Zoe POV

"Louis?" I call, walking inside the house. "Louis?" I call again.

"Thank god you're here!" I hear Harry shout. "He just ran in and started drinking, I didn't know what to do," He says worriedly. Not knowing what to do, I immediately rush to Louis and bend down to his height.

"Oh hello Zoe, nice of you to join us," he laughs. He's very drunk.

"Louis, what happened?" I ask, trying to force a response out of him. He's drunk, he'll tell the truth.

"I don't wanna talk about it. Loosen up, have a drink," He grins, pushing a bottle of whiskey next to me. I push it away and try to get another answer.

"Please Louis. I need to know what happened," I whisper, putting my hand on his shoulder. I feel his body tense from my touch.

"Eleanor broke it off, I'm fine, it's ok," he says, slurring his words. Of course they broke up, it's all my fault.

"Louis. you don't look ok. You shouldn't be drinking anyway, please just come with me," I say, grabbing his hand and helping him up.

"I just wanna lay here, let me lay here," he groans, pulling his hand away from me.

"C'mon Louis. She's just one girl, I'm sure you'll find someone else,"

"And that's the problem! I'm glad I broke it off with her before I hurt her even more! I realized I didn't like her as much as I wanted too, and it's all my fault. I just want to love her the way she needs to be loved," he yells.

"It's not your fault, Louis. You can't help it if you don't like her,"

"But, but- I want too. I don't want to hurt her," he says and I can see that tears are starting to fill his eyes.

"C'mon Louis. You need to sleep. I'll put some water and medicine on your bedside table, let's go," I say, pulling him up into a standing position. He struggles to stand up right and I pull his arm around my shoulders so he can keep his balance.

"Thanks, Zoe," he mumbles, before falling onto his bed. I don't know if I should leave him in his uncomfortable clothes.

"Hey Louis?" I whisper.

"Ya?" he groans.

"Do you want to get into some pjs?" I ask.

"Ya," he answers, but doesn't move.

"Um, I'll go get you some pants or something?" I mumble, walking towards a few of his drawers. I pluck through a couple of his jeans before finding a pair of checkered shorts. I pull them out and set them on the bed before searching for a comfy, lightweight top. I finally find one and set it down next to the pants.

"Louis?" I whisper again. No response. "Um..ok. I'll just.. ugh," I mumble, knowing he can't hear me. I stumble, a bit, around his room before deciding to grow up and change him myself. I begin to take off his pants, as Harry walks in. I look at him, guilt in my eyes, even though I know nothing as happening.

"Um... what are you doing?" Harry chuckles.

"I was just... ugh... this looks really wrong. I was simply changing him, because he fell asleep," I mumble, blushing a bit.

"You know... you could've just asked me to do that," he laughs, walking towards the clothes I picked out for Louis.

"Ya ok," I laugh. "I'm going to head home. I have school tomorrow, I'll see ya, Harry," I smile, as I walk off and out the door.


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The next morning could not have gone slower.

"Hey Zoe! Cute outfit!" I hear someone call from behind me. It's the Marcus.

"Thanks Marcus." I smile.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask you something, there is a party tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to come... with me," he smiles. Wait... is he asking me out?

"Like as a date?" I ask. His eyes bulged out at my comment.

"Oh no! No, sorry. Um.. no." And I immediately feel embarrassed, pink rushing to my cheeks.

"Oh, I though you meant... um nevermind,"

"I just meant as friends. We haven't hung out much recently and I just wanted to know,"

"Well, parties aren't really my scene. I've never actually been to one," I say, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Oh then you should come! It'll be really fun. Zoe, well the other Zoe, and Alfie will be there," he tells me and I nod.

"Um... okay. Sure, why not? What time will you pick me up?" I ask.

"Um 8," he states. He waves before heading off to his next class.

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When I get home, I immediately go to my room and lay on my bed, pulling a new book from one of my still unpacked boxes. The Maze Runner

I sit there, for who knows how long, just reading. I haven't read in such a long time and it feels good to start again.

After a long while, I get up and decide it's time to start picking out my outfit for the party. I settle on a maroon crop tanktop and a pair of light wash, high waisted jeans. I decide to mix up my makeup by settling with a nice smokey eye and maroon lip. Then, with about twenty minutes left, I curl my hair.

