Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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//farewell, friends.//

Olivia, River, Tate and I all arrive at the party that River was telling us about but the last time I went to a party with this girl I ended up in a relationship with a curly haired boy she knows who I let have my virginity and now I'm currently walking into these doubled doors of a frat house with her and I instantly smell the liquor once the door is opened and I'm inside.

There's no time to waste when I make myself at home and follow Tate into the kitchen as I grab a plastic red cup from the plastic bag and take the full bottle of straight vodka and pour it into my cup.

The familiar sting is through my throat instantly as I swallow the vodka. I make a sour face from not having it in my system for about four months... Ever since I met Harry I've only drunk with him like twice. The two of us had just stopped going to parties because we were too busy spending our free time with each other..

No Harry!  I remind myself as I take another gulp of the vodka in my cup.

"Whoa, take it easy man," Tate says and I laugh. "I'm having fun! Let's have fun!" I say cheerfully, trying to change my attitude. I throw my arm over Tate's shoulder "Let's go!" He says as we walk over to the pool table and someone turns the music up louder as I listen to the familiar song and I can't help but chug my drink and hold the empty cup in front of Tate as he takes the cup from my hands.

"I'm going to need another one of those asap for what I'm about to do," I say as I watch as he rushes into the kitchen and comes out within minutes and I chug the full cup and the room suddenly becomes a bit blurry and the burn is in my throat again from the alcohol. 

I begin to sing the song as I sit on the edge of the pool table and the guy who was just about to make a shot stops. I stand in the center of the pool table as I let my hips take over and move to the beat of the song. The small crowd in the room where the pool table is located begins to cheer on and I take my cup from Tate's hands and drink the rest that's left in there as I dance to the loud music being played.

A few minutes later I see Olivia standing in the corner of the room, watching me as she beings to cheer along and before I know it she's standing beside me on the pool table dancing with me.

We shout the words to the song at each other and I laugh as she joins in and we continue to dance on the pool table.

The crowd grows bigger as the songs change and I feel like I'm having the time of my life being up on this pool table singing to random strangers and dancing in front of them. 

"I live the life of the kingpin, bitch!" I yell Big Sean's lyrics although I added the 'bitch' part.

Olivia yells the music with me and we laugh and dance.

...

After hours of dancing, my legs are suddenly lifted off the pool table and I start to laugh for no reason. The crowd stops cheering as my body is over someone's shoulder and I can barely see the legs that are carrying me.

My vision tries to focus but everything is moving too fast and I can't concentrate on it.

I'm then placed on the ground but the room is spinning and I nearly tumble. I realize I'm at the top of the stairs that  I seen at the entry way when I walked in the frat houses. A pale hand with a few tattoo's  reaches out to keep me from tumbling down the stairs as I try to keep my balance.

"Who are you?" I say without even looking at their face but when I do, I wish I never did. The music is suddenly louder as I try to walk away from the curly haired boy standing in front of me.

"Lia!" A familiar voice yells as I open the door nearest to me which just so happens to be a bathroom.

I thought I had closed the door but apparently not when I realize that curly haired boy is behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing, Lia? I leave you for one day and you're drunk as fuck at a party dancing on a pool table?" He yells at me as my head takes it in probably louder than he's actually saying it as I stumble across the large bathroom and hold my hand up as I slur. "Are you my father?" I say with sarcasm full in my voice.

He sighs and I lay my head over the counter as I say, "This is what I was doing before you, this is what I will continue to do without you." I say as I hold up a finger and begin to tumble backwards and the back of my heels hit the white tub as hands are placed behind my head but my body is in the bathtub.

I realized seconds later that I had fallen in the tub but Harry placed his hands behind my head to keep me from hitting it on the wall.

I sit with my legs hanging over the bathtub and the rest of my body halfway in the tup and the upper half up against the wall.

"I'm sorry, Lia." He apologizes.

"I don't want to hear it," I cover my ears and close my eyes.

I try to stand up but I feel like I'm being pushed back down so I give up and place my hands on my thighs.

"Really, Lia. I didn't know that you were going to get drunk off your ass whenever I came here, I thought that maybe you would be at home upset over what happened. I was." He says.

"I don't give a shit, Harry. I want to be left alone. We've already broken up twice and this will just be the same recycle." I slur, knowing I messed up my words but I'm too drunk to care

This time I stand out of the bathtub and focus as hard as I can as I hear my name in the halls being yelled once again and as I open the door to the bathroom Tate stands in front of me and says, "I've been looking all over for you. River said someone took you upstairs but I didn't know-" He stops as I'm assuming he sees the curly haired boy behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Styles?" Tate asks rudely as Harry responds with the same tone.

"Came to make sure she was alright, apparently neither of you can keep an eye on her while she's fucking drunk," He says and I realize that Olivia is standing beside Tate. I lay on the floor as I ignore both of the two bickering as Olivia sits on her knee's in front of me, begging for me to stand up.

I finally do and I carefully walk back down the stairs with Olivia, holding on more to her than the railing.

I take another shot of Vodka as I let the alcohol run through my veins. I sit at the island in the kitchen and think about the curly haired boy who just came to the party.

This was supposed to be my night to get over him. I thought that maybe if I got drunk off my ass then I would completely forget about him and completely forget about being upset over him but that asshole ruined it all and showed up here as if he was here to save me. I wasn't in any danger. It's not like it's my first time getting drunk and he knows this shit.

I lay my head against the cold island counter as I sit here at probably nearly three am, upset over the one who I thought loved me.

He said he was scared of commitment but he had tattoo's all over his skin, I guess he just didn't see me as a work of art.

THE END