Something More-Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 13

Camila's P.O.V

"Harry" I grabbed his shoulder and shook it, in hopes that he would open his eyes. When it didn't work, I sighed and then turned my attention back to the road.

A few minutes later, I heard a groan coming from next to me.

"Camila?" Harry slurred. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you home" I said, making a right turn.

"Noooo. I wanna go back to the bar and drink moreee" He mumbled, and started to take off his seatbelt.

"No Harry, stop" I reached over and put my hand over his, took it off the seatbelt and placed his hand back in his lap. He turned to look at me, his head rested on the headrest. 

"You're preeettty" He drunkenly smiled at me, "Do you have a twin? I see twooo of youuu" He slurred. I rolled my eyes and he turned away from me, closing his eyes again.

I've never seen him this drunk before. What would make him want to drink that much anyways? I don't know, but what I do know is that we finally made it to Harry's flat. I pulled up to his flat, and turned off the car.

"Harry we're here" I said, looking over at him. It looks like he's going to need a bit of help. I got out of the car and shut the door and walked around to the passenger side. Opening the door, I shook Harry one more time.

"Come on Harry, wake up" I tapped his face lightly which successfully woke him up.

"Hm?" He mumbled.

"We're at your flat" I said, and moved out of the way so he could get out of the car. When he finally did, he slugged his arm around my shoulder and held onto me for support. I closed the door behind him and we made our way towards the front door.

"Watch out for that wall" I laughed as Harry basically walked straight into the wall, as we maneuvered through the house.

"Stop laughingggg" He slurred as he stumbled towards his room. Making his way through his room, he collapsed onto his bed and sighed.

"Aren't you gonna change out of your clothes?" I asked the drunk, half asleep mess in front of me.

"Help meeee" He said, not moving from the bed. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. This is gonna be weird. I slipped off his boots for him and threw them on the floor, then reached for the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and tried pulling them off. Could his jeans get any tighter? It took me a good two minutes to get the jeans off of his body, but when I finally did I threw them on the floor along with the boots. I decided to leave his shirt on, he was capable of taking it off himself if he wanted to.

"Camila" Harry groaned.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I-I think...I think I'm gonna be sick" He said. Oh god. I looked around the room and scanned for a garbage bin. Seeing one in the corner of the room, I ran over and grabbed it, then put it on the side of the bed next to Harry. A few moments later, he leaned over and started vomiting. Ew, I hate when people throw up! Immediately I jumped onto the other side of Harry's bed so I didn't have to see what was going on. I thought about leaving, but he didn't seem like he was in a good enough condition to be by himself right now.

"Ughhh" I heard Harry groan. I scooted closer to him on the bed and started to rub his back, in hopes that he would start to feel better.

After several minutes, the vomiting came to an end and now Harry was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, but of course he needed my help getting there. So now I was standing in the doorway waiting for him to finish.

Harry stumbled over to me when he was done, and swung his arm around my shoulder.

"Thanks for helping me tonight" His words were so mumbled I could barely understand him.

"You're welcome" I said, and helped him get back into bed. I finally got him onto the bed and he laid down.

"Camila?" He asked, in a surprisingly happy voice.

"Yes Harry?" I sat down next to him on the bed, laughing at how much his mood just changed.

"Do you like Italian food?" He drunkenly smiled at me.

"Yeah..." I gave him a weird look. "Do you?"

"Love it! Do you want to get Italian food with me tomorrow?" He slurred.

"Like a date?" I asked, messing with his drunk mind.

"A date?! Dates are for couples I don't do that shit" Harry laughed at himself. "Ain't nobody got time for a girlfriend" 

My heart sank when he said that. So everything that we've done in the past few weeks have meant nothing to him? Tell me if I'm wrong but he had to have felt something between us, if I felt it then so should he. I guess my hopes were up too high. I mean what was I thinking? Harry Styles would never date me, he just wanted a fuck buddy whenever he pleased. I felt kind of stupid for being here right now, so I stood up from the bed.

"You know what..I'm gonna head home. I'll see you around Harry" I said, grabbing my bag and heading towards the door.

"Whaaat? You're leavingggg?" He pouted, his eyes half closed.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked. Harry nodded.

"Next time you find a girl, don't treat her like you treated me. Don't use her to have sex and lead her on, completely forgetting that the girl has feelings too. Bye Harry" I said, and walked out of the door.

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When I got home I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, but of course Natalie and the girls were sitting in the living room watching a movie.

"Hey Camila, did you get Ha- your drunk friend home okay?" Natalie asked.

"Yep" I mumbled, and then walked upstairs and into my room, holding back tears.