Hideaway [h.s]

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When we pulled up to the crowded street, I knew this was a bigger turnout then Harry expected. He parked on the side of the road, his eyes wide a bit seeing the glowing house from a few yards away. Louis house was the only one on this road, quite excluded.

We get out of the car and Harry grabs my hand, letting his big hand engulf mine.

I can hear the music already, it was very loud. People were scattered down the street and on the front yard, but no one was in a jacket. Then again, Harry wasn't wearing his jacket either.

"Why isn't anyone in the usual leather?" I ask as we walk up to the yard.

"We are trying to stay under the radar, so no Malignant jackets for a while." He tells me.

"Oh that makes sense." I nod as he keeps his fingers tightly intertwined with mine.

People stand all around smoking various things outside the house, making the air thick around us. I have a feeling it's going to be just as cloudy on the inside of this house. Harry nods at a few people as we walk by them. I can tell that everyone is just as intimidated by him as they were before.

We open the front door to see the clouded living room full of people mingling. There is a long staircase a few meters in front of the door where people stand talking and kissing. Then on the other side of the staircase is the kitchen which I can already see is full of alcohol on the counter tops.

People smoke all around, making the air a bit fuzzy but it wasn't too bad. Harry pulls me through the house with all the gang members and numerous women in skimpy clothing.

So many eyes land on Harry and I as we walk through. I can't help but catch some dirty stares from some girls when their eyes land on our hands latched together.

We walk around into the kitchen, swing Louis there pouring a drink with a joint hanging from his lips.

"Hey." Harry walks up to Louis, making him turn his head.

"Hey you made it." He mumbles between the stick dangling from his lips.

"Yeah, quite a turn out." Harry says, referring to everyone here that survived the war.

"I know, fuck this place is gonna be trashed." Louis chuckles but takes the joint from his mouth and hands it to Harry while taking a sip of his drink.

Harry places the joint between his lips and inhales the smoke, making the end light up.

"Amelia do you want something to drink?" Louis surprising asks me. I still get thrown off every time he talks to me. Louis was always the one out of the three that was never the nicest to me.

"She's okay." Harry answers for me, making me look up at him and furrow my brows together. I hate it when he answers for me.

He notices my irritation and gets taken back a bit, realizing he needs to back down a little.

"I mean.. it's up to her." Harry corrects himself to Louis.

Louis looks a bit shocked from Harry's act of surrender before turning his attention back to me, awaiting for an answer.

"I'm okay Louis thank you." I smile, peering up at Harry who half smiles a little. I won't drink if Harry doesn't want me to, but all he had to do was ask instead of answering for me.

"Alright well we need to go around and talk to people- tell them everything." Louis tells Harry.

"Mhmm." Harry hums while sucking from the joint again, letting the thick white smoke trail from his mouth to up his nose. I'm not mad at him for smoking weed, I know that it isn't a harmful drug and if anything it relaxes him. At least I'm not watching him take a line of coke.. then I'd be pissed.