this is where the real plot starts
When Louis came back downstairs there were even more people cramping up the house and she was starting to feel claustrophobic. She had made a plan to stick to Liam all night and maybe even allow herself a shot of what was best (she needed to consult Barbara on that).
However, she knew that wasn’t going to be possible the moment she saw her sticking her tongue down Niall’s throat in the corner of the living room.
If Louis was being honest, she wanted someone to snog too, her boyfriend probably. She’d just always wondered what people liked so much about making out, why everyone said it was fun.
She made a promise to herself to ask Elliot if he was up for it the next time she would see him, which would probably be this Sunday at church.
The living room was packed with people she didn’t even know, or recognize for that matter, dancing, drinking and kissing. She had no clue what music was playing, something about running the town tonight.
“Let’s get a drink.” She suggested to Liam, because the best thing to do at a party when you didn’t know what to do with yourself was to get a drink.
They made their way into the kitchen, which wasn’t as occupied and cramped as the living room, thank god.
She saw Zayn leaning against the counter, sharing a joint with some other guy that Louis found totally irrelevant.
“Uh… where can I get some water?” she found herself asking Zayn, who shot her a look like she had said the stupidest thing in the world.
“Water?” Zayn asked smirking, even though she wasn’t looking at Louis, she was looking at Liam. “What are your names?”
“I’m Liam and this is Louis.” Liam answered quickly, and Louis shot her an incredulous look, because Liam was actually blushing and she never really talked to strangers, she was more of the shy type.
“Liam.” Zayn repeated, and Louis had a déjà vu from last night, when Harry had repeated her name.
“Would you like some water too, Liam?”
“Uh, I’d like a beer please.” Liam answered, as if Zayn was a bartender.
“Okay, then.”
Zayn handed the guy next to her the joint and sent him off before she turned around to get two red cups out of the plastic bag.
She filled one with Stella Artois and the other one with plain water, then handed them their cups.
“See you around.” She said, looking at Liam rather than Louis, before she walked away.
“She’s flirting with you.” Louis told Liam as soon as they were left alone.
“What? No, she isn’t. Is she?”
“Does it matter? She’s a girl, Liam. You’re a girl- wait. Are you… you’re not gay, are you?”
Liam shrugged and Louis’ eyes widened.
“How would you even know? You never kissed anyone!”
“I kind of always preferred Mrs. Green rather than Mr. Ridge, or any other male teacher for that matter. But please don’t judge me Louis, only Barbara knows.”
Louis frowned, not really sure how she felt about her best friend just coming out to her. If she came to it, she’d always preferred Mrs. Green, the young French teacher, rather that Mr. Ridge. But… that didn’t mean anything, did it?
Am I just having my gay freak-out? I have a boyfriend for God’s sake! Being gay is wrong.
I need a proper drink.
But Zayn was gone and she didn’t really know her way around the kitchen, or what drinks she should and shouldn’t mix together, how much was too much.
“So you want to… ’hook up’ with Zayn?” Louis asked, still shocked and feeling weird.
“I mean… she is hot, but… she’s much more experienced and she would never go for someone like me.”
Louis didn’t add anything to that; instead she made a mission for himself to find Zayn and ask her to tell her the strongest drink she could drink loads of without falling into an alcoholic coma.
They made their way back into the living room, but the first thing her eyes fell on was Harry making out with a blonde haired guy whose lap she was straddling. Louis scoffed at the guy.
So Harry liked both girls and boys…
“I really need a strong drink.” She told Liam and Liam looked around, nodding towards Zayn, who was now talking to muscular guy with a lot of tattoos and no hair by the door. They saw her hand him some money, before she was handed a few small bags filled with what must’ve been sugar powder.
The muscular guy placed a hand on Zayn’s shoulder after they traded, and told her something before he left, closing the door behind him.
Zayn smirked satisfied and turned around to walk back into the living room, shooting a wink in their direction as she passed them. She tapped Harry’s arm, who pulled away from the guy and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and smiled, before Harry stood up from his lap and followed him to the couch.
Zayn cleared the couch of the couples that were close to having sex, and sat down with Niall, Barbara, the guy she had shared a joint with, Harry and the guy.
She spread the contents of her pocket on the table; five small white packs, her cigarettes and her lighter. Liam and Louis were watching them, and they probably seemed really weird just staring at them, but they didn’t have anything better to do and Louis wondered if she had done well by coming here.
Harry looked up at the two of them and grinned, patting the empty spot next to her, just enough for Liam and Louis to fit there. Liam sat down first, which meant that Louis didn’t have to sit next to Harry.
“Fuck, I have no bills left. Does anyone have a five pound note?” Zayn asked as she searched her pockets.
