Forced Happily Ever After // H.S

Chapter 3

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I take a deep breath before I wake myself up, opening my eyes slightly and feeling myself waking up in the same position I fell asleep in last night. My eyes felt dry as I sit up and I look over at the clock on the nightstand.

6.30 in the morning.

I heard some noises from the hallway and a quiet: "fucking hell." Sounds like it is Harry. Is he up, or is he going to bed?

Curiosity takes over as I get off the bed and I walk over to the door, opening it slightly and I see that Harry was sitting and leaning against the railing with a whiskey bottle in his hand.

He notices me and he looks up, getting a big smile on his face and stretches out his arms. "There she is!" He slurs. Yeah, he is mighty drunk. "My wife-to-be!" He tries to get up and I quickly walk over to him and give him support so he can stand up on his feet and he giggles.

"Let's get you to bed, Harry. "I say carefully and he looks down at me with a smirk. His hair was pretty messy and it was falling a little down his forehead. "Yeah, I agree. Let's get on with the wedding night. The usual love making of the year." He says with a giggle and I scrunch up my nose.

Does he think we are going to have the traditional wedding night after what he did with Michelle? He is crazy.

"No, you are going to sleep." I say to him. "Where is your bedroom?" I ask and he hiccups before he laughs. "It is right." He says as he grabs my pointy finger before he points it down the hall. "The last door in the hall." He says before he looks back at me.

I sigh before I take one arm around my shoulder. "Let's go." I say to him and I manage to get him with me, but he is just laughing and acting like a child which makes it difficult. "Fuck I'm supposed to be in a meeting in 3 hours." He grumbles as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

"You can't go into a meeting like this, you need sleep." I tell him as I lift his feet up on the bed and he giggles. "Sleep, you are weird Mrs. Styles." He says and I just shake my head as I get a blanket wrapped over him.

"I need to call in and say I am not coming." He slurs and fishes up his phone from his pocket and starts typing.

"I can do that for you." I say calmly and he looks at me with wide yes. "Can you?" He says and I nod. "Aw, you are s'nice." He says as he hands me the phone and yawns. "Call Mr. Cooper." He slurs before his head falls to the side, and just in a few seconds soft snores escapes his lips.

I look down at his phone and I find his contact and a Mr. Cooper. I click the phone button and it is a few rings before someone is answering on the other line: "Mr. Styles, what can I do for you?" The voice asks and I bite my lip nervously.

"Uhm, hi this isn't Mr. Styles it is his....wife. I am calling to inform you that Mr. Styles is sick so he won't attend to the meeting." I say carefully and there is silence on the other line.

"Thank you for the information, have a good day." Before I got to say anything the person hung up.

I carefully place the phone down on the nightstand, looking over at a sleeping Harry on the bed. I sigh to myself as I quietly walk out of the room and back to my own.

I take a quick shower and put on some clothes before I head downstairs. I can already smell the alcohol as I come down to the living room. There is wine bottles and beer bottles everywhere, and I mean everywhere. There is one in a plant by the tv, one in a candle light.

This is going to take forever to clean.

I head over to the kitchen and look for a bucket, but I can't find one. "Maybe there is a washing room somewhere." I mumble to myself as I walk through the kitchen and to the hall.