Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

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Harry's P.O.V 

Biting my bottom lip doesn't help me or stop me from laughing, I let out a laugh and she just stares at me. Her eyes were moist from the alcohol and they only made it look prettier. I smiled at her and got off the chair, "Let's walk?" 

"Why? Just because you have feet?", she is obviously very drunk to have a serious conversation with. 

I have no fucking idea why I need a conversation. I don't talk or converse with people, they do as I say but she...she's different. I get a hold of her wrist and we walk to the door.  

I raise my eyebrow when Adele stands in front of me, "Where do you think you're taking her?" 

"He's kidnapping me!", Rebecca should've kept her mouth shut but she won't. Why, you ask? Because she's Rebecca and she's drunk.

I sigh and smile at Adele, "I promise we will just be outside. I just need to talk." 

Adele is not paying any attention rather she's looking at Rebecca who is staring at her feet and grinning like an idiot, "Is she drunk?" 

"Wh...nooo!", I try hard to make sure that Adele doesn't know about it. If she will, she is definitely going to blame it on me. 

Rebecca pops her head up and smiles at Adele, "I drank a little, from the bottle, of scotch.", she is giggling and taking pauses between her explanation. 

Adele shakes her head, "She's not going anywhere." 

I look at Rebecca and throw my hands in the air, "Really? You had to?" 

Rebecca takes a step ahead and caresses my cheek, "Oh Adele, don't bother.", she grabs my chin and turns my face to Adele, "Look at him...he's harmless." 

Okay, this was offending. I remember her telling me that I had trouble written all over me and now, I'm harmless? She needs to set her head straight.  

I chuckle anyway, "See? I promise to leave her back here." 

"You wouldn't dare taking her anywhere with you.", Adele snaps and I gasp. 

"Fine, whatever." 

I keep a hold over her wrist and we walk outside, we turn the corner of the street and the memories flood my mind, I kissed her here. But then again, I kissed her at her house too. I shouldn't have. I won't today. 

You will not today. I repeat to myself and let it slide through my brain. 

"Where are we going?", she asks me and keeps poking me on my shoulder.  

She has a lot of guts to piss me off like that; I don't let people do that. I glare at her and she laughs. I like how she is all strong when she's drunk but she's bold even when she's not drunk. 

"I need to talk to you.", I state. 

She pouts. God dammit, why is she fucking pouting? 

"All you need to do is talk. Blah blah blah.", she moves her hand in different directions and all I can do is laugh at her.