“I do.” Louis found herself saying. Everyone turned to look at her. “Upstairs. In, uh, my bag.”
“Can you bring like… six? Or seven. You don’t want to snort cocaine, do you?” Zayn said and Louis’ eyes widened.
So it wasn’t sugar, it was an illegal drug. Holy shit.
“Uh. Yeah. I can.”
She sat up and before she could walk away, Zayn asked her to bring a credit card too, God knows what for.
If they’re planning on robbing me, I’ll scream, Louis thought as she opened her wallet with shaky hands and pulled out the three hundred pound notes, four fifty pound notes, then grabbed her Visa card (the one with the least money on it) and went back downstairs.
When she got back to the couch, Liam was now sitting between Zayn and the blonde guy, which meant that Louis would end up sitting next to Harry after all.
She sat down next to her and placed the items she had gotten from her wallet on the table.
“Holy fuck, I’ve never seen so much money in my entire life.” Harry said and the blonde guy laughed, even though it wasn’t really necessary. And besides, he had that kind of laugh that Louis absolutely hated; the loud one that was supposed to belong to a goat rather than a person.
Everyone except for Louis got a note and after she made it clear that she wanted the money back, Zayn opened pack after pack, spreading the white powder onto the table.
Louis didn’t want anything to do with this; she didn’t like the idea of illegal drugs being literally a meter away from her. What if cops busted the party? They would all end up in jail, and even though Louis knew her father would get her out the minute she was thrown in a cell, she was sure that her parents would murder her.
So it was better if she just watched, she liked watching, observing. Liam also had a bill in her hand, but she didn’t know what to do so she just followed Zayn’s lead. They rolled up the bills and waited for Zayn to separate the cocaine with Louis’ credit card in fine lines.
Zayn was the first one to bend down with a finger pressed against the left side of her nose and the rolled bill against his right nostril. She then proceeded to move her head up the table and inhale the whole line of coke in one go.
Everyone followed then, and the atmosphere changed to a much looser, lazier one, filled with laughter and irrelevant chatter.
Louis saw Harry’s pupils dilate as soon as she finished a line, before she leaned over to press his lips to the blonde guys’. It didn’t last long because he pulled away to do another line, and that’s when Harry diverted his attention to Louis.
“So no boyfriend tonight? You broke up or something?”
Louis shot her an annoyed look.
“No. He just… he wasn’t invited.”
“He wasn’t? I thought you loved him.”
“I do!” Louis argued and Harry shook her head, laughing.
“You’ll probably love him more once he fucks you. Or are you still waiting until marriage?”
Louis blushed and ignored her.
“Want a try?” Harry changed the subject, dark green eyes staring into Louis’.
“No, thanks.”
“Come on, just one. You’ll love it, I promise.”
Louis’ eyes fell on Liam, who was just doing her second line of coke with Zayn’s lusty eyes watching over her. She then nodded, and Harry smirked, handing her, her rolled bill and arranging a line for Louis.
“Okay, now bend down and do the same thing I did, but in one go.”
Louis was about to do just that, but she froze when Harry’s hand came up to grip into the back of her neck. They didn’t break eye contact when Harry guided Louis’ head down and she didn’t remove her hand, not even when Louis finished snorting the crack and sat back up.
She could feel her mood change as she slipped in a state of euphoria, and leaned back against the couch because she wanted to look around the room and watch people out of a sudden.
Everyone had different reactions to the drug; Barbara and Niall were laughing about something that was definitely less funny than they made it out to be, the blonde guy started to get depressed and complain about her life- and. Okay. Zayn and Liam were making out.
Like, literally making out. Tongue and everything. Louis watched them in awe, not believing her own eyes. This couldn’t be happening.
Louis felt strange… jealous, actually. Why would she be jealous? Was she jealous because Liam had actually gotten more from Zayn that she’d gotten from Elliot in these past five years? Most probably.
But she was too proud to admit it. And they were both girls, that was a sin and Louis was not about to step over God’s word.
A hand on her thigh interrupted her from her thoughts and she looked up to see Harry staring at her, eyes darker than before and lips slightly parted.
“Didn’t you say you needed a strong drink?” Harry asked and Louis nodded automatically, eyes not leaving Harry’s lips for some reason.
“Come with me.”
Louis’ eyes snapped up to Harry, who was now standing up and walking towards the kitchen. She followed the taller girl and stopped right next to her.
“What do you want?”
“Uh… something that tastes good.”
“What?” Harry asked, and started laughing. “Louis, you don’t drink alcohol because of its taste, you drink it to get drunk. If you want something that tastes good, I can get you mango juice.”
Louis pulled her lips into a thin line and Harry got a red cup from the bag, then wrapped her freakishly long fingers around a can of beer.
