at a fraternity house, my first weekend of college.

"Heyyyy.. Louis!” Zayn slurs as he walks into the kitchen. His arm wraps around mine and he leans his head on my shoulder. "You having fun at this party?" He giggles. He is obviously beyond wasted. " I think I need.. the room is starting to spend Lou.. I mean spin" he laughs and his body lurches forward.

“He is going to get sick" I tell Niall and he puts him over his shoulder.

"Follow me" he says and heads upstairs. We go to a room upstairs and he opens the door, a bathroom. Of course when I needed one I couldn't find it. He places him on the floor by the toilet and he immediately begins to vomit. I look away. After more vomit than I can handle, he stops and Niall hands me a towel.

"Take him to the room across the hall and lay him on the bed. He is going to need to sleep it off" He says and I nod. I can't leave him here alone, passed out. "You can stay in there too" he says, seeming to read my mind.

"Thank you" I tell him and he smiles and leaves the bathroom. I manage to get him up off the floor and help him walk across the hall, the door opens to a bedroom. My eyes immediately go to the book shelves covering one of the walls. I gently lay a groaning Zayn onto the bed and walk over to the books. I scan through the titles and I am impressed by the owner of this collection, there are many classics, including all of my favorites. I grab Wuthering Heights and pull it off the shelf. It is in bad shape, the pages showing how many times it has been read.

"Why the hell are you in my room?" An angry voice booms. I know that accent by now. It's Harry.