Malefactor [H.S.]

42

tw: emetophobia (vomiting)

Riley and Niall must be terrible influences because whenever I'm around them, I always end up drunk.

We finished dinner a few hours ago. The casual drinks everyone had eventually turned into the three of us consuming more and more. Zayn decided to play bartender by making everyone's drinks tonight, but when the three of us wanted to keep going after he and Harry had stopped, Zayn decided to cut us off as if he was an actual bartender.

In theory, a good plan, but in actuality, terrible. Because the second Zayn went back into his house since we were semi-drunk and annoying him, Niall took over and became our bartender for the remainder of the night. This made everything worse because Niall doesn't know how to make drinks, resulting in him pouring the highest amounts of alcohol possible into our drinks.

The four of us are sitting inside the living room of the house Niall and Riley are staying in. I'm by far the drunkest, Niall and Riley being sloppy but not terrible, while Harry's pretty much sober. I can tell we're annoying him just like how we annoyed Zayn into leaving, but he's stuck around to watch us for whatever reason.

My glass filled with some random drink that probably doesn't really exist is sitting on the coffee table, practically calling my name. I eye it, my mouth watering as I think about having another sip or two.

Harry must see me eyeing it because he reaches over and snatches it before I get the chance, earning a loud protest from me.

"No," I whine. "Harry, that's mine. Niall can make you your own."

"You don't need anymore," he tells me, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. I groan into the air as I watch him pour it down the drain, setting the empty glass down inside the sink.

"You're a dick," I curse, standing up from the couch he and I were sitting on together. On wobbly legs, I cross over to where Riley sits alone on the smaller couch since Niall's on one of the armchairs. "I'm not sitting with you anymore."

"You're gonna throw up if you keep drinking," he attempts to reason with me but I don't want to hear it. I shake my head, holding my hand up so he knows to stop talking. He laughs at my gesture, which just aggravates me further.

"You can leave like Zayn if you're not gonna have fun."

"Oh, because I'm not letting you get alcohol poisoning in a foreign country?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Yup."

"Okay, I'll leave," he gives in. "I'm gonna go shower and when I come back, you're coming with me."

"I'm not, I'm sleeping here tonight."

Riley smiles at my words, throwing her arm around my neck and pulling me into her. "Good. I've missed you, Camden," she sighs. "I wish you weren't being stalked so we could still live together."

We both laugh at her statement, far too drunk for either of us to fully take in the heaviness of her words.

Harry shakes his head, opening the fridge. I sit up, hopeful he's gonna take out some of the alcohol in there and give it to me, but when he pulls out a water bottle, I frown. Carrying it over, he opens it and thrusts it into my hands. "Drink this."

He leaves without saying anything else, and the second he's gone from sight, I loudly proclaim, "God, he's annoying."

"He's fucking whipped," Niall chimes in, Riley and I turning our heads to look at the same time. "What'd you do to him, Cam?"

"What do you mean?" I frown, assuming he means it as a bad thing.

"Harry's a whore," he laughs, the adjective making Riley and I burst into a fit of giggles the moment we make eye contact. "He is! Was. Whatever. But you've got him whipped."