blink; closed.

Matty pushed through the crowded living room of the house party that was currently under way, too many drunk kids, too loud music or maybe it was just that he had drank too much, maybe smoked too much too. He slowly trekked upstairs, finding an empty room and closed the door behind him, muffling the music downstairs, he just needed to lie down for a second, stop the room from spinning. He fell across the empty bed in some spare room, the sheets cool on his flushed skin.

@ healysquad

[ Somehow I forgot about this So sorry, I'll reply after school tomorrow, okay? ]

[its ok! i wasnt sure if you still wanted to play or just got busy and stuff which is all fine so i wasnt gonna push! but ok! sounds good!]

out of control parties were never the young high-schoolers scene; in fact parties were something harry stayed clear of. he was a boring fellow, the type of lad who much preferred staying in with a good book in hand. who needed alcohol when there was literature? that was his argument, as weak as it was, but still his friends - louis and liam - had insisted. he needed to get out more. just because his parents were wealthy didn't mean he needed to shut himself, they would whine. so finally, reluctantly, he agreed to attend the party.

he didn't know the neighborhood, or even the host. it wasn't in his cozy suburb, no, it was somewhere on the outskirts of the city. how did his friends even know these types of people? he wasn't prejudice, but he knew his friend's parents wouldn't appreciate knowing who their children spent their saturdays nights with. the house was warm, the bitter smell of an assortment of booze assaulting poor harry's nostrils. the music was loud - two seconds in and the poor freshmen already had a headache. what was the appeal to all of this? wordlessly his friend, liam, handed him a drink. "loosen up," he ordered with a grin before disappearing into the crowd of grinding bodies. cautiously harry took a small sip of the liquid, his noise wrinkling with instant disgust. oh how it burnt! he made a soft coughing noise, but none the less allowed his small hands to carefully circle the circumference of the red cup, his green eyes taking in his surroundings.

he didn't like this, but he knew he couldn't leave. louis was his ride home, his home to stay at afterwards. discarding the cup on a coffee table he began to carefully push his way through the crowd of sweating bodies, his cheeks flushing whenever he would come into contact with wandering hands, "excuse me," he muttered, his voice soft but genuine each time he would collided with another. he couldn't stand the heat coming from the mass - once at the staircase he practically bolted, his cheeks still warm. gently he knocked on the first door he saw, his teeth catching his plump lower lip. hearing no objections he pushed the door open, his eyes widening when they took note of the body. "i'm so sorry," he apologized, he was half hoping he found the bathroom - but at least he didn't walk in on a couple. "are you okay?" he questioned with a small frown as he stepped into the room, leaning his back against the door as he closed it behind him.

[ i hope this isn't too terrible~]

@ healysquad

Matty rolled over and slowly pulled himself up, looking to the person who had just entered the room and Matty didn't recognize him, rubbing a hand over his face trying to sober himself up."Shit. Is this your room? I can go if you need me too? I couldn't find a bathroom and it's just quiet and-" Matty probably wasn't making any sense, his head was too fuzzy and the music was still going on and he needed to find George or Hanns and get out of here but only if he actually care enough to move his legs.

He looked up at the kid before him because he was mostly all limbs, probably some freshman or something, wondered if he knew anyone here or just crashing but Matty couldn't deny that he wasn't cute and had a nice looking mouth, that all in all interested Matty.