His Maid(Working for Him/Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 7: All Goes Down

Working for Him (His Maid) Copyright 2013 Chapter 7: All Goes Down

Kat's P.O.V.

I was feeling pretty reckless. I walked to the liquor store and bought a big bottle of golden rum. The shit's nasty but it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. The bloke working at the cashier could obviously tell I was underage but he didn't ask for any I.D. I bought the bottle and hurried out. I walked back to the park a few miles away from the mansion. It was towards Belle and Collie's neighborhoods. I pulled off the cap and took a long swig. The bitter, dark liquid slid down my throat. It burned like hell but once it reached my stomach it felt warm. I continued walking when I reached a bench. There was a person who looked awfully familiar smoking a cigarette. I took a closer look. They were bundled up in a jumper with the hood over their face. But I would know that thin frame anywhere.

"Collie?" I asked. Her head quickly shot up.

"Hey Kat," she mumbled.

"You smoke?" I asked surprised. Collie was a good girl.

"Yeah... Are you going to tell Belle and Sabrina?"

"Nope. Definitely not. Can I have one?" I asked. Oh God. Look at me. I'm turning into my mother. Drinking, smoking. Now all I needed was to get knocked up by some loser and have him leave me after having his two children.

"You smoke?" Collie asked. No not really. I just shrugged. Collie handed me one and pulled out a lighter. She lit it and I inhaled the smoke. I wanted to cough right away. But I didn't. I kept my cool. I sat beside Collie. We didn't talk. We just sat puffing and blowing out smoke. After my third time I got used to it.

"So why are you here?" Collie asks.

"I'm lost."

"Kat, you only live about ten miles away," Collie remarked.

"No I'm lost in a different sense..." I trailed off.

"Oh," Collie said quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." She nodded. We sat there for a half an hour. Collie had smoked three cigarettes.

"Kat I've got to get home. Bye I love you," She stood and waved to me as she started walking home. I watched her go. I stomped out the cigarette (it had been my second one) and went back to my rum. I had drained half the bottle when I heard footsteps. I expected whoever was walking by to keep walking but they stopped and shone a light  in my face. It was a police officer.

"Fuck," I said.

"Do you know how late it is young lady?" he asked.

"Umm.... Late?" I guessed. I was drunk. And for some reason I found him very funny.

"What are you giggling about? Miss are you under the influence?"

"High on life man," I laughed.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," I burped. He smelt my breath. I giggled and backed away.

"I'm going to take you home now."

"Take me homeeeeeeeeeee," I sang. He asked for my address and I gave it to him happily. He walked me to his car and we rode to my house in silence. Grabbing my arm, he puled me to the front door.

"Hey that hurts," I laughed. He rolled his eyes and rang the doorbell. Liam answered.

"Hello officer," he said.

"Who is it Li?" Louis quickly strode into the doorway.

"Does this belong to you sir?" he asked pulling me.