“You ever drank beer?”
“No.” Louis admitted, a bit ashamed.
“Have you ever actually tried alcohol? And wine and champagne don’t count.”
Louis shook her head and Harry snorted, which made Louis angry because once again, Harry was making fun of her and thinking that she was better than Louis. Which was far from the truth.
“Drink it, it won’t hurt.”
“But isn’t it like… doesn’t it make you get a big belly?” Louis asked and wished she hadn’t, but that’s what her dad always told her; that drinking beer makes people bloat and get fat stomachs.
Harry frowned before she smirked (that’s all she ever seemed to do; smirk like an asshole) and pulled up her white tank top, revealing her toned stomach and-oh God. Louis could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and she was extremely jealous and suddenly insecure, because all she had was a flabby tummy she had tried to get rid off for the past two years.
Harry looked down at her own body before letting go of her tank top.
“I don’t think so.”
Louis tugged on her shirt self-consciously and took the cup out of Harry’s hand before taking a sip. It wasn’t that bad, but she wouldn’t classify it in his top 5 favorite drinks either.
“See? You didn’t die, did you?” Harry mocked and Louis turned around, leaving her there.
She didn’t know what happened or whose idea was it exactly, but she ended up in a circle on the floor between Niall and Liam, an empty bottle of Vodka between the twenty people in the circle. They were apparently playing a game called ‘Spin the Bottle’, but she’d never heard of it in her entire life.
However, once Niall explained it to her, Louis knew she didn’t want anything to with this game because she’s never properly snogged anyone in her entire life, and they’d all laugh at her.
Oh, and I’m loyal to my boyfriend of course.
The last thing she needed was having these poor kids laughing at her inexperience. They had experience, she had money, so Louis thought that she was winning this battle nonetheless.
And because God hated her for unknown reasons, the first spin landed on her, then the second on that blonde guy Harry had been kissing.
“Uh… I can’t play-I-I have a boyfriend.” She said and everyone rolled their eyes, groaning and telling her that he would never find out.
Louis had never been good under pressure, so she leaned against her palms, on her knees, in the middle of the circle so she could press a short kiss to his lips.
When she sat back down, she saw Harry (who was sitting next to Niall) stare at her while biting her lip, and Louis realized that she’d probably given Niall and also Harry a full view of her arse. Her cheeks turned pink and hoped that they wouldn’t change their minds about her, just because she had a fat bum.
Since when do I care what a couple of poor kids think about me?
The next round was Niall and a boy named Josh, and Louis was surprised to see that Barbara didn’t even mind, actually cheering them on. Harry kissed Zayn, Liam kissed a girl that Louis had never seen before, two people also kissed, Niall and Harry and then Liam and Barbara.
It was Barbara’s turn to spin and it landed on Harry, who sucked on her bottom lip for a bit before spinning. It landed between Liam and Louis, so Louis moved further away from the bottle, but Niall kept her in place, telling her that she couldn’t cheat this game.
But Louis couldn’t kiss a girl… what would everyone think of her? What if anyone told Elliot? Or her parents?
He couldn’t kiss a girl, especially Harry.
“I’m not gay.” She said and everyone laughed.
“Everyone’s a little gay, mate.” Niall told her and Harry was already shifting closer, pursing her lip in a mocking manner.
Louis was about to protest again, but she suddenly heard someone shouting, then sirens further down the street.
“COPS!” a girl yelled and everyone immediately stood up, people already starting to clear out.
Louis was panicking and it was getting harder for her to breathe. The living room was cleared in a matter of seconds, red cups scattered all over the floor, leftover weed still on the table.
“Move!” Harry told her just as the cops pulled over in front of Niall’s house. Zayn grabbed the drugs from the table and stuffed them into her back pocket, before she took Liam by the wrist and pulled her after herself. Everyone seemed to be getting out the back, so when Harry pushed Louis in that direction, she obliged, quickly following Liam.
They exited the house the moment the police opened the door to find an empty house. Louis’ eyes widened when she saw that they had to climb the fence in order to not get caught. She couldn’t climb, she had new jeans on and she didn’t have enough muscle but she still tried to grip into the cement wall and hoist herself up after Liam.
She yelped when someone’s strong hands gripped into her hips and practically threw her over the wall as if she weighed nothing. The last thing she saw were two policemen pinning Harry against the wall, making her hold her hands to the back of her neck.
Louis felt like shit because Harry had literally saved her from getting arrested and took the fall for her instead.
She waited together with Zayn, Liam, Niall and Barbara behind some big bushes for the police to drive away.
“What are they going to do to her?” Louis asked Zayn when they returned to the house that was now empty.
“They’re taking her into custody until her mom bails her out.”
