RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝟎*

Harry's POV.

Harry!" Alana squealed and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me. Poor thing had to stand on the tips of her toes to do it too.

Thinking on my feet, I grabbed her hips and kept her from falling down. She has a bottle of alcohol in her hand. She pulled away from me and tried to drag me towards the bar and when I resisted she started to dance in the middle of the bar making me chuckle

"Let's go, Alana," I said, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. "Time to go home."

Alana tugged on my hand, pulling me back. "Oh, come on! The party's just getting started!"

"Alana..."

She grabbed my other hand too and leaned in to whisper, her breath reeking of vodka. "You can join us." she pointed towards the bar where two men sat.

Instead of getting mad, I snorted. "No thanks."

"Your loss," she flashed a big drunk-happy smile and turned away to rejoin her hunks.

Alana was wasted, and I knew from experience that she would remember almost nothing the next day, but those two guys would, and they would talk. I should have been jealous by the fact she has been drinking with strangers but I am not. I know what she is going through and I know she doesn't have any intention of flirting or anything with them.

I yanked her away from the stool. "We're leaving before you make a spectacle out of yourself."

Alana stumbled behind me as I led her down the hall. "But I don't wear glasses!"

I laughed at that because she was absolutely serious. It was times like this that I really had to wonder why we were together. She was gorgeous, and she knew it.

"You're such a party-pooper," Alana whined as I shoved her into my car.

"Whatever," I grumbled, starting the car. "You can't just leave and disappear for hours, baby girl. I got worried"

Alana screwed up her face, squinting her glazed-over eyes. "Are those the two dweebs you work with that are always hitting on me?"

What?

I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God."

We were on the road less than a minute when she changed the radio station.

Back at our apartment, I put my shoulder under Alana's arm and helped her up the stairs. I had to do a tricky balancing act to get my key in the door, but Alana helped in her own way. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, pulling my face into her ample cleavage.

"You're so sweet, coming to my rescue," she cooed.

"You're welcome," I mumbled into her boobs.

Despite the vodka on her breath, I couldn't help but notice how nice she smelled. Alana was head-over-heels for this high-end body spray that, she swears, strippers use all the time. She smelled like watermelon, and it always made my mouth water just like the real thing.

Fumbling our way into the apartment with her arm around my shoulders, she patted the side of my face with her hand. "You're my shining knight in armor."

"I think you mean knight in shining armor, Alana."

She burped all of the sudden, but the sound had a hint of vodka to it. Alana giggled, making me shake my head.

I kicked open the bathroom door and sat her down on the floor near the toilet, then got a bath going.

"What are you doing, Harry?" she asked, leaning back, her head thudding against the wall. She rubbed at the spot and moaned. "Ouuuuch."