One Direction One Shots 2

Need You Now (Harry)

Wha.. What if I called him? Is he asleep? Or with someone? 

My mind was spinning, the room was blurry. I felt heavy, as I couldn’t pick myself up from the bed. His presence was pushing me further into the covers that still carried his scent. The whiskey on the wooden bedside chest was halfway through and the ice in the now empty glass was already melting. I knew I’ve had enough, I was too drunk already, but the pain that was growing inside me and the emptiness he left could only be drown and filled with the glasses of whiskey. Glass after glass. Still in my underwear I would be freezing,since I couldn’t even get up to turn the heating on, but the alcohol numbed my skin as well. When did we fuck everything up?

Everything hurt. Every inch of my body, every cell of me regrets the last fight we had. I regret breaking every breakable object within reach in his house. I regret flipping the coffee table. I regret leaving the red mark on his cheek with my right hand. But, most of all, I regret causing his other side to appear again. The fury in his eyes as I accused him of meeting with Cara behind my back. I fell apart reading the simple message from her: „Well last night was fun. Do it again sometime?“ It could mean anything, anything, but I chose to doubt his truthfulness and honesty, only because I could never trust someone completely. I was damaged, and I knew it. He knew it.

„Well, maybe I am meeting with her.Why the fuck do you care? I’m not yours. You’re not mine. We’re not official. We fuck. Get over it.“

„Four months of fucking, is that it? Nothing more? Are we done?“ - I turned my back to leave his place, as I felt myself falling apart, breaking down, taking short breaths to keep my tears in. And all I wanted was to feel him again. To erase everything that happened it the past 10 minutes and hold him.

„We never even started“ he uttered.

My eyes were fixed on the wall, now plain, with every memory of him removed. The postcards from the tour in the trash.

„I think I need one more whiskey. Whiskey, where you at?“ - I muttered, reaching for the bottle and pushing it off the edge, the remaining alcohol soaking in the carpet.

„Fuck“ Trying to get out of bed, my wobbly knees failed to support my weight and I fell on the floor. Lightheaded, drunk, I’ve reached a new low. With both my cold palms, I pressed against the soaked carpet and sat myself, back turned to the bedside chest. I was completely liquored up. My focus shifted to the phone on the floor. My mind was battling a quiet fight between reaching for it and not.

„You win whiskey“ - I said to the bottle and crawled to the phone, dialing his number that I know so well. „The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later or press 1 to leave a message“

„Pressing one lady, pressing one“

„Leave your message after the tone“

I was questioning myself and what I would say. Maybe I should hang up?

„Beep“

„Harry? I.. I.. “ I exhaled a loud sigh in the speaker, lost for words.

„Hello? Who is it? “ - A girly voice answered, snickering - „Stop it Haz, I’m ticklish.. Hello? Anyone there? Nope? Goodbye.“

Tears adorned my cheeks once more. He was with someone at a party. The loud voices in the background proved it. Both palms closed in fists and the anger spread throughout the body I had no control over.

My eyes tried to figure out what the writing on the post it on the mirror said. The letters were quite blurred in the the state I was, but letter by letter I puzzled it out. „Don’t call him.“- K