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"Isn't this great?" Niall asked over the music, about three drinks into the evening.

"Not really." Zayn said, piles of anxiety resting on his shoulders.

"Drink up." Niall told him, able to see he was feeling nervous.

"It's disgusting, I don't want to drink it." Zayn admitted.

He hated alcohol.

"Try a jello shot. Those taste good." Niall suggested.

"I'd have to go into the kitchen and get them." Zayn said, not wanting to leave Niall's side or their spot in the corner.

"Well...come dance with me." Niall suggested, putting his drink down.

Zayn shook his head. "I can't, and I don't like it."

"C'mon Zayn, loosen up, have some fun!" Niall chuckled, taking him by the wrist and trying to pull him into the crowd to dance.

But Zayn quickly pulled away. "No, Niall. I want to leave."

Niall was too tipsy to be considerate.

"Just one more dance then we can go, I guess. It's still early though." He said before disappearing into the crowd.

Zayn sighed, forcing himself to finish what was in his cup.

It burned terribly, but after he had it down he felt a bit less miserable.

"Hey cheekbones!" Leeroy called from where he stood near the stairs.

Zayn looked at him, waving awkwardly.

"Come here!" Leeroy chuckled.

Zayn reluctantly made his way over, smiling a little.

"I never thought I'd see you here." Leeroy said.

"Yeah, I'm here with Niall. He's more the party type. I'm just tagging along." Zayn explained.

"I see. You didn't look too happy over there in the corner." Leeroy said, staring at him with a small crooked smile.

"Um, yeah." Zayn said, not sure how to reply to that.

"You want to get happy?" Leeroy asked, full on smiling now.

Zayn immediately shook his head, assuming Leeroy meant sex.

"C'mon, just come upstairs with me. My friend has the good stuff." Leeroy said.

"What good stuff?" Zayn frowned.

"Okay I just got grinded on we can go now if you want." Niall giggled as he came walking up.

"Hey blondie. Want to come smoke some pot?" Leeroy asked.

"Oh, pot." Zayn realized, feeling dumb. "I'm totally down for that."

Niall, however, was hesitant.

"C'mon." Leeroy said, going upstairs.

Zayn followed, pausing halfway to look down at Niall.

"Aren't you coming?"

Niall swallowed, realizing Zayn was showing interest in something for the first time all evening.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He said, following him.

The three went up to one of the bedrooms where a few guys were sitting around passing a couple blunts.

The smell hit Niall like a train when he walked in, already making him cough.

He watched Zayn immediately fit in, going right in and sitting next to one of the guys, taking a hit.

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