I Think I Love You (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty One - One Stupid Drink

Dear People Who Are Ten Times Smarter Then I,

My friend held a party for all the grade 12’s a couple weeks back… Had my first beer which inspired this chapter. Don’t drink my friends. <3

Love Stephanie xoxo

Harry's POV 

November 2, 2013

After a full day of hanging with my mates I am excited to go home and chill with them some more. Stephanie has been really cool allowing us to go to her house to drink a bit and hang out after a full day of recording. Entering Stephanie's flat the boys bag on a me a bit since I already had a key to  the flat. They believe that once you get a key to your girl’s flat that means two things. You are too deep in this relationship and that the changes are tight around your wrists.

 "Harry? Where does Stephanie keep the alcohol?" I hit Zayn in the arm pointing at the bedroom. I could tell by the bedroom door being open a bit that Stephanie must have come home after shopping and went straight to bed right after.

I know from talking to Gemma after dinner Stephanie was disappointed because of something Gemma had said.  I remember calling Stephanie right after to see how she was doing. After having her explaining she was fine she recommended that she need time alone and after knowing Stephanie for so many years I know to trust her when it comes to alone time but I don’t fully trust her. Knowing her history with suicide I do make sure to check in on her. Stephanie lies in bed having her breathing take on a rhyme of it.

Making my way around the flat I finally get to the kitchen opening cabinets until I find the drinking glasses. The guys wanted to have a bit more to drink after having a couple hundred hours of working and maybe one or two shots with Simon. "For a girl who does not drink Stephanie has the best beer and wine in the world here."

Pouring Niall a glass I agree with him by mentioning, "Steffi family leaves all the wine and beer they don't want here... Never understood why but honestly I don't care."

Raising our glasses we do a quick cheers which ends with Liam dropping his glass on the floor. Afraid about what I am seeing I allow the liquid runs across the floor until it hits Stephanie's bare feet. Grabbing a towel I start to wipe the floor until it was clean. When I am done cleaning I start looking up and down at Stephanie. I could tell she had been crying by the way her eyes were slightly red and a bit puffy. Staring at me Stephanie starts to explain, "Remember when I called to say I was fine. I honestly do not know if I was telling you or myself… Ah… Gemma told me about how she made you break up with me so many years ago... I am so sorry Harry."

Wait? Did Stephanie say sorry to me for something I believe I should be apologizing for?  "Stephanie why are you apologizing to Harry? He should be apologizing to you." I smack Liam in the back of his head.

"Liam!!! Guy code... Never correct a girl especially if you believe she may be wrong." Laughing at Liam I see Louis pull Stephanie into hug. I never understood why but Louis was always the huggable one of the group. As Lou removes a strand from Stephanie’s face he politely says, “So what is up Steph?"

Grabbing Louis in a hug Stephanie puts her head on his head causing me to become a bit jealous. "Yes Stephanie, tell your BOYFRIEND what is wrong." Putting stress in the word boyfriend Louis hugs Steph tighter but everyone ignores my comment to listen to Stephanie.

"Nothing is wrong I just feel bad... So that is why I said I was sorry." Zayn slaps Stephanie’s arm causing us to laugh.

Niall interrupts the laughter by adding, "So you are saying sorry because Harry was stupid when he was sixteen... What the heck? Why does Harry always get the good relationship?"

Laughing we shake our heads we take a drink of the alcoholic liquid found in our cups. After having the lips just come in contact with my drink I throw the cup down causing the crashing glass sound to echo through the flat. The worst part was that the hitting of glass against the marble counters did not end with me. The rest of the guys did that same as I causing more glasses to sound like they were broken when they honestly weren't.

Niall automatic asks as everyone tries to clean their mouths, "What was that we were drinking?" Grabbing the bottle Stephanie starts to read the Portuguese on the side. Now that I think about it. Maybe I should have chosen something in a language I understand.

"Moonshine..." Was what came out of Stephanie’s mouth without a hint of emotion in her voice.  Stephanie continues on with no expression explaining how, "It is homemade beer wine thing. It is very strong but you guys are drinking the kinder one."

Zayn who had rushed to the sink as Stephanie spoke so he could wash his tongue out removed his head from under the tap to show his now flat hair dripping with water. "KINDER ONE!! That is impossible…"

"That was strong!! There cannot be anything worse than that?" Liam gets his turn of having his head under the sink. This causes Liam and Zayn to get into a bit of a fight over the water but that changes when Liam was smart enough to just grab the bottle of water found beside the sink. I honestly don’t know where that bottle of water came from but I think we were honestly too drunk to even see it in the first place.

Jumping off Louis’ lap Stephanie grabs a couple bottles of what I believe is water from the fridge. Handing the bottle to each of us Stephanie eyes check bottle to see if it was truly what she wanted. Once I am handed the bottle I look to see there is no label but in marker it read curador. Questioning Stephanie with my eye brows I point to the word. “Calm down Harry. It is a homemade liquid that will help after you drink any type alcohol… expect for one which is amazingly strong. The word curador means healer. It is said to heal you after having drinking something toxic better known as alcohol.”

Niall beginning the only one of the group that is over the strong liquid grabs Stephanie twirling her until they are both in front of the fridge. “Alright which one is the stronger and when am I allowed to drink it?” I am guessing Niall only heard the part about there being a stronger liquid.

Smiling Stephanie grabs a neon liquid found in an old fashion bottle. Placing the bottle on the counter we all surround the bottle watching the bubbles float to the top. It was in enchanting to watch but that could be just because of the shots I had during the night plus whatever I had recently drank. It was one of those nights.

 The sound of five extra small shot glasses landed in front of us causing us to gasp. “Alright you guys promise not to leave, right? No leaving this apartment after having this…It is way too strong... Maybe I should not let you do this.” Stephanie starts to pour the liquid causing our eyes to become even wider and glow.  “Fine… Drink it but on the sofa. If you fall over at least you will be on something soft.”

Looking at each other we all grab a shot rushing over to the sofa. This is scary but thrilling. By the way Stephanie was talking it sounded like this drink would kill us. “Some history about this drink. It is only made every ten years by my family.  After drinking this you guys are not allowed to leave. You mind is completely gone. You are farther out there then Lindsey Lohan. This liquid is the strongest liquid known to man… Well Portuguese, Brazilian, French and Spanish Men. If Italy has anything strong then it would probably kill a human.”

“Anything else?”

Stephanie pours my question until it hits her. “It is the only drink that I am unable to handle.” My eye fall to the glass. Stephanie was a really good drunk. No… She could have twenty beers and still be fine. Stephanie is the best drunk I know so hearing that this drink makes her go crazy scares me a bit.

Zayn shakes his head. “Alright let’s do this!!” Shaking her head Stephanie raises her hand watching us drink.

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Waking up in the morning I find Louis and Liam in Stephanie’s kitchen while Stephanie herself cooks breakfast for us. Looking at Liam and Louis I start to wonder why they have ice packs on their heads. As I stand up I understand why they have ice packs on their head. Stephanie grabs me just in time as I am about to fall to the floor. Placing the ice pack on my head I start to feel the headache set in.

Entering the kitchen Stephanie places me at the breakfast bar but my head is still spinning so I fall forward allowing my head to hit the marble counter. Raising my arm I say, “Next time Stephanie says that a drink is too strong we are not going to drink it. End of story.”