Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Twenty Two

TW: drugs, sexual content

Florence

Sarah is a keeper, that's what I had told Mitch while my arm slung over his shoulders. "She's such a great friend, Mitchy, really. So glad you ended up together," I slurred, sipping from the Manhattan Harry had gotten me earlier.

Where is my precious man anyway?

My eyes searched the room in search of Harry, I soon found him, being bothered by some people. I don't know if he was bothered actually, alcohol made my judgement clouded.

So I made my way through the crowd, my hand wrapping around Harry's once I had found him. "Sorry girls, need to talk to my husband really quick," I smiled and took him with me before they even got a chance to complain.

Harry smiled at me, thankful that I saved him on his night off. I brought him back to our group of friends, pushing my drink in his hands. He eyed me with raised eyebrows, asking me why I was handing him my drink. "I'm getting tipsy," I mumbled against his ear, my lips pressing against his earlobe lazily.

Drunk me was affectionate. Really affectionate.

Harry's hands rested on my hips, pushing me back only a little so he could look me in the eyes. His grin matched mine, but he seemed more put together than me anyways. "Yeah, you look a bit drunk," He smiled, pushing our hips together while he swayed them together to the music.

I sighed in relief against him and my hands raked through his curls while we danced together. I tripped over my own feet, Harry immediately steadying me. "Watch out," He grinned, pressing our bodies close together. "You really are tipsy."

"You know I'm a lightweight," I responded, pecking my lips quickly against his. And then again. Have I told you how affectionate I am? "But it's almost over I think."

"Sure," He snorted, his pointer finger tracing itself onto my cheek. His eyes were a little glossy due to him having a few drinks. He leaned closer, locking our lips together. His lips tasted like the Manhattan cocktail I had earlier and I loved the taste of it.

He managed to push our bodies even more together than they were before, his teeth bit into my lower lip softly before he deepened the kiss. His hands slid all over my body and I didn't care that we were in the middle of a dancefloor.

I wanted to get lost in this moment with Harry, but all of a sudden I saw episodes of our baby. His closed eyes and his silent body. I saw the way Harry held him with tears in his eyes and the way he looked at me.

Harry pulled back from me, his eyebrows furrowing when I became unresponsive to his kiss. "What's going on?" He seemed worried about me.

"Nothing," I stammered, pushing his hands away from my body and taking a run for it. I searched for the toilets, barging in without a second thought. I locked myself up in one of the stalls, throwing my head back as I let the tears fall from my eyes.

The memories in my head replayed themselves over and over again. I knew it was due to my alcohol consumption.

I was mad at myself for crying. I've failed Harry and myself again. I promised him tonight would be a normal night, stress-free and I  couldn't even do that.

I wiped away my tears, but it was no use because not even a minute later there were new, fresh tears.

I stayed in the toilet stall for way too long, eventually, even Harry texted me to ask me where I was. I got myself together, wiping away the tears before stepping out of the toilet stalls with a heavy sigh.

I stood in front of the mirror, watching my red-rimmed eyes. My mascara was smudged and my hair was an absolute mess. I puffed out a breath, getting rid of the black patches before putting my hair back in its place.