What Harry had Done- Book 1

Chapter 4

"Remind me to never, EVER, drink alcohol again," Zayn said as he clenched his head to attempt to stop the throbbing.

"Whaaaa," Liam said as he woke from his slumber on the kitchen island.

"Shhhhh! You're too loud!" Louis whispered.  

"Where's Niall?" Zayn asked.

"He's in bed.... with Ell," Louis coldly spat.

"At least he had fun last night," Liam said as he made his way to the sink to throw-up.

"Watch the dress," Zayn growled at Liam, "Wait. What?!? Why am I in a dress?"

"You were talking on how pretty is was last night so I told you that you could wear it," Ell said as she cheerfully made her way into the kitchen.

"How are you cheerful? You drank more than all of us combined," Liam said as he wiped his mouth once he stopped throwing-up.

"One, I am a professional drinker. I can handle hang-overs better than anyone. Two, no I didn't. Once Bessie left, Harry drank about three bottles of vodka. By himself. I wouldn't even touch that" Ell answered as she fixed herself breakfast.

"Where is our missing mate?" Zayn asked.

"Who? Harry or Niall?" Ell inquired.

"Both," Liam replied.

"Niall's in the shower and Harry is passed out in the closet by the door," Ell answered.

 Zayn, Louis, and Liam quickly scurried off to the closet by the door to see if Ell was telling the truth. Sure enough, Harry was laying in the closet with at least six empty vodka bottles around him.

"Wake up and get off your lazy bum," Liam yelled in Harry's ear.

Harry immediately jumped out of his skin. Once he realized what was going on, Harry buried his head in his hands and shook his head slowly. He was completely wasted.

"Gosh! Why do you have to be so loud you cotton-headed minimuggen!" Harry growled.

"Oh! Watch out! Harry is dropping C bombs!" Louis laughed.

"If you don't shut up, I will tear your balls off!" Harry threatened.

With that said, the boys put their hands over their manhood and stepped away carefully. Knowing Harry, he would attempt it if he was given the chance. 

"Well well well. Look who finally came out of the closet!" Ell laughed as Harry stumbled into the kitchen.

Harry flicked her off once he got seated on a sturdy stool.

"What did I miss?" Niall said flicking his wet hair to the side.

"My dog talked, Harry confessed his feelings towards Zayn, Louis gave birth, I strip danced on the island, and Liam was stabbed with a spoon," Ell joked.

"Why do all the most interesting things happen when I'm in the shower?" Niall played along.

"Not EVERYTHING," Ell said in a sexy voice.

"Well, when I'm not showering with you," Niall replied as he placed a hot kiss on Ell's neck.

Ell laughed like a little girl as Louis looked at them in disgust.

"Why so glum chum?" Niall asked Harry once he got over his hot moment with Ell.

"I have messed things up. Bad," Harry mumbled.

"What 'cha mess up?" Liam poked at Harry

"Bessie," Harry sighed.

"WHAT?!? WHAT DID YOU DO?" Ell yelled at Harry as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"I...I tried to kiss her," Harry whispered in fear.

"You IDIOT!" Ell screamed when she released Harry.

"What's the big deal?" Zayn asked.

"It's not my place to say. And Harry, us Beatles kids are very close, if you hurt her, you'll be sorry," Ell threatened.

"That's want club you two are in! The Beatles Kid's club!" Liam said once it finally hit him.

"No duh," Ell said.

"I am already sorry," Harry mumbled into his arm as they got back on subject.

"Good," Ell spat.

"What is up with Bessie? She told me she has difficulties to connect with anyone THAT WAY," Harry asked.

"That's not my place to say. If you want to know so bad, ask her yourself," Ell replied as she walked away.

Harry needed to know what Bessie meant. This mystery was killing him. Why is it so difficult? Why did he care so much about a girl he met yesterday? What was different about her? To Harry, she was different in the ways he needed and knew he wouldn't find another girl like that again.

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Author's note- I would like to thank Alexis for texting me non-stop for misspelling Zayn. Thank you for setting me straight. Twenty texts later, Zayn in imprinted into my brain. I am very bad at spelling so I apologize. Please find somewhere in your heart to forgive me.

Peace and rice

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