The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 30: One Drink Too Many, Now I'm A Babysitter

I finally manage to drag Harry into the house, into my bedroom, and sit him down on the bed. He instantly falls back and lays down. "Comfy.." he whispers. "We need to get you changed." I look at the dirty clothes pile he kept in my laundry room, and pull out his skinny jeans, black calvin kleins, and ramones shirt. I bring the stuff with me again, and I find him in my bra and underwear drawer. "Mmmm this black lace on you would look HOT." I snatch the stuff away from him, and put it back. "No." I tell him. I pull his jeans off, and he starts laughing. "What?" I ask. "You're..tryin...to..strip me aren't ya.." he says while laughing. "Sure Harry, I definently am." "I..knew you...wanted...the..d..." he says. I feel like kicking him, but maybe when he isn't drunk so that it would hurt even more. I think about having to take his boxers off, and save that for last. I pull his shirt off, and he starts to fall forward. "How many drinks did you have, Styles?" "L..ike..." He lets out a hiccup; "Eleventyseven..." He finishes. I see his torso again, and have to snap out of my wrestling daydream. I put his shirt on him, as he keeps laughing. When I adjust the shirt to fit him okay, he squeezes my butt with one of his hands. "Heyyy...stop that." I warn him. He giggles, and then, he hiccups. I kick the removed clothing into a pile, and grab the boxers. "Oh god... I whisper to myself." I close my eyes, and pull his boxers off. "Hahaha suck it katieeee" he says while laughing. I laugh at that too, and stretch out his boxers. "Harry, step in them" I have to help him step in them and I put them all the way up. "Heyyy..wedgie" he complains. I laugh, and grab his jeans. "Why put those on when I'll take them off for you, anyways?" "I'll be right back" I say, with gritted teeth as I fake a smile. I run to the kitchen and grab two cups of ice and water. I run back upstairs with nothing spilled, and I pour one down his boxers. "Oops." "Heyyyy" I splash the other one on his face, and I can tell he becomes a bit more sober by just his reaction: "What the hell?!" he comments, looking down. "Did I piss?" he asks. "No, I poured ice water down your boxers, you were drunk." "Oh..come here baby." He pulls me towards him, and he tries to kiss me, but I put his used boxers in his face. "Kiss your dirty-alcohol boxers instead, cupcake" He spits and gags in disgust and laughs. "Damn..this iced water is making me hard." he says, with a wink.  I roll my eyes and laugh, as I crawl into bed.