Shortly after I'm done, there is a knock at the door and I rush down to go get it. It's Marcus.

"Hi! You look different," he laughs as I drag him out of my house, not wanting my parents to see me dressed like this. They would not approve.

"Good different or bad different?" I ask him, biting my lip, suddenly self-conscious with the way I look.

"You look fine, Zoe. Just different." he smiles, leading me to the door of his car. After we get in, he starts driving.

I pick at the stereo, not knowing how to work it, before finding my way to a nice station full of oldies.

"You like oldies?" Marcus asks, laughing a bit.

"Best music of all time," I smile. "Surprise you?" I ask.

"No, I kind of figured you would like this sort of music. I also picture you're the type of girl to read in her free time and go to local diners. Am I right?"

"Ya," I laugh. "I haven't found a great diner yet,"

"And... your favorite artists are the Killers, Stevie Wonder, and the Beatles,"

"Have you been going through my playlists?" I ask.

"Was I right?" he laughs.

"Yes, yes you were. However, I do like modern people as well, and in fact some of my favorite bands are ACDC. Does that surprise you?"

"Actually yes,"

"Good."

Once we get to the party, I immediately smell the alcohol and the weed. This is defiantly not my scene.

"Nervous?' Marcus asks, coming up next to me.

"A bit," I smile.

"Just stick with me or Alfie." He says before guiding me to the front of the house.

Walking through the house was difficult. Tons of bodies were grinding against each other and the reek of alcohol was clear throughout the house. I felt like puking just by the scent. Marcus and I walked a bit more until we got to the living room. The room was big, too big for my liking and it was filled with chairs and couches. Seated on one of those couches were Alfie, Zoe, Louis, the rest of One Direction, and a couple of other people I haven't met.

"Oh hey Zoe, glad you could make it! You look great," Zoe smiled, getting up to hug me. I hugged her back. "Take a seat," she said, ushering me towards the couch that was directly in front of theirs. I felt uncomfortable sitting next to a stranger, but I shook it off.

"Hey I'm Christian," he greeted, awkwardly holding out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Zoe," I smiled, shaking it.

"You friends with them?" he asked, pointing his hand towards my friends.

"Ya, are you?" I asked.

"Not really. Well, I'm friends with Alfie, but not with the rest of the group,"

"Oh, well they're nice people,"

"I haven't seen you around. Are you new?" he asks me.

"Yup, it's my first party," I shrug.

"Wanna get a drink?" he asks, standing up and reaching for my hand. I hesitate before agreeing and grabbing his hand. I feel someone's eyes on me, but I don't look back in time to see whose they are. I'm already in the kitchen, swarmed by couples making out. He's about to reach for a beer before I stop him.

"Oh, um, I don't drink," I tell him, a shy smile reaching my face.

"That's too bad. There's some sprite in the fridge," he says, reaching in the other direction to grab my beverage.

"Thanks," I mumble, grabbing the cold soda and taking a sip. The cool liquid rushes down my throat and I try to feel relaxed, but the blaring music of Jay-Z isn't helping.

"So, Zoe right?" I nod. "Okay, Zoe tell me about yourself."

"Um well... I was born here, in Doncaster. I moved to New York when I was fifteen and now I'm back. I live coffee house music, the oldies, and rock music, I spend my free time reading and sometimes writing. I also like to play guitar and sing. What about you?" I ask him.

"Um well, I'm Christian, as you know. I'm kind of awkward, especially in social occasions. Um, I make youtube videos." He starts, but I stop him.

"You do? What's your channel? I love youtube. I wanna make a channel, but I don't know, I'm kind of scared too," I rush.

"Oh well, it's a-actually not that scary, and my channel is TouchTheSkyFilms," he smiles. I smile back in return and gulp down another drink. We walk back into the livingroom together and I instantly feel everyone's eyes on me.

"Hey um this is Christian," I say and everyone nods.

"Hey, I'm Marcus,"

"I'm Zoe number 2,"

"Harry, nice to meet you,"

"Liam,"

"I'm Niall,"

"Zayn,"

We wait for Louis to say something, but he doesn't as he continues to stare down Christian, a slight scowl on his face.

