Lovin' Styles

Drunken Harry - Chapter 27

Riley's POV:

I jumped up, and grabbed my car keys. I slipped on a pair of moccasins and locked the door. 

I tried to call Harry again, as I drove around town, frantically hearing the ringing of the phone in my ears. 

He finally picked up. "Hellllllo?" He sounded drunk.

"Harry, where are you?" I drove by the hospital.

"I don't knowwwww," he slurred. I sighed. When Harry's drunk, it's bad.

"Harry, describe to me where you are." I drove past Stop & Shop.

"It's bright-t." He hiccuped. "And there's cars, and lots and lots of bananas." He giggled. I groaned.

"And, lots of girls in little pieces of clothing dancing on tablesssss."

I gulped.

Aw shit. 

He was at a bar. Drunk. With strippers, dancing on tables.

He was also my fiance, I had to find him.

"Go outside," I said, hyperventilating. "Look around. See anything else?"

"Uhmmm, I see a lot of fat guysss smoking logs, and a store with-"

I suddenly realized.

I stopped at the light, immpatiently tapping my fingers on the steering wheels.

I finally took a right, then a left down a dark alley. There was a fork in the road.

I remember Harry once told me jokingly, "Go right, it's right." I thought it was stupid back then, but it actually helps me calm down.

I went right, and saw Harry down at the bar up the street. He was walking in circles, talking to himself.

I sped into the parking lot and pulled out the key. I opened the door and ran over to Harry hugging him tightly around his torso. 

He peeled me off of him, looking at me, no recognition in his eyes. 

"Who're youuuu," he slurred again.

"I'm your fiance, Riley," I said with a smile before grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the car. "C'mon, let's go home."

"Nu-uh. I can't." Harry protested.

"Why can't you go home?" I asked sweetly.

"My carrr." He pointed at his car and stomped his foot like a seven-year old. 

"We can come back and get it in the morning," I said and dragged his arm. He sat down in the car, pressing all of the buttons on the radio, giggling to himself.

This was gonna be a long night.