Liquor Lips (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

-Acacia's POV-

I woke up, on the bench I usually wake up on, in my sleeping bag. I picked up my bag and took my pills out. I shook the bottle and a pill fell onto my hand. I took it and popped it into my mouth, then swallowed. Then I rolled my sleeping bag up and walked to my apartment. Well, it was sort of my apartment. I rented it. 15 bucks a month. If you ask me, it's a great deal. The place is small, but it's in great shape. I took my keys and unlocked the door. I walked into my "bedroom" which consisted of an armchair, a mattress, and a small tv. On the wall, there were shelfs and shelfs of my collected things over the years.

I'm a collector of vintage things. And no, by vintage I don't mean a 'two week old album cover that is covered in coffee stains so it looks old' type of stuff. I collect actual vintage things. I mean I have an American flag from a war or something. I don't know much about American culture or history, but I couldn't resist. It's amazing the things you can find at thrift stores.

I went to my miniature kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of beer. I hate those people that say beer isn't lady like. I'll drink what I god damn want to thank you very much. I took a huge gulp and then I turned on the tv. I flipped through the channels, trying to find something good to watch. I went through dumb reality shows to an old cartoon that I remembered from my childhood. Apparently it was 'throwback week' on Cartoon network and they were playing some old shows I remember watching.

I took another sip of my beer, then I placed it down on the small table next to my rug, which I was sitting on. I got up and grabbed my new package I got yesterday. It was all of the stamps I ordered. I took out my giant scrapbook from my desk and opened it. I went to the next blank page and set it aside. I opened the cardboard box, carefully opening the packaging and then removing the bubble wrap. I smiled as I looked at all the new stamps to add to my collection. I looked at the dates of them, arranging them by date and then sticking them in on the pages.

I took another sip of beer and then I closed my scrapbook. I took out my mac laptop which took me years of money to save up for. I have a job, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't pay that well. I mean it's hard to describe but I made a career out of collecting. I also know which markets give the most money for my products so I sell some things too. I live right next to Panera, so I use their wifi. I went on my secret tumblr that only me and a few of my friends know about. Oh, and the 7,000 other people following me. It's where I go to express myself, well I also draw but tumblr is where I rant and things. I post pictures and sometimes when I'm feeling more on the artsy side I edit them too. It's kind of a page supporting alcohol and how much I love it. Apparently so do a lot of other people, I realized a while back I wasn't alone.

Alcohol has gotten me through all my tragedies. I started drinking at sixteen, when my mom died. I loved my mom and everyone was talking about this great thing called alcohol. I decided to try it at a party and it all went downhill from that. Then I started to realize my body depended on alcohol to live. I couldn't afford a doctor or rehab, and my dad didn't care enough to get help. He actually had no idea. But if he did he probably wouldn't care.

I scrolled through tumblr, laughing at the funny posts and rebloging some pictures. I liked knowing I had other people. I went on Spotify and pressed play. I turned the volume up and scrolled through the thousands of posts on tumblr while listening to my favorite songs from the playlist I created. After the song that was just playing ended I got up to the kitchen to grab a slice of pizza.

'Her name is Noel, and I have a dream about her'

I immediately started singing along to my favorite song.

'She rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour'

I smiled as I danced along, at the same time microwaving the pizza.