Don't Let Me Go // h.s.

Part 39: The Song

Harry's pov
I held on to her arm the entire time, making sure she didn't fall as we walked down the almost empty streets of Paris.

"I went out to get drunk." Kat announced.

"You did just that."

"I wanted to forget about you." She said sadly. It hurt to see her this way knowing I made her do it. I only wanted to make her smile, not get drunk.

"Did it work?" I asked curiously.

"No. But I danced." She changed the subject.

"Oh really?" I tried my hardest not to laugh. Drunk Kat was adorably funny.

"It was hard."

"Because you're drunk." I chuckled.

"Being drunk is fun." She giggled.

"Sometimes." I nodded.

"Why did you want me to leave?"

For a second I didn't know what she was talking about, but I realized she was talking about three nights ago.

"I didn't." I replied quickly.

"Then why did you say those horrible things?" She started crying.

"I don't know." I answered honestly.

"You're weird." She giggled.

"I know. You've told me." I said with a sad smile.

"I like Netflix."

"Do you now?"

"That's what I've been doing all this time." She said proudly. "I've finished 3 shows."

"Wow, that's umm... That's impressive."

"It didn't help though. I still thought of you."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." She shrugged. We were quiet for a bit until she spoke again.

"I'm drunk." She giggled.

"I've noticed."

"I'm also sad."

"Why are you sad?"

"Because you don't love me anymore."

"That's not true. I still love you."

"Nice job of showing it." She scoffed.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm drunk." She said again.

Soon enough, we reached her front door. Katrina's aunt was no where to be seen so I only hoped Kat had an extra key.

"Do you have a key?"

"Hmmm?"

"A key. Do you have the key to the house." I asked again a little slower.

"Oh! Yeah. Yup, I do." She replied.
"In your bag?"

She thought about it and shrugged handing me her bag.

I found it after digging through all her things. I never understood women and their purses.

I opened the door and she stumbled in, giggling at her clumsiness.

"Time to go to bed." I pointed up the stairs.

"But I'm not sleepy." She shook her was.

"Katrina, it's late."

"No!" She ran away giggling.

I ran after her, afraid that she would fall and hurt herself.

"Katrina stop!" I grabbed her by the waist and she squealed loudly.