"Harry!!" I screamed and jumped up in his arms.

He hugged me hard. He hugged all the boys, and then came back to me again.

"What are you.. I mean.. why are you.. you aren't supposed to be here.." I chuckled.

"You don't want me here?" He winked.

"Yes, I do.. I just.. Ah, I'm so glad you're here.." I slurred and was about to jump up in his arms again when my heel slipped to the side and I fell in his arms.

Lucky me, Harry was fast and caught me. He looked up to the boys and raised an eyebrow.

"How much has she had to drink?" He laughed.

Niall grinned big.

"Very, very much.." He said and looked down at me.

"Yeah, my blind aunt could see that."

"Yeah, but we didn't exactly pour drinks in her mouth, she kind of wanted to get drunk.." Niall said.

Harry nodded. I was still in his arms. When he finally helped me on my feet again, he looked me in my eyes.

"I should take you back to the college.." He said in my ear.

"No! I wanna stay!" I pouted.

And at the perfect moment, my favourite song started, "Shooting Star".

"Now we can't go!" I said.

Then I gave him a daring look.

"Let's dance." I said and took his hand.

Without a single doubt, he followed my lead. Then I suddenly stopped and there we were, in the middle of the massive crowd. I started dancing, not afraid to show my sexiest moves. He started dancing too. He was way taller than me, but I liked it.
It was amazing, we never let go of the eye contact. We kept staring at each other and he smirked slightly, and I was concentrating to look sexy. Why? I didn't know. But it felt good. I wanted to flirt, and I wanted the attention. Did I want more?
I started to take a real look at him, from his toes and up to his head. Even though he wasn't dressed for a party, his clothes was still fresh and so hot. Suddenly, I tugged his shirt, showing him that I wanted to say something to him. He leaned down.

"You are really hot tonight.." I said in his ear.

He really enjoyed that, he had a lingering grin on his lips while he kept dancing, getting hotter and hotter by every second that past. I had missed him so much. His lustful gazes down my body, his dark curls, his tall body and that smile.. Also his tattoos. His long shirt covered almost his whole arms, but I could still see some tattoos sneak out under his sleves. Under his bumping curls, I could see his eyes on me. Not even this darkness could make those green eyes fade. I pecked his shirt again and leaned in to his ear.

"Why did you come back tonight?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

He smirked, I could feel it. My cheek was pressed to his as I spoke to him, and I could feel how his dimples grew. I looked him in his eyes, and he looked into mine. Then I put my arms around his neck, and suddenly, our bodies became one. We no longer danced differently, he followed my moves and I followed his. It felt so good to act like this with Harry, it did right now. I was going to regret it in the morning, but it was worth it. Right now, it was just me and him, here.

"Have I told you that I like your curls?" I asked and smiled.

He chuckled and then calmly spoke:

"You're so wasted.."

"I know.." I laughed.

Suddenly, the rest of the boys came. It wasn't bothering me though, oddly. I let go of Harry and we kind of builded a circle, and we kept on dancing. We danced all night long, having the best time ever. It was funny how every girl that tried to hit on one of the guys, or if there was a girl that tried to squeeze in to our little group, got rejected. The boys ignored them and they all kept dancing, laughing and talking. Zayn went back and forth, since he needed to be at the DJ-booth time to time. We told him several songs that he should play, and he did. I don't think I have ever been that wasted. The nighthours went on.
It was when "I Need Your Love" started when I thought of Bim. Bim who had stormed out of there in tears. I felt sad, and also felt like I should get going. Besides, it was late. Or should I say early? It was basically morning. I said goodbye to all of the boys, but when I got to Harry, he stopped.

"I'll get you home." He said.

"No, Harry, it's fine.." I said. "I wanna grab a cab.."

"Then I'll get you the cab and go home with you. I insist." He said and put his hand on my waist as I walked out.

We got out and we walked down the stone-stairs. He called for a cab and it almost came instantly. He held the door up for me and let me get in first. Was he taking lessions from Liam? Then he squeezed in beside me. I don't know what happened, but suddenly, I started laughing. I was still drunk as hell. I didn't even know what I was laughing about. But apparently, my laugh was contgious. Harry shook his head and smiled, which led to a small grin, then a chuckle, and as I was starting to cry from all the sudden laugh, he laughed so hard he couldn't breath. His laugh was seriously the best ever. It kind of went up in falsetto. The taxi-driver looked strange at us. I didn't blame him. I leaned my head back at the seat, gasped for air.

"I'm so waisted..!" I laughed.

"No shit!" Harry answered.


I looked up at Harry. We were back at the college, and I was right in front of my door, with Harry almost leaning over me. Don't do anything stupid now, I thought and bit the inside of my lip.

"So.." Harry started.

"So.." I said and smiled.

He smiled too. Not a sexy grin, or a smirk, just a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry for tonight.. I'm still really drunk.. You wasn't supposed to see me like this.." I said and buried my face in my hands.

"It's fine." He laughed. "Besides.. I like that version of you."

He now had his ridiculously hot smile glued on his face again.

"We're still meeting tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah. About that.. Be in the cafeteria at 10am." He smiled.

He showed me his dimples. Then he walked away. I shook my head and locked up the door. Luckily, I found Bim on the TV-couch under a blanket, watching TV, instead of under the sink, bathing in her own blood. Even since she had told me her horrible past, I had been haunted by the fear of finding her in the bathroom with.. No, it couldn't happen. I wouldn't let it happen. I was feeling like I had to protect her, watch over her. So now when I found her in the couch after fearing the worst, it was a big relieve. She turned around and looked at me.

"Well you look awful." She said and kept staring at the TV.

"Oh, hello to you too Bim. Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking!" I said sarcastically and changed clothes to something more comfortable.

Then I sat down at the couch.

"Well you don't look so fancy yourself." I laughed.

Then I remembered. I remembered what had happened to her.

"I'm so sorry, Bim, it just slipped out of.."

"Don't worry." She smiled.

I gave her a sad smile. She had mascard under her eyes, and her hair was a mess. I felt so sorry for her, even though I should have been feeling joy about that the Louis-girl might have been me.

"I'm here for you, Bim."

She looked up at me.

"I just want you to know that." I smiled.

Then something strange happened.
When Bim got in an awkward situation, or actually any situation, she was always very disconnected and shy. When someone looked at her for more than two seconds, she looked away or turned her back. Now she had a choice. She couldn't turn her back to me, but she could look away. Maybe at the TV, for example? But.. She didn't. She kept staring at me, with a small smile on her lips. It was like a Mona-Lisa-smile. I had never even noticed that she had dark-brown eyes.

"Do you remember that day, when you left the dormitory for the morning, and you wrote me a note?" She suddenly asked, and was still staring at me intense.

I smiled. I could never forget the day I got her to smile for the first time.

"Yeah, I remember. What about that day?"

"Well.." She started. "Do you remember what you said? You said that you were worried that I was gonna get worried and start looking for you, and that you didn't wanna put me through that. You said that if we had each others numbers, you wouldn't have to worry.."

I almost gasped.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to push you into that, I just.."

"I wanna exchange numbers." She interrupted me and smiled.

Wow, I thought. Unbelieveble. I might not have been fully sober at the moment, but this was perfectly clear to me. Bim was finally melting.

Notes

Hey.. Okay so finally done with the re-writing of this chapter.. Phew, it was hard to remember it all, and it isn't near as good as the first one I wrote, but i hope you will like this one anyway. Love, A.

What do you think Harry and Kath is going to do on their date, since Harry seemed to have something planned?

What do you think made Bim want Kaths number? What made her decide to ask for it?