I Hate You~Narry (Completed)

Strangers and Drinks

Niall's POV:

Harry always has to say something about my drinking. He gets mad every time I come home from the pub. Is it wrong if I go grab a pint with my mates? I was on my way to the pub, I needed to blow off some steam. I know I have a drinking problem, I can't help it. Whenever I'm stressed or hurt I drink. I know Harry hates when I drink or come home drunk. Which I do too frequently. He's always worried about me. I scared I'm going to lose Harry. I don't know what I would do if I did. I love him.

I got in my car and made my way to the pub. The traffic was crazy during the day. It took my a little while before I pulled into the parking lot. I parked my black Range Rover in a parking space close to the door. I cut the engine off and jumped out of my car, and making sure to lock my doors before making my way into the pub.

The building was full of men and a few women, they looked from the ages of twenty-one to sixty. Music was playing through the speaker. Men were shouting and being rowdy, some were sloppy drunk. Men were forcefully throwing darts towards a dart board. Beers were being served one after another. I walked up to the bar and took a seat at one of the stools. I sat next to a man that looked to be in his thirties. He had some sort of hard liquor in front of him, I couldn't pin point was it was. I ordered my drink, the bartender nodded his head before going to receive my drink. Shortly, a pint was slid across the bar and into my hands. I took a swig of the beer, blowing out a loud breath silently thanking the bartender.

"Someone seems down." The man said knocking me out of my thoughts.

Niall chuckled. "You can say that again."

"Hi, I'm Chris." The dark haired lad stuck out his hand. I shook it back.

"Niall."

"What's a young lad like you doing in a pub all upset?"

I wasn't very comfortable telling some stranger about my problems, but needed to vent my frustration. I'll probably be drunk by the end of the night. I probably won't remember anyways.

"My boyfriend is nagging me." I puffed out taking another swig from my pint.

"What's the lads name?"

"Harry."

"Ah, so what is Harry nagging about may I ask?"

"He said I have a drinking problem. He said I should get help from a councilor but I don't think I need it. He always yells and gets mad when I come home intoxicated."

"Why don't you think you need help?" The curious man raised his eyebrow.

"I can solve this problem on my own, I don't need anyone else's help. Harry has his own problems he feels that he can solve his problems by himself so why can't I?" I hissed.

"Do you care about the lad?"

"Of course I do. I love him. I don't want to lose him."

"Put yourself in Harry's shoes. How do you think he feels?"

"God I am the worse boyfriend ever!" I dropped my head in my hands.

"You know what you have to do."

"I do."

I needed to get help for Harry and myself.