Drink to that (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 5

Elias POV

I pull open the doors into school and walk in with Harry. We make our way to our lockers with only a couple whispers about us on our way. "Elia, we need to talk." Charlotte says coming to the side of my locker and pulling me toward the bathrooms. "Um, what's going on?" I ask "What is this thing I hear about you and Harry? You haven't responded to any of my texts and I've been just sitting here freaking out, and now I see you come in together," she pauses and looks at my clothes "Are, are you wearing his clothes?" "Yeah,  I needed something to wear." I say casually not really seeing what the big deal is that I've been hanging with harry. Charlotte looks at me with a distraught face "You needed something to wear as in you were with him all night?" She asks slowly in disbelief. "Yeah." I nod.  "Oh no. This is bad. This is really bad Elia. You can't be doing these things." "Why?" "Why?" She laughed "He's psycho that's why! Do you really want to be known as the girl dating the serial killer?" I give a small chuckle at Charlottes crazy reaction and put my hand on her shoulder to try to comfort her. "Charlotte, he's not a serial killer or a psycho. Like any other guy at our school he has gotten into fights that's it. All those rumors being said about him aren't true, and if anyone at the school would actually stop and talk to them they would of known that too. He's really not a bad guy, give him a chance. Please for me." She bits the inner corner of her cheek thinking to herself before letting out an exasperated sigh "Fine. But only because you're my friend. Also don't think I'm going to be all buddy buddy with him, I'll deal with him when you're around but thats it." I give her a smile at her trying and hug her. "Thank you." "Come on let's go to class" she says and pulls me back towards the classroom. 

The day seemed to drag on and once people got over the initial shock over Harry and I the school went back to normal. "Do you want me to drive you home?" Harry asks resting on the locker beside me. "It's like a 15 minute walk I think I'll be fine." I say closing my locker door and shifted my body toward him. "Ok well I would like to drive you home," he pauses and puts his hand on the side of my waist and pulls me closer "I'd get to spend more time with you then." He says "It would just be a waste of your gas though." I say not wanting him to go out of his way for me and he rolls his eyes "Why are you so concerned about that?" "Because that shit expensive, I'd rather just walk." "You're being difficult." He says teasingly. "I am not." I playfully smack his arm and gives me a fake wounded look. "Well if you won't let me take you home tonight, you have to let me tomorrow because there is something I want to show you." "Ok, deal." I say and he gives me a quick kiss before I start my walk home. 

My house was dark and the emptiness crept over me even though I was not surprised by this. I knew my dad would still be at work but I had no idea where my mom was. I rummage through the fridge and try to find something to make for dinner, my dad should be home in a couple hours and I'm assuming my mother will be as well. 

