7: She Knows.

                                    

                                          
Chapter 7:
                          
Zayn POV:
                          
The clock's arms marked around 1 in the morning and Harry's house was still packed. I swerved through people and ended up pushing people away since they didn't even budge. I tried searching for her but she wasn't anywhere to be found; last time I saw her was around an hour ago and she was dancing with Louis to You Got Me Good by Ciara. She was laughing, her face brightened up with a smile, her eyes glowing in the darkness but whenever a boys' hand touched her she would flinch away and move away. 
                          
A pair of fingers wrapped around my wrist and turned me around. I came face to face with Sophia's blue eyes. She smiled and tilted her head backwards and burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hand and dragged her away from any harm. She was drunk and who knows what she would do. Even though I didn't like her in a way I was expected to, I still sort of cared about her. Well not really but I've known her from a young age and, yet again, I was expected to care for her too. 
                          
"I'm gonna throw up," I heard her say and my eyes suddenly widened. Vomit is the one thing that I hated, I mean who doesn't? But I was one that if I saw a person starting to get dizzy, I would get dizzy. If I saw blood, I would get dizzy immediately. If I saw someone vomit or say that they're gonna vomit, I would vomit before them. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the kitchen's sink and by the time we made it to the sink she was clearing her entire stomach out. I flinched and made a face.
                          
"I'll take care of her," Amber, her best friend, announced from behind me. She grabbed her friend and said soothing words to her friend.
                          
"Yeah, you do whatever you have to do, I'm gonna go vomit myself," I replied and quickly left the kitchen and into the stuffy house. I breathed out and again attempted to swerve through people. I spotted a blonde head with huge green clover glasses. I chuckled and made my way towards Niall and Jesy. 
                          
"Zaynie!" Niall yelled and hugged me tightly.
                          
And he's drunk. I thought to myself. Could I possibly be the only one that didn't take more than a four cups of alcohol today?
                          
Jesy rolled her eyes and gave me an apologizing smile. "Guess you didn't drink either?"
                          
I shook my head. "Not really in the mood for a party. Have you seen the others?"
                          
"Louis was over there a couple of minutes ago," she replied, yelling a bit over the loud music, nodding her head towards the middle of the sitting room. I turned my head around and noticed him dancing with some girl. "Liam went back home around ten minutes ago since he had a huge head ache, Harry is well doing whatever Harry loves to do at party," she said and rolled her eyes. "Niall is drunk as ever, Lenni stayed home, Sophia is-"
                          
"Vomiting in the kitchen sink and Amber's helping her," I replied and she nodded. "What about Hazel?" I asked her after a slight hesitation.
                          
She looked up at me, surprised that I was asking for her. They all knew that we were both family enemies but we are at least on talking terms instead of her avoiding me. "She's outside on the pool area, no ones out there it's freezing."
                          
I nodded and turned around to go and find her but Jesy's hand stopped me. "She's not a toy Zayn, remember that."
                          
I furrowed my eyebrows at her, confused. I decided to ignore it and swerved through people. Luckily the back side of the house only consisted of a couple or two making out in the dark. I pushed open the door that led to the pool area and instantly shivered due to the freezing air outside but there she was. Sitting down on the steps, she instantly turned her head and her eyes slightly narrowed when she noticed who it was. She looked away and hugged her knees, not bothering to say something. I sighed, went down the few steps and sat down next to her. She was shivering uncontrollably and I felt bad for her.