I ran. As fast I could, I ran away. Away from the music, away from the people, and away from stress. I slammed up the doors and stumbled down the stonestairs out on the street. I gasped for air, and frustrated tried to get the picture of them out of my head. But it was stuck. Some angry, and surprisingly jealous tears left my eyes as I squatted and ran my hands through my hair. I can't be here, I gotta get out of here, I thought. I never want to see either one of Bim or Louis again. It could've been the amount of drinks I had had, but I was hurt and furious at the same time. So I started running again. With my heels, I didn't care about how painful it was, I just ran. That's when I heard a voice. A voice far behind me, a guy-voice. My head was pounding, and my hands were hurting. The voice grew stronger and soon I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I stopped and turned around. Liam Payne. He panted, and rested his arms on his knees for a few seconds, then he stood up straight and looked like he was searching for words to ask.

"What.. What are you.. Where are you going?" He asked finally.

Should I tell him the truth? Should I lie? Should I ignore him? No, I couldn't. You couldn't do that to him. So I just felt another tear run down my cheek.

"Hey, what happened?" Liam asked and took another step towards me.

Like he couldn't be any cuter, he put his thumb on my cheek and wiped away my ters.

"There ya go." He smiled.

I smiled too, thankfully.

"What happened in there?" He asked again.

"Nothing, I just.. I don't feel like talking about it.. I know, it's stupid.."

"Don't say that, it's not stupid. I get it. When you're ready to talk about it, I'm here for you." He smiled.

His hand was not longer on my cheek, it was on my shoulder, and he pressed it gently.

"Come inside again, don't think about that.. Let's just focus on having a great time." He smiled. "It won't be the same without you."

He saw me look down on the ground.

"Do you wanna hear my best tip ever?" He asked me, which made me lift my chin and nod. "Under the time I was seriously bullied, I always told myself this. Smile today, and cry tomorrow."

I looked confused at him.

"But.."

"And then, you say that to yourself tomorrow again. And every other day you feel like shit." He smiled.

I thought about it for a second while looking at him with my deepest estimate, and when I got it, I bursted out in something you could call a cry-laugh. I hugged him for a long time and laugh-cried in his shoulder.

"Fine.. Let's go in again." I smiled with tears on my cheek that I quickly wiped away.

He put his arm around me and we walked all the way back again. As fast as we got in we found Zayn. He held two drinks in his hands.

"There you are!" He shouted and handed me one of the drinks.

First, I looked at it and felt a little nausea. Should I really drink this? But then, the painful memory of Bim and Louis flashed by and anger covered my whole stomach. Let's get drunk, I thought mad and shoved the whole drink down on one gulp. Zayns eyes grew bigger and he screamed "whooo!" and raised his hand. What happened to the shy guy who hides when he smokes and can barely look at me without blushing?

"How much have he had to drink?" I screamed in Liams ear.

He laughed.

"Too much!"

I laughed with Liam, and watched Zayn dance.

"I better get back to the DJ-booth! Do you want another drink, just tell me!" He screamed and danced away.

I think he probably had wanted me to come with him, but I stayed with Liam on the dance-floor. I hadn't known the guy for a long while, but Liam was safe. He radiated safety. Just like that one best friend we all got that we know have our back. We danced, and danced, and danced until our legs hurted. We didn't care though, we kept dancing with all the other guys and girls, raising our hands and was offered a lot of drinks. Liam kept saying "no thanks." and everytime he did, it broke my heart. But I reached for every single glass I was offered, and got more drunk than I had ever been. I attached myself to Liam by jumping up on his back so he could give me piggy rides, and I clung myself to him, holding his shirt tight in my hands. That's when I, even though it was technically impossible considering how loud the music was, I heard a cry come closer. Someone who scream-cried.

"Don't follow me!" I heard the person scream.

It was definitely a girls voice.

"Don't touch me!"

She got closer. Why did I recognize her voice..? Then, she was just there. A few metres away from me, was Bim. She lookeed gorgeous. I almost forgot I was angry with her, her tears and her heartbroken face gave me the instinct to hug her and ask what was wrong. But then I remembered. Her tongue down his throat, them holding each other in each others arms. The anger welled up in me like magma. Whatever she cried about, was probably something she deserved. I was going to ignore her, but instead, Bim saw me. And she ran up to me and hugged me hard. At that point, there was two sides of me. One of the sides told me to push her off me, spit on her and shove her to the ground. I was really drunk, I found myself think. But the other half of me wanted to keep hugging her, making it last. She had only hugged me once, and it was amazing. It was big. I ended up doing nothing. I stood there with flabby arms, they hanged down the sides of my body and I felt all the weird looks I got from people around. Then she pulled away and looked me in my eyes, while some new tears fell from her eyes.

"Can I please talk to you?" She said.

I honestly wanted to say no. But I needed to hear what she had to say, and then maybe afterwards I could bitchslap her. So she took my hand, wow, another big step there Bim, and led me out of the local. She looked devastated.

"Louis.. Louis.." She stuttered.

She better be careful, I thought and tightened my fists. Is she trying to piss me off, or what?

"I drank a little so.. so I could find the.. the courage to talk to him about.. about.. that I wanted to be more than friends.." She stuttered.

Now I was ready to finish her.

"I tried.. I.. told him.. And tried to.. to.. kiss him.."

All my anger slowly disappeared when she continued to explain.

"He.. he s-shoved me away and.."

She started to crack up. "

"He told me that.. that there was.."

She pulled herself together and took a deep breath while some new tears rolled down.

"He told me there was someone else. That he just saw me as a friend. And that's just the code for 'go to hell', right?" She cried and fell in my arms.

While I was this time acually comforting her, I cheered behind her back. I was so happy. That "someone else" had to be me. It had to be.

"Let's go inside again, I'll buy you a drink." I said happy.

But she smiled weakly.

"No thanks, I appreciate it, but I have already had too much to drink.. I'm just going back. I'll grab a cab."

I nodded.

"I'll see you back at the college, okay?" She asked and turned around and walked down the stairs.

I walked in again, started to dance like I didn't give a single care how I looked or how I acted. I was over-happy. It was when Niall found me and brought me to the bar, gave me some drinks, made me dance for him, took my hand and brought me out on the dance-floor, found the other boys and when we all danced and had the best time ever, when it happened.
Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on my ear. By now, I was as drunk as I could get, and I assumed that the person behind me was some horny collegeboy. So I just kept dancing, not caring. Then I heard his voice.

"You look amazing out here." Someone growled in my ear, raspy and low.

But loud enough for me to hear. I swiftly turned around and with big eyes, a dark, tall figure stood behind me.

"Hello there, beautiful." Harry grinned.

Notes

Hey gusy! So, A LOT of things happened in this chapter, right? Well, I hope you liked it. I really gotta sleep now, haha. Love, A.

Why are Harry at the party, you think?

How do you think Bim will react when she finds out that the other girl in Louis life is actually Kath?