"I just wanna da-a-a-nce, I don't really ca-a-a-a-re, I just wanna da-a-ance!" Katie yelled as she danced around in her seat with her feet on the table.
"Get to your homework."

"Can't make me," She stuck her tongue out at me.
I heard a loud ding. From upstairs, Liam yelled, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"
"Stop yelling!" I shouted back, and he miraculously heard me.

What a damn surprise.
"In the AIR, CARE!" Katie shouted and sprang up from her seat like a toddler while I grabbed the popcorn.
"Go do your homework!" I wrestled the popcorn out of her grip. A hand reach behind me and grabbed a handful.

"YOU'RE NOT CATCHING ME THIS TIME, CHUCKY!" I squealed as I turned around and dropped the fucking popcorn.

"Chucky?" Louis asked innocently, popping popcorn into his mouth.
"You fucking - " Katie cut me off.. with cigarette fumes.

"Yes. Thank you. I needed cigarettes right now," I complained.
"Stop complaining, Jay." Katie replied with a hint of mischievous behavior.

"I'm setting my dog on you." I snarled at her accusingly and started again for the kitchen.
"What ya up to, Jay?" Louis tagged along as I grabbed the bowl of popcorn.

He grabbed another fistful and crumpled it in his hand.
"Liam! Your friends are eating my popcorn!" I whined as Niall, who was in the bathroom, stole a handful and began munching.

"Not my problem!" He yelled.
"Stop yelling!"

"Katie, honestly. Stop acting like Darth Vader and give up the cigarette!" I moaned as she puffed into my face.
As if I don't have enough going on, with idiots eating all my sweet, crunchy, buttery popcorn.

"I'm thirsty." Harry complained. "Jaya, we're going drinking."
"But I don't want to!" I protested.

"Yes, but the rule clearly states, the one your 'friend'" He stated, making quotation marks around the word 'friend,' "That you have to."

"But -" I started, and he cut me off.
"Guess what!? I'm normal." Louis huffed as Liam and Zayn came downstairs.

"Jayaa - " Zayn whined. I put my hand up.
"Jayaaa.." He continued.
I walked over to him and shushed him with a finger over his lips.

"Shut your fucking mouth, love," I whispered seductively.
"That's why she doesn't have friends," Katie remarked as Liam and her ate my popcorn.
"You idiots ate all my popcorn and now I have to go drinking with Harold," I grumped.

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm.
"Get dressed, and hurry."

"Once again. ONLY NORMAL ONE!" Louis yelled jokingly again.

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"Do I look okay?!" I whined.
"I honestly don't give a fuck," Harry admitted as we walked across the road to the bar.
"Your vocabulary is made up of mostly bloody curses," I remarked. He shot me a look.

"As if your's isn't."
"Touche, Styles."

As we walked into the bar and drunk greetings from the bartender were thrown, we slammed our money down on the counter.

"Usual?"
"Fuck yep," I nodded.

The bartender slipped me a vodka and slipped Harry a This-Will-Probably-Kill-Him-One-Day drink, also known as I don't know what the heck he always gets.

He drains it in 2 gulps.
I stir my drink around, taking small sips as drunken bodies swarm around me, almost knocking away my breath.
"'Sup, love?" A drunken voice slurred. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm with someone," I cleared my throat. Whenever someone tries to flirt, I dismiss one of the guys as my boyfriend. They never hear me, as a matter of fact.

"I have a math test tomorrow," He growled.
"And so?"
"I'm sorry, I thought we were naming things we could cheat on."

"Oh, I saw that joke on the internet too," I said innocently and kicked him in the balls with my left foot.
"Harry.. done?"

"Npe," He slurred.
"Yeah, okay." I sighed.
We'll be here for quite a while.

Immediately when I think that, my voice dings.

From: Nialler
House. Stat. Party. that's all

From: Zayn
I've been waiting for an hour, where the hell are you ? You're supposed to be doing something, need I remind you ?

From: Li
Katie knocked down your fish tank...

From: Katie
I SWEAR TO GOD, LIAM DROPPED MY CIGARETTE IN THE FISH TANK

From: Lou
Liam and Katie are going insane, Niall is going party crazy and Zayn is full of lust. Hurry your and Harry's asses

"Harry, we're leaving," I groaned, but he still objected drunkenly.
I texted back tiredly.

To: Li, Katie, Lou, Nialler, Zayn
Can't, I'm getting kidnapped. In alcohol. Be back soon with Harry.. x

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