Life of a Styles | One Direction Fanfic (Slow Updates)

Chapter 10

(For the record, I don't have anything against Sophia, I just really like Danielle as a person, so I will be using her as Liam's girlfriend. Also sorry that this is so short I just really like the way it ends here so I will try to have another chapter up by the end of the weekend)

*Later that night*

"Harry, I'm really not drinking, you don't need to taste my drink every 5 minutes." I said to my brother who checked my drink persistently.

"I don't care, you're under my watch now." He responded.

He walks away and I take a drink out of Niall's cup, which I have been doing the whole time.

I was a bit tipsy, but it was controllable. Harry was over in the corner talking to Louis while Zayn was cuddling with Perrie before she left for her tour, and Liam was on the phone with Danielle. I finnished his drink and he got another one. Harry can be so damn over protective. There are times when I love it and times when I hate. He can't tell me not to like any of the boys. Screw him, my druken state was increasing, but I could care less. I grabbed Niall's cup again and gulped it down quickly.

He looked over at me with a worried face and said, "Why don't we slow down on the drinks for now, you really should listen to Harry."

"I don't care what he has to say. He is stupid, over protective, and cruel." Where was all this anger coming from. I can't think straight in the intoxicated state I'm in.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Wow that was kind of harsh... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Don't worry about it. Here come with me."

I oblige and follow him into the next room. He turns around and locks the door and roughly presses his lips to mine, backing me up against the wall. He lifts me up and he takes his shirt off. Just as I am about to do the same, there is a knock on the door, "What the actual fuck." Niall says under his breath.

I hide in the closet and realize I am in Harry's room. Something catches my eye on the top shelf. I quietly reach for it and realize it's a box. I pull it down and open it up. The first thing I see is a picture of Harry holding me as a baby. Next, I see our baby books that our mom recorded. Then I see a photo album. I start to flip through the pages and realize that it's my moms photo book of memories about me and Harry. She would take pictures of her favorite moments with us and I guess she put them in here. The first couple pages is Harry as a baby, then me and Harry. Then I realized that I was folded out of some pictures. Not only that, but all except that one section was Harry. I saw a tear drop down on the laminated page and they just kept on coming.

I peaked outside the closet to see if anyone was still in here, but it was empty Thank God. I packed up the box not wanting to look at anything else in there ran out as quickly and as quietly as I could. When I got to the front door, it seems as tho no one has noticed me. I opened the door and ran not knowing where to go. I had definitely sobered up.

I ended up outside a McDonalds. I didn't have anything on my except for 5 dollars, not even my phone. I went inside and ordered an Oreo McFlurry and fell asleep on the streets of London not knowing how to get home.