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graduation

"Harr-y!! Harr-y!! Harr-y!!" The graduating class chanted as Harry Styles consecutively downed six more shots of vodka, on top of other copious amounts of mixed drinks.

The eighteen year old slammed the last glass down and his classmates cheered and roared with laughter, all while he struggled to stand up on his own. His throat was on fire and his head was spinning, but he didn't care. He wanted to drink to forget.

He was going to university. Fuck, he was leaving. He was leaving his friends and family and everything he's ever known. Harry was scared.

By now, he could feel the alcohol swallowing him up and engulfing him in a blanket of warmth. The middle of his chest felt heavy, but it was understandable. He was upset.

It seemed like everything was in slow motion. The music was fading in and out as he pushed past several of his other drunk classmates. He could have sworn he heard someone calling his name but he couldn't be bothered. He just needed to get outside.

Harry tumbled out onto the porch, removing his hand from his mouth and tilted foreword with a dry gag.  The drunk teen coughed a few times, then leaned forward and gripped the railing, heaving most of the alcohol and pizza he had consumed tonight into an empty flower pot below.

A group of girls squealed in disgust and hurried away, laughing as Harry promptly doubled over and heaved again. He pulled his loose curls back again before he spit, feeling a much needed hand be placed on his shaking frame.

"You okay?" He heard the voice ask. He didn't even have to look up to know it was Louis, Harry's best friend. Someone else he was leaving.

"M'fine, Louis." Harry slurred, feeling tears prick his eyes. Louis was quick to position himself in behind his best friend in an attempt to shield him from further embarrassment.

"Harry, what are you doing? What are you doing here?" Louis asked, quite flustered that Harry had gotten himself drunk.

Yes, Louis was here as well, but all in good fun. Louis wasn't there to get drunk, he wanted to say bye to his friends too before he left for Cambridge, but Harry was the one he wanted to speak to the most before the night ended.

Harry took in a shaky breath and began to wipe his tears.

"I don't know, Louis." Harry sighed, not wanting to look him in the eye. And truthfully, he didn't know. He didn't know why he came. He didn't know why he had gotten so smashed. He didn't know why he was letting himself be so upset.

Louis could only look at Harry for a second longer in silence before the curly haired boy began to really cry. Louis stood there, stunned, watching Harry fall apart in front of him.

Louis' expression softened, reaching up to wipe away Harry's tears and pull him into a hug. Harry completely broke down and let Louis hold him, all while he kept apologizing.

"C'mon then." Louis comforted, now practically holding Harry's intoxicated body upright as he continued to mutter drunk apologies. By now, people were beginning to stare and Louis gathered his best friend and made their way to his car.

Just as they reached the car, Harry groaned and all but fell onto his knees, practically dragging Louis with him. Not a moment too soon, Harry immediately brought up a thin stream of pink-tinted sick.

By now, Harry couldn't be bothered to do anything with his hair and it remained in the way, making things one thousand times more difficult.

"Hey, it's alright, love. Let's get you home." Louis shushed when Harry began to apologize again.

It was going to be a rough night for both Louis and Harry.

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I don't even know if you guys remember but my brother died of Leukemia in 2014 and writing has just become too difficult since then haha. I'm sorry. This will be in two parts. I love you guys.