A/N: Okay, a slight slight slight trigger warning toward the end. There's mention of molestation/rape. It's nothing detailed, but I figured I'd write it just in case. 

"So, did you come up with a plan?" 

I hush Audrey, begging her to be silent. I take another look at the five boys sleeping on the couch in weird ways. They finally fell into a food coma and I don't want to wake them. I don't need that energy right now.

"Sorry," she whispers, gesturing to my room. I make a face as we walk in. The sheets are everywhere but the bed and clothes are messily scattered. "Jeez, are we sure they only slept in here?"

I playfully slap her arm, but definitely see her point. It looks like a hurried couple was in a rush to have sex and didn't think to be considerate. 

I quickly push that mental image out of my head.

"Anyway, plan?" Audrey sits on the bed, not minding the mess. I opt to stand.

"I mean... we could all just hang out? Maybe a party? That seemed to work well for you." I remember how Drew was all hung over her when he was drunk. Maybe that was the key to getting them closer. 

As if she knows what I'm thinking, she chimes, "Nah. Honestly, he didn't remember anything the morning after. It felt so shitty. Another plan!"

I sigh. "Okay... the common factor between you both is me. It has to be something involving me."

"Okay captain obvious," she snorts. "C'mon El! Substance! Not stupidity."

I roll my eyes at her bluntness. She's lucky I'm immune to her insults. 

"You know what," I sit next to her, preparing to get real. "I think you're forcing me to help you with Drew because you're too scared to do it yourself. That way, if it doesn't work out, you can blame me instead of yourself."

Her eyes widen in shock. "W-what?"

"It's okay Aud. It happens, but we all know I can't force him to be with you. Just do what Harry did after we had our falling out."

She lowers her gaze away from my face, proving I'm right. "What did he do?"

I smile, thinking about the memories. "He made me fall in love with him. He showed me the real him and everything happened naturally. Be assertive, don't let him be an ass to you. I know Drew, he isn't mean. He just has the wrong impression."

She looks up at me with a sad smile. 

"And you... you're so beautiful inside and out. He doesn't know what he's missing out on and you need to show him. Any guy would be lucky to have you," I add.

"Thank you," she sighs, engulfing me in a hug. "I needed that."

"Anytime babe," I smile, rubbing her back.

Someone clears their throat and we're directed to Louis standing in the doorway. "Aww, that was cute."

I beam at him and pat the bed next to me. He gladly sits and we make small talk for a while. I explain to Audrey about his life, filling her in on the details.

"How's Eleanor?" 

"She's great, yeah. Amazing." He smiles, excited to talk about her. 

We continue the subject of his girlfriend for a while. Eventually, we hear a commotion coming from the living room. 

Niall lays asleep on Harry's shoulder, who's shooting me a look. Zayn's awake, making noise in the kitchen. Liam is sprawled out on the couch, taking advantage of the space.

"So cute!" I coo. "This is precious."

Harry sends me a glare. Louis and Audrey hum in agreement. 

Before I can stop it, Harry shrugs his shoulder violently and knocks Niall off. He then falls on top of Liam, both boys waking up with a groan.

"Harry," I scold.

He shrugs again and gets up, as if Niall weighed him down. He walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. Before he can squeeze me, I step back.

"That was rude," I remind him, preventing him from hugging me. "No hugs for you."

He gives me a subtle pout before anyone else can notice, then changes his soft demeanor to tough. I glance over to Audrey, who gives me an approving smile. 

"You guys are leaving soon, right?" Harry's gruff voice interrupts my victory moment. All the boys simultaneously nod, sending disappointment through me. "Good," he whispers under his breath.

"Wait, you guys are leaving?" I squeak.

"Yeah," Zayn calls from the kitchen, "tonight actually."

My jaw drops and I feel my face contort in sadness. "You guys didn't even tell me! That's hardly any warning!" 

"Don't worry," Liam laughs, getting up from the couch and ruffling my hair. "We'll be back another day. Besides, we wouldn't actually stay here if we were here for long. That's just imposing."

I pout and drop down to the couch. I had so many fun plans we could have done if they stayed. We could have gone to my favorite spots or had a party or just chilled. I feel bad because we hadn't done anything fun.

"You know, I think we have some alcohol lying around," I say, going to search through the cabinets. If we can't drink at night, we can surely drink now. Besides, they'll sober up before they have to go.

The boys all cheer in response, excited to get wasted. Audrey pushes past me and opens another cabinet, revealing all the drinks. I beam at her as a thank you and begin to pull them out.

Shots. So many shots.

I don't drink as much, definitely wanting to stay sober. When I'm drunk, I get horny, and there's no way drunk me would stay away from Harry.

The others, though, are wasted. We play drinking games, but about each other.

One shot every time Harry runs his hand through his hair.

One shot every time Zayn puts his arm around Audrey.

One shot every time Louis longingly glances at his phone, as if he's waiting for his girlfriend to respond.

One shot every time Niall and Liam say something stupid, which happens the most often.

Yeah, they're gone.

