Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

The Drunk

AN: THERE WILL BE TRIGGERING SCENES IN HERE, SO IF YOU FEEL THAT YOU CANNOT READ THROUGH THIS WITHOUT FEELING DOWN, PLEASE EXIT THIS BOOK.

I hear the door shut from the kitchen and laugh. I don't know why..

Everything is just funny now.. Haha.

"Mia?" Harry asks, walking into the kitchen.

I turn around to face him. "Hey, boo." I slur.

His head jerks to the vodka bottle in front of me and then back up to me.

"Where'd you get the booze?" He asks, grabbing it from my hands and throwing it in the sink.

"Awe, come on!" I laugh.

"Mia, why did you drink?" He asks. "Why are you drunk? What happened?"

"Oh, Harry. You should join me with the booze!" I laugh. "Haha, booze."

"No. I stopped drinking and going to party's when you told me about your teenage years. Where'd you get it?"

He smacks his phone down onto the table, looking to his feet.

"I have friends!" I slur, leaning back to keep my balance.

"You're falling down the wrong path!" He shouts, looking up to me. "You want a baby so bad, yet you can't even keep yourself out of your bad habits!"

"I'm an adult! I can drink when I want!" I slur.

"You never drink! This is the first time you've drank since I met you!" He yells, grabbing his phone.

"You'll never understand, Harry!' I shout. "You can try and try and try, but I'm not good enough for you. You know? Your fans are right. Maybe I should go and kill myself!"

"No! You are good enough! If anything, you're too good for me! I love you, can you not see that? Do not say that you're going to kill yourself, Mia! You're stronger than that!"

"I'm not. You think I am, but I'm not. I feel so lost and alone. I have everything a girl could want. Yet, there's a part of me that is painfully numb and empty. Some nights I lay there and feel nothing at all, yet all I do is cry. You don't see the tears that fall from my eyes. Nobody hears when I scream into my pillow. Nobody knows how much I hide behind my smile. Nobody takes a moment to ask how I'm really doing. Nobody, Harry."

I see so much pain In his eyes, but my drunken self doesn't care. It never did.

"I.. We will get you help if you feel that way, Mia." He says.

"We? Who's we?" I slur. "I don't want help."

"Too bad." He says, walking out of the room.

I reach for the vodka bottle in the sink, but it's empty. My long sleeves roll up, revealing the fresh cuts there. I quickly pull my sleeves back down.

How did I let myself get this bad?

FLASHBACK

I scroll via Twitter.

Slut.

Whore.

Fat.

Useless.

I go to the bathroom, looking the door. Rummaging through the drawers, I finally find it.

Quickly, I slide it across my wrist, watching the red flow out. I tilt my head back in satisfaction.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Harry comes back into the kitchen, putting papers onto the counter.