Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 59

The following week was pretty hectic. School assignment were building up and my new job was taking up lots of my time, not to mention Louis stayed home most of the week his managed the pain for his test but for the rest of the week he stayed home and I went over as often as I could to take care of him. is managed the pain for his test but for the rest of the week he stayed home and I went over as often as I could to take care of him.

            It was Friday now and I had work right after school. My shirt went by fast and before I knew it I was being picked up by Harry and driven back to his place.

            -When are you coming over?- Louis texted me as I sat in Harry car. I sighed tiredly hitting reply.

            -I think I’m gonna stay home tonight I’m completely beat. Sorry L- I wrote back then rest my head back on the car seat.

            We got back not long after that and I walked in tossing my purse to the side and collapsed on the ocuch.

            “I’m going to take a shower,” Harry told me. I nodded my head looking up at him. He gave me a small smile before walking down the hall to the bathroom. I got up and walking with my feet dragging into the kitchen to grab a drink. I’ve been so busy that I hadn’t been eating very much lately so I figured it was time I gave my body what it needed.

            I search through Harry’s fridge and came across a bottle of liquor. I grabbed it curiously and twisted off the cap and took a sniff. It was strong and I could tell. I examined the table and read the label indicated it had 60% alcohol.

            A sudden urge came over me and all I wanted was to drink the entire bottle and pass out in a ball of drunkenness. I looking back in the fridge and notice a few other bottles. I took each one and sniffed it which only made my urge to drink increase.

            “What are you doing?” Harry’s voice came. I shot my head up to look at him. He stood only in his pj bottoms, his hair still soaked and sticking messily to his face as water droplets rolled down his body.

            “Just sniffing,” I stated looking back at the bottle.

            “Smell good?” he asked grinning.

            “Smells strong,” I said with a small grin. Harry chuckled walking into the kitchen more. He took the bottle from my hands.

            “Here let me make you something,” he offered. I back up letting him have access to the fridge. He pulled out a few other bottles and pulled out a jug of fruit juice. He brought it to the counter almost with a fancy looking blender and some ice. He put ice and juice in the blender then looked over at me.

            “How strong do you want it?” he asked me smirking.

            “Given the week I just had, strong,” I stated and he chuckled a bit pouring about 2 or 3 shots worth of liquor into the blender. He covered it then hit blend. When it was done he grabbed a cocktail type class and filled it up to the top before handing it to me.

            “What are you going to drink?” I asked noticing the blend was basically empty. He gave me a smile and held up the bottle of pure liquor.     

            “Cheers,” he said raising his bottle. I raised my glass clinking it with his. I took a nice long sip ignoring the bizzar taste of the strong alcohol. Harry took a small sip and shut his eyes swallowing hard. I couldn’t imagine drinking pure alcohol,even with the ice and juice diluting mine it didn’t go down easy.