"I'm going to be right back, behave," I warn, grabbing my phone and running to my room. Once the door is shut, I answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. Uh... I just wanted to ask you something." Drew's voice rings through the phone.

"Shoot," I reply, getting anxious. I hate when people beat around the bush. Just ask the damn question!

He awkwardly clears his throat before speaking. "Um, so I was wondering if Audrey was okay after that party. I know I was probably a handful and she looked kinda disappointed after." 

I quietly gasp. He remembers! Well, maybe not everything, but some!

"El, you there?"

I shake my thoughts away. "Yeah, sorry Drew! You know, you should ask her."

"Well," he sighs, "I tried calling but she isn't picking up. I'm a little worried."

"You know when someone takes care of you when you're drunk, it's a very nice thing. You need to appreciate those people. I'm sure she was upset with you, and you should clear that up."

We're in awkward silence for a minute, as if he's really thinking about my words. 

"She's a great gal, Drew," I add, hoping it'll soothe his uncertainty.

More seconds pass. "Yeah, you're right. I'll try harder," he responds. After thanking me, he hangs up. I triumphantly smile, happy he's coming to his senses. 

Someone clears their throat and I look up to see Niall. He leans against the doorframe, seeming calm. I hadn't even realized someone was in here.

"Can we talk?" His smooth Irish accent fills my ears. I nod and pat the bed next to me. For a second, I forget he's drunk. He slightly stumbles on his way to the bed, reminding me. 

Once he sits, the strong smell of vodka hits me. I cringe a little. It's weird seeing him so decomposed.

"Right," he slurs. "I need to confess something to you..." He takes his index finger and touches my nose. I grab it and pull his hand down to my lap.

He hiccups before continuing.

"Ellie, I likeeeee you." He smiles, dazed. His face turns serious for a second. "Don't tell Harry because he'll beat me up."

I chuckle. "I like you too Niall, you're a great friend."

He pulls his finger out of my grasp and puts it to my lips, shushing me. "No silly, I like like you. Like, maybe love you."

A small gasp escapes my lips before I can control it. "What?" He's taken me by complete surprise. 

He nods with a satisfied smile. "Yeah... It's okay though. You're not my soulmate, but I'll find mine one day."

I smile and nod back, reassuringly patting his leg. "You will buddy, you will. It's hard to resist your charm."

His wags his eyebrows at me. "So, if you weren't with him, would you give me a chance?"

The poor guy's drunk and won't even remember this conversation tomorrow. "Maybe, Niall. It would be hard because I met you through Harry though," I remind him.

He gives me one last smile before leaning back. As soon as his head hits the mattress, he passes out. 

What a lightweight.

I pull the blanket up as much as I can. I tuck Niall in and ruffle his hair.

Poor kid.

As I step into the hall, Zayn stumbles in front of me. "Can we talk?"

My eyes widen, nervous to get a second confession in one day. I nod, pulling him to Audrey's room. 

He sits on the bed while I go to close the door. As soon as I face him, my heart breaks. His face is stained with tears. 

"What's wrong?" I rush over, comforting him. If he is confessing, he's definitely being more dramatic than Niall.

I have never seen Zayn so vulnerable. He's such a badass and crying doesn't suit him.

"I lied."

My heart races. "What do you mean?" I ask, urging for some clarification.

"I do have a soulmate. I had one and I fucked it up. Even more than Louis, which seems impossible."

I still don't know what that means, but it's not the time.

"What did you do," I ask, hoping to get answers. 

"We were engaged. I loved her. When I left 1D, I left her too." He mumbles, tears still falling. 

I gasp at this. What? Zayn is such a player. There's no way I can believe one woman tied him down. Out of nowhere, anger bubbles inside of me. I know it's none of my business, but the idea of leaving one's soulmate makes me angry.

"Why?" I hiss, not caring about the harshness behind my tone.

His broken eyes meet mine, and I regret everything. I want nothing more than to cuddle him and make him happy again. 

But I don't.

"I was stupid. I thought she was holding me back and I needed a change. I've tried so hard to move on, people do it all the time. But seeing you with Harry made me jealous. I want that, I want that relationship that I can't seem to have." 

For being drunk, he's very coherent. I process his words and the regret behind them. I put my hand on top of his. "Zayn, I'm going to tell you what I always think."

He nods, urging me to continue.

"You have to fight. The bond between soulmates is strong but only as strong as the people. You have to at least try."

He hums as if he's processing what I'm saying. 

"And Zayn, maybe stop being a dick and messing around with every breathing female."

He lopsidedly grins. "I never tried with you."

I scoff. "Please, there have been plenty of times. Just because I ignore it doesn't mean I don't see." 

His smirk falls and a small blush appears on his face. "Oh," is all he says. I pat his shoulder and stand up to leave. His hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. Before I can ask what he wants, he thanks me for helping him.

I walk out of the room alone, expecting him to follow.

When I'm back in the living room, everyone is laughing, except Niall and Zayn, who aren't present. Harry notices me and his expression mirrors worry.

