"Tara!" I ran towards her, I was so excited for her to be here. We'd grown close in our short time apart.

"How've you been love?" she smiled and gave me a little hug. We had a bit of small talk, but then Louis appeared on a balcony, and the moment she saw him, she dropped all her luggage and ran for the house. This left me, the one with a broken hand, to get her three suitcases inside. I was halfway up my long driveway when Harry came out front.

"Do you need help?" He chuckled at me struggling. I glared at him. I was about to say something when a car pulled up into the lower portion of my driveway. Raina and Hannah were here. Mixed emotions swirled around my head. Raina had been a bit stand off ish, and this meant more bags. Where were the boys when I needed them? I greeted the girls happily, and they all helped carry bags into the house. After assigning rooms, I showed them the house.

"What is that?" Hannah asked? She was pointed to the huge white board on the kitchen counter.

"Oh," Niall said with a mouthful of food, "Those are the house rules. Make sure you follow 'em," he laughed and strolled out of the kitchen like he owned the place, doing some odd dance, I shook my head and laughed.

"Who had sex?" Raina asked, giving my an accusing glance.

"Oh, uh," I awkwardly nodded towards Niall who was still shaking his butt down my hallway singing a song to himself, and making faces at his sandwich, and apparently listening to us.

He turned around, shimmying about, and giving Hannah and Raina a thumbs up. He made this face that read "That's Right Bitches" and then actually left.

"These boys are so weird," I laughed and went to the fridge….empty. I was going to kill that boy.

"I'll be back!" I announced to the house, if only it had been that easy.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, only allowing his head and neck out of the doorway, he was naked. I rolled my eyes, as slowly all the other house occupants' heads emerged from different doorways and from over the open third level.

"Niall ate all the food," I sighed, I just wanted to get there and get back.

"TRIP TO THE FOOD STORE," Louis screamed, jumping into the hallway and making everyone jump.

"We'll get mobbed," Sara sighed. The boys all smiled in unison.

"Boys, get your disguises," Liam declared, turning back into the room, as did the other boys. Oh lord.

"This wig makes my head itch," Harry whined in my ear as I tried desperately to get my items quickly. People were starting to stare, and the fact that Louis was riding the cart around the store like a scooter with Niall in the basket probably wasn't helping us stay unnoticed. Liam strolled casually behind me with Hannah, actually being semi-normal. This was only the second day after my parents had left. Oh lord.

I heard murmurs and whispers from the backseat, but I wouldn't allow myself to take my eyes off the road, even though I was starting to get a bit tired, and my eyes battled the urge to close.

"G, can we make one more stop please," Harry cooed from the back. I was suspicious, but I didn't feel like interrogating them. I nodded. "Turn left up here." I obeyed his directions. One glance in the rearview mirror, and all of them were smiling. This is not good.

*Roughly two hours, and five bottles of liquor later.

"Goodnight boys, girls," Liam said, walking towards the spiral staircase that led upstairs, "Hannah, please drink responsibly," he sighed.

"Stop your worrying Liam, I'm a big girl," she laughed, waving her hand at him. Judging by his expression, she'd hurt him, but deep down he knew it was just the alcohol talking.

"Alright, well I'll see you all in the morning then," and with that he was gone, and soon we heard snores coming from his room, and also from Raina's who'd decided to stay out of the night's festivities. I was sprawled across my couch, head in Harry's lap. I looked up at him through hazy eyes, and I couldn't think right. Nothing was clear.

"Ah, I love your hair," I giggled, reaching up to grab one of his curls, missing the first time, but managing to grab one the next try. I was so far gone. Harry just laughed at me. Music played from the stereo and a whole new round of laughter burst from my chest when I saw Niall dancing again.

"I've got an idea," Sara voice was high pitched and slurred to the point of not being able to understand her, judging by the total of empty bottles around us, I think it's safe to say that we've all passed the legal limit.

Tara stretched over the couch, upside down, but she could see Sara, "What?"

Sara smiled, "Let's go skinny dipping," everyone's faces lit up in unison.

Harry was up and out the door in second, screaming the whole way. The alcohol clouded my judgment and I found myself following them out. Harry of course was already naked and waiting. I laughed and he gave me a "seductive" face, which made me laugh even harder. As the others stripped and jumped in, carrying on and having a good time, I remained on the deck, fully clothed. Even drunk I was a kill joy.

"You've got to be naked to go skinny dipping love," Harry laughed, and lust twinkled in his eyes. I smiled, but this seemed wrong. Something wasn't right. My thought were interrupted by the worst scream I'd ever heard in my life. I thought my ears were about to bleed. I pushed Harry out of my way, so I had a clear line of vision to the pool.

"Oh, shit," Tara laughed. Then I saw her. Hannah, oh my God. Then I screamed.

"Harry, Harry, go wake Liam, now," I shoved him towards the door. Why wasn't anyone else comprehending the situation. "Tara, get your ass out of my pool and call an ambulance." she just stared at me, her eyes glazed over, and I could tell her attention was far from me.

"I got it G," Sara said, her voice quivering as she hoisted herself from the pool, grabbing a towel and jogging inside. I was frantic, and although it felt like a million years had passed, it'd only been a few seconds.

"During the stress reaction process, your body gives off adrenaline, giving you the ability to do things you wouldn't normally be able to do."

These words, said by my 9th grade health teacher, is what rang through my head as I dove to the bottom of my pool to retrieve Hannah's body. Despite the water pressure I could still hear Liam's scream from the pool deck, and it was laced with anger, pain and every other emotion in the book.

I was able to surface with Hannah in my arms, and Liam was there immediately to pull her onto the deck. At that moment, we realized that we were fucked. Royally fucked.

"No pulse," Liam choked.