You get drunk

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"I'll ca...ll him.." I waddle over to my friends.
"No. Don't. He'll just get more madder." she snatches for my phone but I pull it away.
"Nooo. Cause hes mad...I'll apologize. Hes my brother and I love him."
"Fine."
I dial his number and after 5 rings he picks up.
"(Y/N)?" he asks.
"Tommy. Please...forgive me."
"This is Harry." Tommy says.
"Tommy, don't play games." I mummble.
"This is Harry..(Y/N) are you alright love?"
"Harry?....Whos Harry. My names (Y/N)."
"Its Harry on the other end."
"Harry. Why did you answer Tommys phone?"
"You called my phone."
"Good. Tommyimsorryforcallingyouadick,"
"What?"
"Isaidimsorryforcallingyouadick...it was out of line and im sorry."
"(Y/N) this is Harry, your boyfriend. Love, you dialed the wrong number."
"Harry? Opps sorry. Wrong number."
"Thats alright love. Should I come get you?"
"No. No. Im fine."
"Who are you trying to call?"
"Tom."
"Tom? Who's that?"
"My brother...Tom. You know Tom."
"You're brothers name is Steven love. I think I should come get you."
"No."
"I'll be there soon." he says and hangs up.
"Who was that?"
"Tom. Duh... I need another beer."
"No, you're cut off" the bartender says.
"Buzz kill." i shout. He shrugs and I go to hit him.
"Alright. You out, now."
"No. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"I don't care. Out."
"Fine. You just lost a really good customer my friend. I hope you're happy."
"I'll live with it. Out." he orders. A big man comes over to me and drags me out of the bar.
"I got her." a familiar voice says from behind me.
"Tom?" I ask turning around.
"Harry...who is Tom?"
"My brother."
"You're brothers name is Steven. Lets get you home."
"No Tom. I don't want to go...my friends are in there."
"(Y/N), I'm Harry. Not Tom. You don't even know a Tom. Why can't you register anything."
"Tom is my brother."
"No. Steven is."
"Whos Steven."
"You're brother. Thats it, lets go home."
"Nooo."
"(Y/N), stop that." he grabs my hand and pulls me to the car.
"Let. Go." I order.
"No. You need to sleep."
"Stop." I try to jerk my arm away but it doesn't work. He puts me in the car, puts on my seat belt and locks my door.
"Harry. Let me go." I whine as he gets in the car.
"No. You're obviously way to drunk. You need to go to sleep."
"I'm not that drunk though."
"Really? Whats your brothers name?"
"....Tom" I answer.
"Steven." he corrects me. I sigh and lean back.
"Whatever...lets go home."
"Thats what I thought." he drives off.
"I'm never going to forgive you for taking me away from my friends." I fold my hands across my chest.
"First off. You got kicked out of the bar and second you're not going to remember most of this tomorrow."
"Yeah I will."
"No you won't. Just...stop it, I love you and I don't want anything to happen to you. I understand that you want to hang out with your friends but you can't get that drunk all the time. That guy was being really rough with you."
"I could have handled it."
"No you couldn't have."
"Yes. I could have."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because you showed up."
"Okay and if I didn't? That man was huge. He could have hurt you"
"Just...leave me alone."
"Cause you know I'm right."
"I said leave me ALONE!" I shout.
"Calm down. I'm sorry."
"Sure." I scoff.
"You just need to sleep and then you'll feel better in the morning."
"Why do you always force me to do stuff"
"I don't. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Hurt?! I could I get hurt spending a friday night with my friends?"
"Getting that drunk could cause something to happen. You don't know what you're doing...please stop fighting me about this. We're home."
"Good. You're sleeping on couch."
"If that's what you want." he looks me in the eyes.
"I do." I say honestly. Who is he to treat me like this? Why is attacking me like I did something wrong? I haven't. I wanted to hang out with my friends...so.
I get out and go inside the house. I run up stairs and start undressing. I slip off my tight black dress and shoes. I wipe my makeup and pull my hair into a tight pony tail. I put on a tank top and pajama pants and climb into bed, I almost turn off the lights when Harry comes in.
"What do you want?" I ask scoffing.
"Well I don't want to sleep in jeans and I need a blanket and a pillow. Relax. I know you're mad but you won't remember this in the morning and I'll try to forget it."
"Just hurry up." I order. He sighs and gets what he needs and leaves. I turn off the light and fall asleep.

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