Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Eight Days- Seven Days

Harry never did drink a lot and never liked the idea of it but here he was again, back at a bar. Even though he did regret getting so drunk the other night it was like something was calling for him go. Maybe it was worth having another hangover and physically feeling like shit. At least it would match how he felt inside. And plus his time would be occupied in doing something that would distract him. He could just concentrate on swallowing the alcohol bit by bit until he’d downed the whole glass. The bitter alcohol was somehow comforting unlike before when all it did was make him feel unstable and stupid and make his insides feel funny. It was now his friend.

When he stayed alone in the flat, the silence bugged him; it felt like all eyes were on him. The silence was like the whole marriage deal screaming at him, taunting him.

Back in the flat no matter how hard he tried to push the whole Louis thing out of his mind, it would just see back in. It made him feel gloomy because knew he had to let Louis go but Harry just felt stuck. He just wanted to make himself get over it because this was starting to feel like a whole life time of sadness and suffering.

How was he just suppose to get over it and happily go to the wedding as the best man and watch then kiss and put the rings on each others fingers? The wedding was in under a week and it would definitely take him more than a week to get over it. It would probably take a life time. Even if he happened to fix himself up enough before the wedding, the sight of Louis in a tux and Eleanor in a gorgeous white dress would break him.

He’d never felt so helpless in his life.

It was torture having the same thoughts circling his head. He wanted to remind himself of the good things, the good times they’ve been through but then he’d always come back to the latest events in their relationship and it was painful thinking about it. All the songs that came on shuffle from his iTunes didn’t help either. Sooner or later he would always tune out from the song that was playing back to his sad train of thoughts about Louis. That was why the bar was such a great place. It was noisy and busy and he was just another person there to drink and watch time go to waste. It was nice that way.

Harry was staring aimlessly at the pool table as he sat at the bartending servers table   when he heard a voice behind him.

“It looks like someone wants the ‘d.’”

He turned around to see an asian bar tender leaning lazily on the table with a smug look on her face. Her black hair was tied messily in a bun with several wisps hanging loosely around her face.

“What?”

“Over there,” she said nodding her chin towards the crowd of people. As soon as Harry looked, he regretted it. There at a table was a brunette in much too revealing clothes staring him down as chewed the gum sexually in her mouth. “Tell me you didn’t see her staring,” the blonde girl said with a laugh. To Harry she looked to genuine to be working as a bartender. 

“Sorry erm I was day dreaming,” Harry coughed shooting her a half hearted smile.

She wrinkled her nose as she smiled. “Aw your so cute saying sorry for nothing and hey look, there’s a whole swarm now.”

Harry looked over and she sure was right. He shifted in his chair praying that none of them saw him look and wouldn’t think about approaching him. He really didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now but this bartender seemed to be an acception. Harry bit down his tongue to stop himself from making a smug comment and seeming like a douche. He just shrugged and took another sip from his glass.

“Your pants are quite tight so I’m guessing you have some dignity.”

Harry gave a chuckle. “Well thanks.”