Six o'clock rolls around and still no one home. I had ate but started cleaning up their plates I made so the food wouldn't go bad. A few minutes later my mom bursts through the door "Hey, I made you dinner if you wa-" I pause my sentence in disbelief of what I see when I lift my head to look at my mother. "Wow. Look at you." I say sarcastically and bitter. "No need to finish my sentence I can see you won't be eating tonight." I add contuining to put the food away. "Shhh. Elia baby please. I didn't mean to." She says coming closer to me. Looking her dead in her blood red eyes I can see how badly she is really tweaking, she already has scabs forming on her face and she cant stop moving her mouth. "Go to fucking bed mom. You definitely meant to do this." "No, no baby. Don't tell your father please. It's a one time thing here, no more. No more, no more, no more, no more." She kept rambling on. I grabbed her arm and lead her into her room and laid her down to sleep. I went back to finish what I was doing trying my best to forget about what had just happened and sat down on the couch to watch some tv. Not even an hour later my dad comes home and comes up behind the couch and kisses the top of my head "Hey sweetie. Is you mom how yet? I know she went to book club earlier I just wasn't sure what time she'd be back." He says setting his things down, so that's where my mom told him she'd be I thought to my self. "Uh yeah, she didn't feel good so she's asleep. I wouldn't wake her, she needs the rest." I say making up something fast so he wouldn't find out about my moms little incident. It's not I didn't want to tell my dad, because believe me I did, it was just that he has so much stress on himself right now I didn't want to burden him anymore with my mothers inappropriate actions. He nods and makes his way to the fridge "I made you a plate." I call out to him before he opens the fridge up. "Thank you, looks delicious." He says pulling it out. "How was work?" I ask joining him in the kitchen. "Going really well, we should have the gym opening up soon. Hows school going for you?" I shrugged "Eh it's going." He gave a small chuckle "As long as you're not failing any classes." "Hell no. I would never." I say. My dad starts eating but gets a call midway "Hello? Are you serious? Ok, ok I'll be there in a few." he says and sighs putting his phone back in his pocket. "Im sorry El, I have to go back to work. Something happened with the lighting and I have to go talk to the electricians." He says and finishes eating quickly and heads out the door. "Well that was nice while it lasted." I say out loud to myself. Before I let boredom overcome me I head out the door and go for a walk. I end up at a small pub, my curiosity got the best of me and I went in wanting to see the atmosphere of the place. It was dead for the most part, only maybe about five other people, not including me, were in there drinking. I take a seat at the bar and the bartender comes by me "Hi there, what can I get you?" He asks. His accent was thick and he gave me a toothy smile. "Can I get two shots of jack." I say and he eyes me up suspiciously "You 18?" He asks and I nod lying to him. I am only 17 but that doesn't matter because he believes otherwise and sets the shots in front of me "Like me to start a tab?" He asks and I nod. I take the first two shots and order two more. Five shots deep is I feel good enough to close my tab. A guy a little older than me takes a seat next to me and smiles "Are you here alone? Can I get you a drink?" He asks. I narrow my eyes at him "Sorry, I'm not really looking for company." I say and began to stand up but he grabs my arm which causes me to go down to my seat again. I look at his hand on my arm and back at him "Can I help you?" I ask removing his fingers off of me. "Let me just buy you a drink. You've been drinking by yourself which is a clear indicator something is bothering you." "Thanks but no thanks. Like I said I'm not looking for company. If I wanted a drinking buddy I would have called someone." I get up again and so does he. I walk past him but I can feel him trailing behind me. I turn around before I go out the door "Seriously, whatever you're doing or trying to do, stop. I don't want to deal with any bullshit tonight." I say to him and walk out without giving him a chance to respond. I didn't feel like walking home so I called the only person I know who would pick me up. "Hello?" I heard his raspy voice say on the other end. "Hey, it's me. Can you come pick me up?" I ask "Where are you?" Harry asks "Some place called King Midas." I say turning back to the pub to look at the name of it. "Why are you there?" He asks clearly knowing about. "I don't know, it's a long story. I've been having a rough night." "Ok. I'll be there soon." He says and I hear him end the call. I stand at the end of the small pebbled parking lot watching for his car, my feet kicking around the small rocks every now and then. I feel an arm get put around me and I immediately look up and see the guy from the bar staring back at me. I shrug his arm off of me and take a step away from him. "Didn't I tell you I wanted to be alone." I say wrapping my sweater closer to my body. "Heres the thing, I don't believe you." He says stepping closer. I take another step back "Why would I lie?" I ask annoyed. "Because you like to play hard to get." He says and I laugh. "Bye." I say shooing him away but instead he grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I push off his chest and lift my hand up to slap him but he grabs both of wrists holding them apart. "Fucking stop." I say but he leans his face closer to mine "Dude I really don't want you." I say trying to get him to stop. He tries to kiss me and I turn my head so he misses. "You cunt." He says "What the fuck did you just call me? Let me go. I don't want anything to with you." I say and the next thing I know I see him laying of the ground with Harry on top smashing his fists into this dudes face "Don't ever touch my girlfriend again. You fucking piece of shit." Harry says pounding into the guy. "Harry stop! Thats enough! Lets just go." I say pulling on his shoulders to get him to stand up. He doesn't listen and continues to beat on the guy. "HARRY! I SAID STOP!" I yell and his fist pauses. He looks down at the bloody mess of a man under him and slowly gets up. "Im sorry, something just came over me when I saw him grab you like that." He says unclenching his fists "Let's just go. It's my fault I'm here anyways." I say and we head into Harrys car. 

The car ride was quiet at first and my eyes were glued on his knuckles that were gripped tightly around his steering wheel. Even though they were caked in blood I could still see them turning white from how hard he was gripping it. "Can I get an explanation please." He states rather than asks. "I was just having a bad night, so I went for a walk. I ended up at that bar and had a couple shots by myself to relax. The dude came up to me I continuously told him no but he clearly didn't listen. Thats all." I say acting like this was no big deal, which in reality it wasn't a huge deal but it was a pretty shitty predicament. "And you thought drinking on a Monday night alone at a bar was a good idea why?" "I told you. I was having a bad night." I say repeating myself. "What could have made your night so bad?" I shifted in the seat uncomfortable at his question. I didn't want to tell him what had happened so I stayed quiet. "Hello? I asked you a question." He says turning his gaze towards me. I still didn't know how to answer him so I just stared out of the window until I saw him drive past my house. "Hey! You didn't stop." I say pointing back. "Oh now you can talk? You're coming back to mine so we can talk." He says. "Oh, ok." I say quietly and turn my attention back to the window and tried to think of an excuse for this dreaded talk I was about to have.