“And when is that?”
Zayn shrugged. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time she’s been arrested. She’ll be alright.”
Louis was speechless.
When they finished cleaning up the house, they sat down on the couch and despite the things that had happened just a few minutes ago, Zayn still pulled out the weed.
“It’s not the first time cops busted one of our parties. It wouldn’t actually be a party without the police.” Niall explained as Barbara lit his joint.
Zayn’s phone rang, and she took it out of her pocket.
“Yeah? Hi mate. How much? Holy fuck. Okay. What? Uh… tomorrow, I guess. I don’t know. Okay. Bye.”
Zayn dropped her phone on the table and looked at Niall.
“That was Harry. They set her bail at ten thousand pounds.”
“What? That’s insane. They never set that much.”
“What?” Louis asked surprised.
“They usually bail him out at two hundred or three hundred pounds, which is pretty easy to get in a week. But ten thousand? That’s insane, her mum doesn’t have that much money.”
“She doesn’t even know she’s in jail.”
Louis stared at them for a second, before she bit down on her lip.
“Where’s the nearest ATM machine?” she asked and everyone looked at her surprised.
“Why?”
“I’m going to bail her out.”
“Whoa, that’s-“
“She got arrested because she had to help me, so I think I owe her that much.”
“You don’t owe her ten thousand pounds, though.” Zayn said.
“That’s alright.” Louis found herself saying. When did she get so generous? Maybe the moment Harry had saved her from a lifetime of punishment from her parents.
“It’s right next to the police station- I can, I can call you a taxi.” Niall suggested and Louis nodded, before she went upstairs to get her Burberry coat and wallet.
She still couldn’t believe what a night she’d had. More happened in a span of four hours than in her seventeen years of existence. And now she was taking a taxi. Sitting on a seat that a lot of people had sat on before her.
She paid the driver more than she needed to before she got out of the taxi and walked over to the ATM machine. She got ten thousand pounds in cash from her Visa card (her last money for this month on that card), before she made her way up the stairs of the police station.
Louis couldn’t believe that she was actually in a police station. She walked over to the front desk.
“Uh… I’m here to bail out Harry?”
“Harry Styles?”
“Uh… I think so?”
“Are you Zayn Malik?” the officer asked as he pulled out a sheet of paper.
“Um. No.”
“Then who are you?”
“I’m… Louis.”
“Louis and?”
“Louis… Malik.” She said in a panic. If she’d give out her real name, maybe her father would find out.
“You need to fill out this form.”
She was handed a sheet of paper. All she had to do was write down her name, birth date and address.
“You’re eighteen, right kid? Because you can’t bail out someone if you’re a minor.”
“Yeah-yeah, I’m eighteen.” Louis stuttered before changing her birth date and handing the sheet back.
“Where’s the money?”
“Here.”
She handed over the hundred bills, and after the officer put them through the machine that counted money, he asked Louis to follow him. With unsure steps and hands in her coat, Louis did.
She was taken through a dimly lit hallway that look severely unsanitized, before they stopped in front of an iron cell.
“You’re out, Styles.” The officer said.
Harry was sitting on the small bed in the corner, staring at her shoes. She looked up and her eyes fell on Louis, surprise written clearly on her face.
“Louis?”
The officer opened the cell and Harry stepped out, still surprised but smirking now.
“So how come you came to bail me out?” Harry asked her a few minutes later when they were waiting for a taxi.
“Well… it’s not like I wanted to. I was kind of obligated to, since you saved me from getting caught.”
“No thank you?”
“I should ask you the same thing.” Louis replied and Harry nodded.
“Fair enough.” Harry laughed.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“What? You going to offer me your coat?”
“No way.” Louis said and Harry shook her head. “So where are you going now? Should I drop you off at your house?”
“Uh, yeah.”
So Harry told the taxi driver her address first, then Louis Niall’s address. She couldn’t help but stare at Harry’s house when the cab stopped.
It was quite small and seemed cramped, just like the other identical brick houses that went up the street, literally taped to each other.
“Thanks, mate.” Harry said before she got out of the cab.
Louis watched her walk up to her door, before she took his keys out and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She wondered how Harry’s mother would react to the fact that Harry had been arrested again and that she always came home so late at night.
But then again, it wasn’t any of her business.
She ended up sleeping over at Niall’s house, sharing a bed with Liam while Zayn took the couch. She’d asked Barbara not to post any pictures of her on her Instagram the next morning, because she didn’t want anyone to know that she’d been out, especially Elliot or her parents.
Louis didn’t fall asleep easily that night; she lied awake on her side of the bed, thinking about the night she’d just had. It had been a complete chaos.
And to be honest, she didn’t really mind.