The Pen-Pal Project (Larry Stylinson + Niam Horayne)

-Zayn-

my party was going awesome, it was meant to be a small one, but word got out and it had turned into the party of the year! and no alcohol was involved! well so i hoped.

although, a couple of people were giggling a lot more than usual and slurring slightly. which was weird.

'He-hey Zayn' Said a random girl who looked familiar in some way, she was looking nervous

'yes?' I asked frowning

'Chris broke into your cellar. and i think they're taking wine' she replied 

'Oh shit, mum's going to kill me' I said 'Thanks-'

'Rachel, Harry's ex' she smiled at me

'that's right, thanks Rach' i yelled as i ran off towards the cellar, i got to the door and sure enough it was open

'see i knew there had to be alcohol somewhere, but they're hiding it all' came the familiar drawl of Chris' voice. i declined the stairs and saw that there were about seven of them down in the cellar all with a bottle of wine

'you'll have to pay for that' i said crossing my arms, they all jumped and turned around

'what the hell kind of party doesn't have alcohol?' Chris asked

'mine, and as i say, you'll be paying for those, each of those bottles of wine costs about four-hundred pounds, they're vintage' I said raising my eyebrows at them challengingly.

'piss off Malik' Chris said smirking and emptying the bottle over the ground. 

'get the hell out of my house' i said walking over to him and grabbing his arm

'How dare you' He said pointing the now broken wine bottle at me. i stepped away from him

'how dare you' I spat back at him 'come in to my house, and break down my door and drink my dads wine' I growled

'You don't have a dad malik' he smirked, i could feel his words getting to me.

'it's still his wine' i shouted, causing Chris to laugh

'Awh, someone miss their daddy?' Chris said in a baby voice as the rest of the boys laughed the few girls looked at Chris raising their eyebrows.

'How did he die again?' He asked me 'A hit and run wasn't it?' he laughed

'Chris' Gasped one of the girls, she glared at him disgusted before running up the cellar stairs

'what it's tru-'

'don't you dare talk about my dad in my house drinking his wine' I breathed feeling myself loosing it

'it's not like he's going to miss it is he? i mean' he laughed 'He is dead after all' I breathed in deeply before launching myself at him, i got him on the floor and started punching him as much as i could, but two of his friends grabbed me.

I struggled in their grip as Chris stood up

I winced as his fist hit my jaw, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. there was the sound of running foot steps before Chris flew onto the floor, i watched as a head of curls punched him. the remainder of the crowd ran off up the stairs leaving the five of us here

'Harry, look out' i said spitting out blood as i tried to get out of the grip of his groupies. 'B-broken glass'

'Jack, Dave, do your worst' Chris said wheezing from below Harry's weight as harry continued to punch him, then quite suddenly harry was flipped around as my back hit the wall of the cellar

'what the hell do you think you're playing at fag?' Chris growled at harry, i struggled to get free

'Stopping you from being a do-oof' Chris punched harry in the gut

'leave him al-' a hand was clamped over my mouth as a knee collided with my stomach i groaned in pain

'boyfriend sticking up for you i see' Chris laughed picking up the broken bottle, harry gasped 'well let's give him a show shall we?'

'Chris what are you doing?' Jack asked

'making sure they don't screw us around again' Chris said smirking as he grabbed Harry's throat, Jacks grip loosened and i tried to get free

'you're going to kill him!' Jack said as he watched Chris

'if that's what it takes then fine' Chris laughed