Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27

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Harry's P.O.V 

Today, i just want to get wasted and get in my bed and try to sleep. This is just another fucking day where my life thinks that it's okay to fuck itself over. I was fuming right now, and something that pissed me more was the crowd around me, everyone had a fucking girl around them, sucking on each other's faces.  

What the fuck. 

I shake my head and turn my head to the barman, "Hit with another shot, man.", I slurred.  

The alcohol somehow helps you to let go of things, but only for a while, right? I couldn't care less right now; I could really kill him if I saw him today. He should thank his lucky stars if he doesn't run into me, any fucking where. 

Liam. 

The name sends dirty chills down my spine and my anger comes to life, I bawl my fist and just want to punch a hole somewhere, preferably his dickhead face. I bawl my hand harder, only to realize that I had an empty glass, which was now broken and my hand was bleeding. I hissed and cursed under my breath; I took the damn napkin from the counter wrapping it against the bloody hand.  

"You got to pay for that man.", the barman shot me a glare and I rolled my eyes. 

I am fucking rich and I can throw all the money that my parents send me as their kindness towards me over his face, but I choose not to. It will only make all this worse. Giving him some extra money, I thought the wise thing to do was leave the damn place. I couldn't drive, because I was drunk as fuck. 

I took my phone out and called Zayn, the only person who would understand this, who would or might understand me right now. Hanging up on him, I sat over the footpath, waiting for him. The blood won't stop and I didn't care. It wasn't hurting right now; another thing alcohol does to you, huh? It just dissolves the pain, the anxiousness. 

Minutes later, I saw Zayn driving down the road. I got up, wondering if I really had that much of alcohol that the world was spinning. I laughed to myself and got into his car, I would do something about mine, later. Maybe tomorrow. 

"Drunk much?", Zayn mocked me and started the engine again. 

Another thing I love about this man is that he didn't make a big issue of the small and the little things, he fucking gets me and that kind of scares me. 

"Just another damn night.", I laid my head over the seat, closing my eyes. 

Zayn sighed, "You're bleeding, Harry." 

I shot my eyes open, chuckling, "Thank you, Captain Obvious." 

Zayn rolls his eyes, "Fuck man, did you get into a fight or something?" 

"Nah, just broke the glass and it was still in my hands.", I tried to laugh about it but I know it isn't funny. 

The familiar street makes my heart sink, I fucking stood her up today. I can be a dick sometimes and this, me being absolutely drunk right now is all her fault and I'm going to fight her for this. She's such an annoying brat!