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2.12 Drunk

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me! Louiis." Mr. Tomlinson sounded intoxicated or overly excited about something. I hoped it was the latter. "Let me in, darling!"

"The door is open," I muttered. He stumbled inside. He reeked of alcohol. I shrugged my arms in front of my chest. "How come you have decided to bless me with your lovely presence?"

"Tommo is here to crash the partyyyyyyy!" He sounded like a teenager.

"What do you want, Tommo?" I asked him. I could not decide whether I was amused or annoyed by his behaviour.

"I see two of my b.itches in the cluuuub, I know they know about each other, WHAT'S UP! I think these b.itches tryna set me up maybe I'm just paranoiiid," Mr. Tomlinson started singing. It was an odd tune to be singing. Then he continued with another one, "I only hit it two times now she blow it up my phoneeeee I think shorty loves me, but I don't love them h.oes!"

"What is wrong with you, Tomlinson?" He was acting outside the norm. He started waving his hands around, and dancing some sort of dance.

"Sing along now, I got them side side side side b.itch issues!!! Man, I got them side side side b.itch issues!!!!" he sang on top of his lungs. Oh god. He was acting crazy. I had to find Theo, he probably knew what to do with him.

"You know that I hate my wife now?" His mood abruptly shifted. He still sounded different.

"I thought you loved her again because she told you she loved you so much," I dragged my words out.

"We tried having s.ex! You know we did. I almost could not do it. I did not." He laughed. "She disgusted me. I wanted to be like 'Hey, wife! I will show you who runs this!' but I could not... Why can't she be the way I want her to be? Why so fake? Huh?"

I had never heard Mr. Tomlinson talk so messy.

He continued, "Three days. She tried everything. Three f.ucking days. I was acting, Pearlie. Best actor in the house! I think my s.perm loves you, Pearlie. Only you."

What do I do, laugh, or cry hysterically?

"Why are you here? Where is your wife?" I asked him. "Don't you have some business to attend to with her?"

"She gooone. Baby girl you're gooooneeee. The truth remains you're gooone," he started chanting again.

"What are you, ten?"

"Nah. I am thirty five, b.itches! I love oldies. (A/N to them the songs are oldies - over 100 years old haha) Do you love oldies, Pearlie? Oldies sure love you," he mumbled. (a/n I hope I have not told you how old he is in the earlier chapters he because I really want him to be 35)

I walked outside of my room and started looking for Theo. I found him in his office near the entrance of the house. I swore I could hear Mr. Tomlinson's chants from my room.

"He is drunk, Theo. I do not know what to do with him. He keeps singing and saying weird things," I informed him.

Theo immediately said, "Go back to your room. I will get him something to sober up."

"Does he drink often?" I asked him.

"Only when he is very upset about something."

I ran back to my room to find Mr. Tomlinson with one of my skirts in his hands. He had opened the closet and was messing it up.

"Lovely thing!" He talked to the skirt. "You understand me, Pearlie, right? You were made for this!"

"Mr. Tomlinson?" I carefully asked.

"Oh sh.it. I thought... Pearlie?" He was not making any sense.

"Would you please calm down?" I stepped closer to him. He put the skirt back into the closet and shut it.

"Pearlie. You are so soft. Your softness makes me hard. Oh sh.it."

I did not want to mess with him in that state, I was overwhelmed and scared. I looked into his eyes and saw sadness, not only drunkenness.

"Mr. Tomlinson, please, stop talking. I want to help you here. You are only driving me away," I told him.

"Do not call me Mr. Tomlinson, Pearlie. That is so f.ucking hot," he mumbled.

"Louis, please, stop talking and sit down!" I pointed to my bed. I surprised myself by the tone of my voice and to my astonishment, he listened. Mr. Tomlinson almost tripped, but he got to my bed.

Then he whispered, "You are so f.ucking hot, Pearlie. I do not want to resist you, but I have to, you know, I think sober Tommo would punch me if I took your virginity like that." He closed his eyes. "Just go away, Pearlie!"

"I am not going to have s.ex with you, idiot!"

"Sober Tommo would not like that, Pearlie! He ain't no idiot," Mr. Tomlinson said. He was imitating an American accent. "He loves his skirt girl. Pearlie is a diamond to him."

Theo finally entered my room and heard exactly what Mr. Tomlinson said.