My hand groped around on my couch bed, feeling around for Harry. The realization hit me, once again. He was in my dreams last night, why was this happening? Why can't I just forgive him?

Oh right, he doesn't love me.

Maybe today will be the day I find someone new. Maybe, just maybe, my life won't be such a total mess anymore. I can find someone who will love me, care for me, and always be there when I need him.

Tonight, I'm going to the club.

I texted Emily and Perrie, and they responded immediately, agreeing to go.

We would meet up at the club later tonight, and I'll find someone new.

I'm not really the type of girl who likes partying and drinking, but I'm looking for a new life, a change from my old boring one. This is my chance.

~~~

My hands shook as I tried applying eyeliner, after a couple attempts, I succeeded. It was almost time to leave for the club, and I was nervous.

I had on a black dress, it was short, but it was the only dress I had that hid the bandage on my side. I wouldn't be dancing tonight, but I'd at least try to meet someone. There were slits in the back, which I didn't like, but Emily was with me when I bought the dress, and she said it would look cool on me.

'Let's do this.' I think to myself.

~~~

I finally arrive in front of the building, and I can hear the music from outside.

The buff man at the door lets me in, and I immediately start looking around for Perrie and Emily.

I push my way through all the people, sitting down at an empty seat by the bar. I finally catch a glimpse of Perrie's blonde hair, and wave them over to me.

"Hey!" Perrie and Emily say in unison.

I hug them as a greeting and they sit down on either side of me.

"So, how are you? I heard you were in the hospital!" Perrie asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Hey, you wanna dance?" I look over just as Emily walks away, hand in hand with some guy.

"So, how are you and Zayn? Will I ever get to meet him?" I shout over the pulsing music.

"We're really great! And actually, there's a party tomorrow at his house, if you wanna make the scene."

I consider this for a moment, not liking the idea, but I'm a new person now. I need to try new things, so I accept.

~~~

Perrie had wandered off a while ago, so I was left alone.

I take that back.

I'm aware of a new presence on my right, and I look over to see a guy staring at me.

"Hey baby, what's your name?"

"Uh, Meadow. What's yours?"

"Tyler." He smiled. He was really attractive. He had short but messy brown hair, and blue eyes. He would've looked nerdy, if he wasn't so good looking.

"Well, you wanna dance?"

"Sure!" He grabs my hand, leading me into the crowd.

Moments later, my hands are clasped behind his neck, his hands on my sides. I had told him about my injury, and he made sure not to hurt me. We had gotten to know each other a bit, he was from Missouri, but he came here a few months ago. I told him about what I liked to do; photography, reading, writing. He liked the same things.

***HARRY'S POV***

"Come on mate, we're going!"

"No."

"Yes! Harry, you need to get out of the house, you haven't done anything all week!"

I groan.

"Fine." Niall had been begging me all day, not leaving me alone until I agree to go with him to some stupid party.

When we arrive at the huge house, I follow Niall inside, through all the groups of drunk people, and into the kitchen.

"Here mate." Niall hands me a drink.

This will be a long night.

***MEADOW'S POV***

Last night was amazing.

Tyler was the sweetest guy I'd ever met. We liked all the same things, and at the end of the night, I invited him to the party Perrie told me about. He accepted.

It was about time to leave for said party, and I was almost completely ready. I didn't want to be too dressy, mostly because I wasn't in the mood. I settled on a graphic tee shirt, skinny jeans, and my Sperry's. I left my hair in a ponytail, and sat on the steps reading, waiting for Tyler to come pick me up. I had called him last night, after I got back home, and told him the directions to my house, and the one's to Zayn's party. I was excited to meet Zayn, from the way Perrie talked about him, he seemed nice enough.

I heard the doorbell.

"Hey!"

"Hi!" Tyler says, also giving me a hug, "You look beautiful, are you ready?"

~~~

We walked into the huge house, hand in hand, pushing our way through everyone. We found our way to the kitchen, grabbing drinks.

"Meadow!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. It was Perrie.

"Hi! So glad you could make it! Who's this?"

"Tyler Smith, and who are you?" Tyler and Perrie shook hands.

"I'm Meadow's friend, Perrie. So, interested in meeting Zayn?" The last part was directed towards me.

I nod my head, and Tyler lets go of my hand, putting his arm around my shoulder, in return, I move my arm around his waist. Perrie wanders off to find Zayn, and a distinct memory pops into my mind.

"What's the name?" He had black hair and a very nice jaw. Very nice indeed.

"Meadow." I responded. He made his way over to me until he was merely inches away.

"I'm Zayn. You don't seem like the partying type... Meadow." He had a big smirk, and he looked me up and down.

"Uhh... Okay...?" I wasn't sure how to respond, and he started moving his face closer. I stepped back, trying to get away from him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to make him quit.

"Come on, just one kiss?"

"No I have a boyfriend..."

"So?" He was really getting on my nerves.

"So leave me alone!" I turned to walk away, but I only got a few steps before he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. His breath blew in my face, filling my nostrils with the smell of Vodka.

"Feisty and resistant. Just the way I like 'em." His smirk grew bigger and I felt the urge to smack it right off his face.

He moved quickly, but I sensed what he would do, so before his lips touched mine, I turned my face and his lips connected with my cheek. Before he could try kissing me again, I heard his voice.

"Get the hell away from her!" Harry.

Zayn backed up letting go of my arms.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't know she was yours." I could see him thinking hard to come up with a believable alibi so Harry wouldn't beat the shit out of him.

"Get out of here, now!" Harry was fuming. I could see his muscles tensing under his white shirt, his fists clenching. Without a second thought, Zayn ran back to his friends, stepping behind a really buff guy.

What if this was the same Zayn? I shouldn't be afraid of him, he was just letting his drunken thoughts get in the way, but for some reason I was terrified.I missed the comforting protection Harry gave me. I moved closer to Tyler, but I still didn't feel the same. Ty did have some muscles, but he wasn't Harry. No one was. Except Harry.