As I pulled up to the address Niall had given to me, my stomach twisted in excitement. The house was huge. Cars lined the yard along both sides of the streets, and I could see from the side people standing around in the back.

As I stepped out of my car, I could hear music and people. The ground was shaking with from all the vibrations. The grass crunched under my feet as I walked up to the front door.

When I entered the house, the sound of music got twice as loud. There were bodies everywhere. Most were standing around talking, while others were pressed up against the wall, making out with their other half.

I found my way to the kitchen to get myself a drink. Considering the events of the past week, this probably isn't the greatest choice, but since when do I care about making good choices?

There was a fit brunette standing behind the counter handing out drinks. She looked like a total slut. But then again, all the girls here do. I'm not complaining though.

"Can I have a drink please?" I asked, smirking at her, working my dimples to my advantage.

"Sure." She giggled in response, winking at me. She quickly poured me whatever the house had and handed me the cup. "Here you go." She said cheekily.

"Thanks." I said, winking back at her. I turned around to go find my friends, bringing the cup to my lips. I felt the familiar burn down my throat as I swallowed the liquid, and the taste instantly brought me back to the night of Prom. It tasted exactly like what we were drinking then.

An unwanted rush of guilt flowed through me, as I saw the image of her body laying in the rubble of her car. I pushed the picture burning in the back of my head away with another sip of the liquid.

I walked through the back of the house and out to the backyard. There were even more people littered on the patio and around the pool than there were inside. Out here they were dancing. There was a huddle of bodies to the right of the pool. In the pool, there were people splashing and jumping into the pool.

I looked around for the group, and instantly spotted Luke's tall form. I walked over to where they were all standing, making my way into the huddle.

"Harry!" Louis shouted in a childlike manner. He was already wasted.

"Hey." Everyone in the circle excitedly greeted me, one of the guys giving me a playful slap on the back.

"You made it, Harry." Zayn said, a sparkle of something I couldn't quite decipher in his eye as he smirked at me.

"Yeah." I replied, trying to shake off his words. I hadn't seen them all week because of the accident. They all knew about it, but since I really wasn't hurt, they didn't care. I knew I had to behave for at least a little while, or my parents would have my neck, so I had declined the last couple parties. I didn't want them to think I was a wuss though, so tonight I've got to show them that none of this has affected me.

"I'm here and I'm ready to party." I said confidently, running a hand through my hair and bringing my cup up to my lips. Everyone hooped and hollared in response, and we all broke off into side conversations. Luke dragged Ava over to where everyone was dancing, and Louis told us he was going to get a round of shots for all of us.

"Aye, Harry!" Niall said, patting me on the back. "We missed the rebel side of you. Thought we were finally seeing a soft side of you." he joked.

"Oh, Horan. You underestimate me. Never." I sealed it with a smirk.

"Good." Niall said.

I grinned in response, taking in the scene before me. This was where I belonged, with all the other disapointments just like me, partying to get away from the problems in their lives. At least I admitted I had problems, I was just too much of a coward to try to solve them.

Louis came back with several shot glasses in his hand, giving one to each of us. It smelled fruity as I brought it closer to my face.

"To getting as fucking drunk as we possibly can tonight." Louis said, raising his glass. I slowly raised my hand in agreement, giving a curt nod to the group. As I brought the small glass to my lips, the things I came here to escape drifted to the very back of my mind.

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Several drinks later, and I was drunk off my ass.

Everything seemed funny at the moment, and I was acting like a little schoolgirl.

"Harry! Jump in the pool with me." Some blonde whom I know but couldn't quite put my finger on her name at the moment came up and tugged on my arm. "Please, please, please, Harry!"

"Fine." I slurred, smirking at her. She was already in her bikini. "I d-don't have a swimsuit, though." I managed to get out.

"That's okay." She said. We walked over to the pool, and I tugged my jeans and shirt off, standing there in only my boxers. She gripped my hand tightly, holding it in hers as we plunged into the pool.

The cool water felt good on my heated skin, as we broke the surface of the water. I could feel the girl's body tugging mine up to the top of the pool. As we came up from underwater, I took in a deep breath of air. The girl clung on to me, wrapping her around my neck, her small hands playing with my hair, and wrapping her legs around my torso.

I wiped the water from my eyes, finally taking a good look at her.

I drew in a sharp breath when my eyes met hers. Her eyes were blue.

I was suddenly taken back to that night, watching her blue eyes bore ceaselessly into mine, searching frantically for help. I couldn't shake the image from my mind.

The girl was talking to me, rambling on about one thing or another, but I couldn't focus on what she was saying.

Here I was, trying to escape those damned images that have been floating through my mind for days, of her body laying unmoving on the ground, her voice echoing between my ears. Come back when your heart is in it.

Even when I'm drunk it doesn't stop. It's like I can't escape it, no matter how hard I try. Suddenly, everything seemed a lot worse and more urgent than it had before. I had to get out of here.

In my disoriented state, I unraveled the girl from my body, her asking what the hell I was doing. I didn't answer her, but just climbed out of the pool. I hastily dried myself off the best I could, and pulled my dry clothes back on me. I stumbled back through the house, ready to make my exit, when Liam stopped me.

"Harry? Leaving so soon?" He asked. I just nodded and went on my way. "Look man, uh, you probably shouldn't drive." He spoke cautiously, as if he knew I would get upset by what he was saying.

I just ignored him. He was probably right. Actually, I know he was right, but in my drunken state, I don't care. I've already done so much damage. Is it even possible to do more? Everything was hazy, and I wasn't thinking straight.

I dug around in my pocket for my keys, the sharp edge digging into my skin as I grabbed them forcefully. I wandered around the streets for far too long, too wasted to even remember where I parked my car.

After finally finding it, I hopped in and started the ignition. I know exactly where I have to go, and what I have to do.

I started the car, moving my foot to the gas pedal, and started on my way.

The ride there took longer than I expected, probably because I was trying to take it extra slow. I parked the car as far away as I could, so I could have time to prepare myself for when I would see her.

The night was a bit chilly, the wind blowing as the moon lit the way to the doors. My mind seemed to go at a thousand miles a minute as I got closer and closer to the doors.

As I walked into the hospital, the same sterile smell from days ago took over my senses. There was a woman sitting at the front desk, but I quickly walked past her, knowing exactly where I needed to go. I went to the elevator and pressed the 'up' button.

The elevator ride was short, and I was in the ICU before I could get my thoughts to catch up to me. I was disoriented and probably looked crazy as hell right now, but it didn't matter. I was desperate to see her. God knows why I felt the urgent need to see her right at this moment, but I was driven by some internal force, the alcohol in my system giving me the boost of courage I needed.

I thought for a second, maybe this was a mistake, maybe I shouldn't be here. But, in my hazy state I didn't really care. I slowly walked to her room, ready to get everything off my chest.

246. The number stared at me intimidatingly as I stood in front of the door. She was sleeping. It's 2:43 a.m. What was I thinking?

Even as these doubts filled my mind, I brought my fist the the door, my knuckles making loud contact with the cold metal. Luckily, there were no nurses around to prevent me from entering. I could see a light went on from inside the small window on the door.

I heard small footsteps approach the door, and my stomach was in those knots again. Even in my drunk haze, I was nervous for her to see me.

The door opened to a crack, and those blue eyes widened when she saw it was me standing outside her hosptial room, a small gasp gracing her lips.

I weakly smiled back, pathetically hoping she wouldn't reject me now in my drunken state.

"Harry?" She quietly spoke. 

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