Such An Actress [h.s]

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After going to the washroom and looking at myself in the mirror, having a drunk conversation with myself about what just happened with Harry, I made my way back to the couches.

Getting through the throngs of people back to our spot, I see the boys are still continuing the game and Harry is back right next to Kendall like nothing happened.

I decided to pull out a chair instead of sitting in my past seat to avoid Harry's glare again. Was Harry really jealous? If he was jealous he'd have to have feelings for me, which he doesn't.

I pretend like nothing happened and just chat with the guys and keep drinking. "Kie, you alright?" I hear Louis say snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bit tired," I say lying and Louis looks at me like he knows I'm not being honest.

"What happened?" Louis asks.

"Nothing Lou-" I start

"Katie! Help please Harry is really drunk and needs to go home, could you please take him?" Kendall says cutting me off.

I look over at Harry and he looks fine, a bit sloshed, but nothing out of the ordinary. He's chatting with people around him. And why me? Why should I take him home and babysit him? She's dating him, she should be the one taking care of him.

"He looks fine, if he's really all that bad, why don't you take him?" Louis says reading my mind.

"Trust me he's not, and I would take him home but there's this huge executive from Versache that wants me to talk about work for them and I can't leave," She explains.

"Fine, I'll get him home, I'm exhausted anyways," I give in and Louis gives me a look.

I know I'm being a pushover but I honestly want to leave, so it's really fine.

"Thank you, I owe you one" and she's back talking to her friends and I'm up walking towards Harry who's talking to some guy, laughing.

"Harry," I say, trying to get his attention but he's still in his conversation. I tap him on the shoulder and he then turns too look at me and his face lights up.

"Kiwi! My best friend," he exclaims and then wraps his arms around me giving me a big bear hug and that's when I realized he was pissed drunk and I definitely needed to get him home.

"Alright mate, it's time to go," I say slightly annoyed, backing away as he puts an arm around my shoulders.

"Oh no, are you mad at me?" he says whispering looking at me, "She's mad at me," he then says to the guy he was talking to.

"I'm not mad, let's go bud," I say, directing him towards the back exit where we came in. I just hope there aren't any cameras to catch a drunk Harry Styles.

"Okay," he says quietly, almost too quietly.

It was then I knew that something bad was about to happen. When drunk Harry gets quiet, it usually means he's about to vomit. So I'm rushing to get him out the door and once we get to the alley, he grabs on to the wall and pukes on the cement. Instantly I grab his long hair so it's not in his face, and rub up and down his back.

"Yeah that's it let it out mate," I say trying to soothe him and he groans puking some more.

"Stop calling me that," Harry says out of breath.

"Stop calling you what?" I ask and with that he's standing back up and I'm letting go of his hair and he steps away from me.

"Mate, bud, buddy, friend, stop calling me that," He says, sounding annoyed.

"Why would I stop calling you mate? You are my mate Harry," I say confused.

"Jesus, just forget it" and he goes over to the black SUV that's waiting for us and gets in the back seat. I followed in behind him, and asked the driver to stop at a petrol station so I could get Harry a bottle of water.

The car ride was silent, which just made me uncomfortable because my brain was on overdrive from what Harry said in the alley. Stop calling him mate? Why would he want that? The driver stops and I go to get out but I'm stopped by Harry with his hand wrapped around arm, looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes.

"Where are you going?" He asks sheepishly.

"I'm just getting some water, I'll be right back," I say and he nods and drops his hand from my arm and I sigh from the loss of contact.

I come back from buying a water bottle for myself and him, and when I open the door Harry is asleep with his head smushed against the window. I poke him so he can wake up, and he does and I hand him the water bottle for him to drink and he does taking big gulps. He then twists the cap back on and holds the bottle to his chest and drops his head down to my lap and falls asleep again.

I'm a bit startled, but not surprised because Harry gets a bit cuddly when he's drunk. I start playing with his hair petting his head and I hear him hum, and I want to bottle that sound.

We get back to his place, him with his arm around my shoulder, leaning his weight on mine to keep himself steady. I get him upstairs and in bed, I take off his shoes and he just goes under his duvet in his clothes. I set a bin by the side of the bed in case he has to throw up again. I make my way to the door, when I'm stopped by a sleepy Harry.

"Kiwi?" He asks and his tone reminds me when we were kids.

"Yes Harry?" I ask.

"Can you stay with me tonight? Like old times?" He asks.

Harry and I used to have countless sleepovers when we were kids. Somehow always ended with him on top of me, suffocating me. After a certain age we stopped because well... puberty I guess.

"Sure Harry, let me change I'll be right back." I say and head to the guest room and grab a t-shirt and sleep shorts.

When I make my way back in his room and get under his duvet I realize he changed and is in only his boxers. This was gonna be a long night.

In bed now, I curl away from him, my back facing him, he makes a grumbling noise, "Kiwi?" He asks again.

"Harry?" I ask back.

"Can you spoon me?" He asks like he's 10 years old again and my heart melts.

"Sure, alright" and I turn over and scoot closer to him and pull his back to my chest and my arm snakes around his torso. Last time I did this I didn't have boobs and we were in his twin sized bed.

"Thank you, Kiwi" He says and hums to himself and I feel him fall asleep in my arms.

I however am still awake, or at least trying to stay awake because I want to live in this moment forever. My eyelids feel heavy and before I know it, I'm asleep. Dreams of myself in Harry's arms take over.