"That's Louis," I say for him, sitting us both down on the couch.

"Wanna play a game guys?" Zoe asks. "How about a classic game of truth or dare?" she squeals. We all agree and decide to sit in a circle on the ground.

"Okay Christian, new guy, start first," Marcus commands, once everyone is settled.

"Okay... um Zoe, truth or dare,"

"Uh I'll start off easy, truth," I say.

"Ok, is there anyone here you would snog?" he asks. I look around the group. Everyone here is defiantly attractive. I would probably snog Alfie, if he wasn't dating the other Zoe. I would snog Marcus, and Louis, defiantly Louis, and Harry, and probably the rest of the boys as well.

"Yes," I simply state.

"Who?" someone asks.

"One question allowed," I smirk, deciding who to victimize next.

"Ok... Alfie, truth or dare?"

"Truth," he smiles.

"In this group, who is your OTP?"

"Defiantly you and Louis," he says, without a second to think.

"W-what?" I ask, getting flustered by his answer.

"You two are just so cute! And it's obvious you like each other, I wish you'd just get together already," he says and I look over at Louis who is blushing and looking down at the floor. "Anyways, Louis, truth or dare," Alfie asks.

"Dare,"

"I dare you to... I dare you to make out with someone in the group," Alfie smirks. I watch as Louis looks around the group before his eyes fall onto mine. He quickly looks away to some girl who I didn't notice before. He slowly leans towards her and I feel something in my stomach. I'm pretty sure it's jealousy.

Noticing that she's the chosen one, her face lights up and she rushes into the kiss, sliding her disgusting tongue into his throat. He chokes a bit before going along with it. I look away and I'm pretty sure Christian notices, because he places his hand on top of mine. I smile at the small gesture and wait for the two to finish theirs.

When they pull apart, I'm almost for sure that Louis smirks at me, but when I look back at him, his face is blank. I don't know why I felt jealousy towards the kiss, but I don't want to think about it right now.

"Guess you were wrong, Alfie," I mumble to myself. He simply laughs, noticing my complaint that was meant for my ears only.

"You know what, I'll take that drink Christian," I say, suddenly needing the alcohol to make me feel better. His face brightens as he reaches for one of the unopened beers. I take it, happily, and take a small sip, the liquid burning my throat. "Thanks," I breathe out and he nods.

After my second beer, the game got way more intense.

"Okay Zoe, truth or dare," Zoella slurs.

"Truth,"

"Okay, out of all the guys in this room, who do you want to snog the most,"

"Um, Louis," I say, not thinking. The drinks are getting to me and I instantly regret my words. I hear Louis gasp and I can't get myself to look at him.

"Alfie, your turn," I say, trying to direct attention away from me.

"Okay, Louis, truth or dare," he says, smirking mischievously.

"Truth,"

"Okay, out of all the girls here, who do you want to snog the most?"

"Zoe, Zoe Spools," he says, clarifying his answer and now it's my turn to gasp. I keep my head hanging low, realizing I was probably his second choice, next to Amanda, the girl he kissed earlier.

"Oh, just kiss already!" I heard Alfie yell.

"Well, he had that chance already, Alfie. And he chose Amanda. I'm obviously his second choice. I'm always everybody's second choice!" I say, the alcohol taking over me. I would have never said that if it weren't for my two beers.

"I didn't kiss you, because I didn't think you wanted me to kiss you!" Louis yells and I'm taken back a bit by his harsh words.

"You don't like me Louis, it's ok, I'm fine with it. No one ever has!"

"But what if I do like you, Zoe? What then? What am I supposed to do?" he says, his voice a bit shaky.

"Don't play with me Louis. The alcohol is controlling both of us. I probably won;t remember this in the morning," I simply state.

"I'm not playing games, Zoe. I really like you," He says, his tone more serious. I shudder at his tone and force myself to answer him.

"No, you like Eleanor,"

"No, I don't. I told you that yesterday. Hear me out, Zoe, please.

"Anyways, Marcus... truth or dare"

Notes

Hey guys! Okay this is a looooooooong update right? I tried for you guys. I love when you guys comment on the story and all so thanks for you guys. You guys are so sweet and I LOVE YOU ALLLLLL MWAH