Tell Me a Lie - L.S. English

~ Sixth Chapter ~

**Trigger warning drunk Harry**

"Maybe you should go home?" I heard ummm.. what's his name?
"Why?? I'm having fun!!" I said disappointedly.

"You're drunk! Please, let me take you home." I heard him say to me but I didn't care. I'm dancing now!
"Please, Harry."

How much have I drunk already?
Don't know, doesn't matter.

"No. I'm dancing now, leave me alone!" I said and continued dancing. I love this song so much!!!

Suddenly the guy who was trying to convince me to leave grabbed my waist and started leading me out of the crowded dancefloor.
"No!! Let me go! I don't want to go home!!" I said and tried to stand still but he rushed me out.

We got to the entrance and he turned to the guy who was standing in front of a lot of cool coats.
"What beautiful coats!! Can I have one?" I smiled, charmed.

"If you give me your ticket." He told me and started searching my pockets.
"It tickles!!" I giggled.
He found a small blue note the collor
of his eyes and gave it to the guy with the coats along with a green note I didn't know where he got.

"Name?" asked the guy behind the counter.
"Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson."

"Louis Tomsinon?! No!! I don't like Louis Tomilson!" I whined.
"Harry, you're really drunk. Please, just let me take you home, and you can go back to hating me tomorrow." Louis begged.
The guy came back with two coats and two bags. "Here, have a good night."
"Thank you, goodnight." Louis said and turned me to the door.

"Where are we going??" I asked in disappointment.
"I'm taking you home, Harry." Louis said and continued to push me in the street.
"Nooo!! Home is empty!"

He opened a car door and sitted me in the passenger seat, then helped me with my seatbelt.
He closed the door and entered from the other side.
"I want to drive!" I asked and Louis started the car.
"No, Harry. You're drunk. You can't drive when you're drunk." He said and started driving.
"So we won't tell anyone that I drank!!" I whispered to him and he ignored me.

"Harry, why did you drink so much? It's really dangerous." He said after a few hours of silence. Wait, hours?  How long have we been driving?

"Because drinking is fun!" I said and smiled.
are my eyes open? Hmm... no.
"No, Harry. Drinking is not good."
I opened my eyes and looked at him angrily.
"You."

"What?" He asked in confusion and glanced at me for a second.
"You. That's why I drank." I answered and crossed my arms over my chest.
"What? Why?" He sounds worried, I think.

"Don't want to go home. It's lonely there." I ignored his question.
"I know, Harry. But it's better at home."
I sat with my arms folded across my chest and was silent in annoyance.

My stomach turned.
"Louis... I don't feel well."
"Oh no! Harry, did you eat before you drank so much?" he asked still sounding concerned.
"Fries!!" I said with a smile.
"It's not enough, Harry."

"Louis, I'm going to throw up." I said as I felt the nausea rising in my throat.
"Shit shit shit shit shit" Louis muttered to himself looking for a place to park.
"Loouiiiis!"

"Shit!" He said loudly and double parked. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and then mine and jumped out.
He ran around the car and opened the door for me, helping me out and taking me into an alley.
I immediately bent down and tried not to empty the contents of my stomach on the dirty floor of the alley.

Louis held my clothes in one hand so I wouldn't barf all over myself, and rubbed my back with the other.
"I don't want to throw up, Louis!!" I complained in pain.