Nerd || H.S

Chapter 6

"Niall?! What are you doing?!" Harry voiced loudly to the blonde man who I had already guessed was called Niall. We both strolled closer as Harry swiftly locked his car and put the keys into his back pocket.

Niall's light blue eyes were hazy, a glassed effect. His blonde hair was ruffled as short strands fell slightly over his forehead and his eyes squinted at the bright exposure to light.

"Oh hello lad." Niall's prominent Irish accent slurred. His hand lifted the large bottle of what looked like beer into the air as if he was doing a toast and rapidly raised the glass to his mouth and took a great swig of the potent alcohol. As he drank hastily from the bottle, a small droplet of liquid formed in the corner of his mouth and slid down his chin.

A small crease appeared between Harry's eyebrows as he frowned and I did the same, confused as to what was happening.

"What the hell happened to you?!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his left temple. "Oh just been down the pub with the boys and that." Niall's speech was indistinct as he wobbled on his feet and almost fell backwards, steadying himself before taking another small gulp of his beverage.

"Um, I think you've had enough of that." Harry snatched the bottle out of Niall's firm grip and threw the glass into a box full of old cardboard and cans of drink beside Harry's large wooden front door. "Hey!" The blonde called out, frowning, tugging his white t-shirt down over his dark blue skinny jeans, stumbling slightly.

I chuckled at Niall's drunk child-like reaction to the lack of alcohol in his reach. "Do you want some water? Niall, we need to get you sobered up." Harry stated as he guided the drunk through his door and into the large living room as I followed.

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Through this event, I stayed almost silent as I found myself shuffling my feet against the fluffy clean carpet of Harry's apartment whilst sat on one of his comfortable sofas.

My bag weighed heavy on my shoulder as some of it rested on the arm of the couch, my science textbooks taking up almost all of the space in my shoulder bag. Dealing with a drunk Irishman tells me that Harry and I wouldn't be getting very much studying done anytime soon.