Kate's POV
Dinner was a standard fancy wedding type of dinner, dessert was the same, I felt gross and didn't eat after that. Some had more to drink than others. Harry. But I didn't care.
I never left Nialls side. We sat at the table for the longest time. Happy, but not sure what to do or say. Kisses were a great tension breaker.
I feel a strong hold on my shoulder pulling it back from Niall.
"Hey you guys want something to drink?" Louis and Harry pop out from the drink table, clearly intoxicated, with a drink in each hand, offering it to us.
"No I don't drink" I push their hands away from our faces.
Harry would always drink his problems away. That was what happened that night. He struggles to stay upright, gripping onto my chair for support. I've seen all the boys at their worse, and at their best, it wasn't something worth my time.
They both hobble away with their drinks, Louis helping Harry stay up.
"You've got to stand up straight mate" We hear from behind us.
We both giggle at their struggle.
Towards the end of the night, everyone started to part from the table, and the dance floor.
Niall and I not leaving our territory. I notice Harry trying to get up from his chair. He falls without even an energy to try anymore. I run towards the drunken boy, trying to catch his fall.
"Harry, are you okay?" I grab his arm and wrap it around my shoulder, forgetting how much taller and bigger he is than me.
"No it's okay, just bring me to my car" He pauses his words quite odd.
"You are not driving" I say sternly.
Niall finally comes over to help.
"Here, I'll take you home" I offer, but dont seem to think about my words too well.
"Whoa whoa, you are not bringing his drunken ass home" Niall states, while taking Harry's weight off of me.
"Niall, I'm not stupid. You can trust me" My words tense up.
"But Kate, I trust you, just not this guy. Especially when hes drunk!" He almost shouts.
"Niall, if he tries anything, I will call you to pick us up, it's okay babe" I grab my stuff from our previous table, rushing.
"Kate are you sure?" He asks more than I needed.
He should trust me. I am, in fact, his girlfriend and best friend.
"Trust me" I say one last time. I gave him a short goodbye kiss, whilst holding this drunk boy upright.
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Love is war ~ styles
Fanfiction"I love you. You know I would do anything for you right?" He barely whispers. "Then tell me one thing; how come I don't feel the same?"