"Everything okay?" He asks once I'm within earshot. I nod and smile numbly, confused as to how I got two drastic confessions within such a short timespan.

Harry stares at me, assessing my face. I get self-conscious and pull my hair more toward my face. His deep chuckle rumbles through his body as he takes my hair and retucks it behind my ear.

I marvel at his state. If he's drunk, he sure doesn't show it. Then I remember that one day, where he claims it takes an insane amount of alcohol for him to even get buzzed.

"So, who called?" His voice is raspier than usual.

I glance over at my best friend to see her giggling at something Louis is showing her. "Drew," I mumble absentmindedly.

His body tenses next to me and I regret saying it like that.

"He was calling to ask about her," I add quickly, not wanting another jealous fit.

He relaxes a little and apologizes. "I forget they're soulmates."

I nod in agreement. I would too if she hadn't always cornered me about him. "It's good, I think they're making progress. I hope so." I want nothing more than for my best friend to be happy. She deserves it. Plus, it'll get her off my back.

The day moves along in good fun. Everybody begins to sober up, but not without a strong hangover. 

I order pizza, hoping it'll cure their sickness. It won't, but I was being selfish. Pizza sounds so good right now.

"Hey Ellie, can I talk to you?" Louis asks once everyone's done eating. I note his serious tone and numbly nod. It just seems like a confession day. 

My stomach churns as we walk to my room. What could he possibly want to say? 

He sighs and takes a seat on the bed. He gestures for me to join, but I'm too nervous to. I stay standing, anxiously playing with my fingers.

"We need to talk about something important."

My brows furrow. His words do nothing to soothe my anxiety.

"You know what had happened at Liam's release party?" 

I cringe. Of course, I remember, it's hard to forget seeing your soulmate's dick in another girl. 

His face softens. "I'm sorry, but it's important." I nod for him to continue. "Anyway, I'm sure you have noticed that you and Harry are the only ones not drunk out there. You obviously didn't drink. Harry did though, so it's obvious his tolerance level is high. Then how was he so drunk that he managed to cheat on you? He would never."

My breath hitches, nervous to see where he's going. 

"I did a little digging on that girl. Harry was out that day, like he must have consumed bottles of alcohol, but he didn't. So how was he in that state? I found the girl and confronted her. Turns out, she drugged him."

My heart drops in light of the new information. "What?"

"Yes! He didn't cheat on you in a drunken haze. He was practically passed out. The girl forced him!"

For a minute relief washes over me, then dread. "Wait, that means..."

Louis makes a solemn face, agreeing. My heart shatters in a million pieces. It's always girls who are caught being molested, but my poor Harry had to go through that.

"Does he know," I whisper.

He shakes his head. "I wanted to tell you first." 

I hate this. I hate that this stupid whore caused a rift in our relationship and I hate that Louis burdened me with this news. I was fine, I was over it. Now, Harry has to hear what happened and God knows how it's going to affect him.

"Louis," I whine. "I can't tell him."

"You need to El. He has a right to know, and I know he'll be embarrassed if I tell him."

Deep down, I know he's right. I just don't want to think about that night again. 

Harry clears his throat and I see him standing in the doorway. "Interrupting something?" 

Louis gives me one last reassuring look before standing up and walking out of the room. 

"Can we talk?" My voice is small, hesitant.

Worry instantly comes over him. He quickly strides over to the bed and sits next to me. 

"What's wrong baby?"

I give a small smile. "Harry... remember the night of Liam's party?"

He groans, covering his face with his hands. "Fuck. I knew it. You want to leave me because of that, right? Shit, I thought we made it past this. I'm so sorry El. I know I can't do anything else but apologize." He spits out quickly, worry etched in his features.

"No Harry. This isn't about that. Well, it is, but I'm not leaving you. We just need to talk, okay?" I say as calmly as possible. I don't want him to freak out right now. 

He relaxes a little and scoots closer, knowing he isn't in trouble. I smile as he pulls me into his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head. In a way, I'm glad I'm not facing him right now. I don't think I'll be able to handle his reaction.

"Okay," I sigh, my breath coming out shaky. "Did it ever occur to you that it was weird that you don't get drunk easily, but you were so drunk that night?"

I feel him nod against my head. "I guess. I never really thought about that. I just knew I fucked up at the moment, and God your face... I never want to see you like that."

I cringe, knowing how badly I reacted in the moment. All the pain that came with the memories fade away. In a way, I'm at peace. He didn't cheat on me.

"Well, maybe you should start questioning it." 

He pulls away from me and turns me to face him. I apprehensively bite my lip, waiting for him to process what's going on. 

"I don't understand."

I guess I need to actually tell him. I tried to avoid this, pleading that he'd get my hints. 

"Harry, you were drugged. You didn't get drunk, that who- girl drugged you. She did this on purpose!" I find myself yelling by the end of the sentence. Frustration boils inside me, anger that I was foolish enough to believe everyone. Stupid enough to not trust him. So helpless that I couldn't support him.

A/N:

Okay, this chapter had A LOT of information... it was just important to get it out of the way :)

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