Prince Charming

Drunk In Love?

*TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of self harm, eating disorder*

♡Anriette's POV♡

*two weeks later, 8:00 pm*

Niall was out on a walk after having a tough time with management and the rest of the world.... They had found out about us. I don't know how it happened so soon. I didn't feel well and decided to stay home; Niall thinks better on his own anyways. I had been wearing the dress he bought me a few weeks ago when we first kissed, and he posted a picture of me in it, not being able to resist. He deleted it seconds later, but that was enough time for every girl in the same time zone, and all around the world to screenshot and retweet it. He apologized and cursed like hell, knowing I wasn't ready to be Niall Horan's girlfriend in the public's eyes. But I couldn't be mad at him for that.

"It's fine," I whispered, ignoring the millions of buzzes going off on my phone as people followed me, spammed me, commented for me to notice them, asked for Niall's number, told me to post pics of us... everything.

"No, it's not okay! You weren't ready. I didn't--" I pressed a kiss to his lips to shut him up.

"It's fine," I repeated. There's not anything he can do about it now anyways. "I think it's time I got to say I'm dating Niall Horan anyways," I smirked. He smiled and sighed.

"I'm gonna go get some air. Wanna come?" Niall asked.

"Nah... I don't feel so hot, maybe next time."

He kissed my cheek before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking out the door. He normally takes an hour on his leisure walks, so I knew it would be a while.

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I was upstairs around 9:00 watching the entertainment news about me and Niall. I heard the door open, and ran downstairs, expecting to see Niall. Instead, I saw Harry.

"Well someone looks beautiful," he smirked, setting his jacket down on the table.

"Aw, stoppp, you're making me blush," I smiled, closing the door behind him.

"Well, let's see how far I can get that blush to spread, yeah?" he whispered, backing me up against the door.

"What are you doing... Harry... stop it, Haz," I laughed, thinking he was joking around with me. 

"Aw, come on love. I think it's time that you had some fun," he breathed, stumbling over a bit and putting his hand on the wall to steady himself. So that's why he was acting like this.

"No, Harry. You're drunk! Just go to bed and get some rest. I'll talk to you in the morning, Haz," I shook my head, trying to push him out the door without him falling over. 

"Am I drunk? Tell me what I drank," he said as he pressed his lips to mine. 

"Harry! " I yelled, trying to wipe the taste off with my hand. I know this isn't the real him, but I can't help but be angry and scared. I felt a sudden and surprising DejaVu. Had this happened before? 

"You know, you're really pretty. A good kisser, too. You're fat, though, but I guess that's why Niall's the one crushing as hard as he is on you. Next time your little 'Prince Charming's' not around, my door's open," Harry laughed, pushing past me.

I knew he was drunk, but his words still stung, and I ran into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to push all of today's events out of my mind. I couldn't get the mean things he said out of my head, and I found myself doubled over the toilet, throwing up. Harry was already asleep, and I know he didn't mean to do anything or hurt my feelings, so I cleaned myself up and decided to pretend tonight never happened. If Niall found out...

'I'm not going to tell him, and neither is Harry. He probably won't even remember tomorrow. Everything's fine,' l thought.

But Harry's words stayed in my head, and I continued throwing up all that week, maybe even twice a day. Hate from fans started coming as well, and it pushed me to the point of thinking about hurting myself... but I only thought about it.

When Niall had returned home that night, I pretended nothing had happened, and instead showed him all the nice things fan said about us: "1D's dream couple. #nanriette #moran"

Maybe I should become an actor like the boys, too...