THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE.

"Will you not give me a birthday surprise like last time?" Harry asks sitting up on the bed with his elbows supporting his weight as he gazes at me with droopy eyes.

I stand near the door,silently taking off my heels and trying my best to act like I can not hear him. What else am I supposed to do anyway. I don't know what was the surprise present given to him on last birthday, judging from how perverted Harry is, it must have been sex and I'm sure as hell not having sex with him, not ever.

"Is that a no?" Harry questions again and I look up from my feet to him. He's still sitting up with support of his elbows, a pout present on his lips as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

"Later Harry." I tell him as I walk towards the bed to take off his shoes and to examine his face closely.

Harry frowns at my response and lays down on the bed again, his long curls fanning out on the mattress. Since I cannot use both of my hand to take off his shoes, I struggle with it and Harry decides to make it even more difficult by moving his legs away from me, everytime I try to pry his shoes off. After a few minutes, I finally succeed in taking them off. With my breath coming out in pants after all the effort I've put in just getting rid of Harry's shoes, I climb onto the bed, shuffling closer to him so that I can have a good look at the damage that has been done to his face.

I muster up some courage and grabs his chin in my hand, slowly turning his head to a side and frown when I see a bruise forming on his cheek. His lips are swollen and there's a deep cut on the bottom one which is still bleeding and lets just not talk about the blood that has run out of his nose.

It amazes me how calm he looks after getting so many injuries.

"Aren't you in pain?" I ask him, moving my hand away from his chin and bringing it back to my side while I wait for him to respond.

Harry lets out a small chuckle at my words and his response shocks me to no extent.

"Come sit on my face, let me make you feel good." He says causing me to gasp at his sudden suggestion. He's totally out of his mind right now, that I'm sure of.

Deciding that it will be better if I just tend to his wounds rather than asking him anymore questions and getting irrelevant, pointless and dirty responses, I get off of the bed and make my way towards the bathroom.

Walking in, I gape at it's size in surprise, it's even bigger than my entire room back at my parent's home. Holy hell, these people are so filthy rich. I run my eyes over the beautiful interior before my eyes fall onto the cupboard at the very corner of the bathroom. Walking over to it, I open one cabinet after another in search of the first aid kit. I find it in the fourth one, a white box with a red plus sign on it, making it very clear that it is indeed the box I've been looking for. Taking it out, I throw off the lid to make sure that it's got all the stuff I will need and of course there's everything present in it, moreover, the stuff looks new, like it's never been used or even touched before.

With a sigh, I put the lid back on and mentally prepare myself to interact with drunk Harry. I've dealt with him when he was happy, sad and angry even but it's the first I'll be dealing with the drunk one and I don't know what to expect.

"Hey Harry." I try to grab his attention as I stand at the side of the bed with the first aid kit in my hand.

A few seconds pass in silence with me standing there like an idiot and Harry staring at his palm before he finally decides to speak up.

"Have you figured it out yet?" He says, his words coming out slower than usual due to his intoxicated state.

"Figured out what?" I ask him hesitantly, furrrowing my eyebrows at his sudden question.