Cold Lips (h.s)

part two

Darcy’s POV: 

My head was pounding as I kept taking shots, and drinking whatever the hell’s in the red cups. I felt like I had to pee, so I started walking up the stairs to my bathroom. I went to the bathroom, but I felt an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. I puked my guts out. I am drinking way more when I get downstairs. I left my bathroom after brushing my teeth again. I decided to go back downstairs and find more alcohol. I grabbed the bottle of tequila and chugged as much as I could. I could barely see straight anymore. I wonder where Harry is. I felt myself about to fall over, but Harry caught me. 

“Hey beautiful,” he said smiling at me with his dimples. 

“Hey Hazza, can you take me in my room,” I slurred sloppily kissing his cheek. 

“Of course love,” He said walking up the stairs as I giggled lightly. 

When we got in my room, he laid me down. 

“Harry, please change my clothes I am uncomfy,” I said tugging at my shirt.

Harry went into my drawers before pulling out a pair of shorts and a cat tank top. He took of my shirt, then staring right into my eyes. I thought he was gonna kiss me, but he just swiped an eyelid out from under my eye. He changed me quickly, then tucked me in my bed. 

“Stay with me?” I said staring into his beautiful green eyes.