Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Drown my sorrows

I'm so glad to get rid of those house keys.I did a good deed for someone else and a small weight has lifted off of my chest,although there's a lot more weight to be shifted.My heart feels as though it's being weighed down,pulled to the pit of my stomach.The ache continuously poking me in the ribs.

I continue to walk down the pavement covered in chewing gum and rubbish. I soon arrive at a small,dimly lit bar.

The rain pounds down heavier than earlier and my eyes sting from the mixture of mascara and tears that roll down my cheeks.

I cry out trying to relief the dragging pain constantly pulling on my chest.

By now it's 5pm and I decide to stop off for a drink and enter the bar.

The loud pounds through my ear drums.The feeling when it's so loud,it rumbles your heart.

The bar isn't that busy,about 20 people litter the dance floor and 5 crowd around the bar area.I head for the bar and take one of the empty stools on the end.

"What can I getcha?" A bartender asks me

"Jack Daniels please" I ask

Soon a glass of Jack Daniels is placed in front of me.The wonderful fiery burn rolls down my throat.

It takes me no time at all before I've already had 5 shots.

I continue to cry at the bar

I make the decision to buy a whole bottle and pour it myself.

Half way through the bottle and I decide to drink it from the bottle,drinking it like water as I take big gulps.

I soon can feel the liquid sloshing around my stomach and I begin to hiccup.

I feel terribly tired and begin to forget what I'm even doing her.

"Dylan,come here Dylan" A lady calls behind me

Dylan,where.Wheres my Dylan? I begin to laugh

I turn around to see a small blonde boy walking around behind me.

"Dylan come here darling" His mum follows behind as she tugs on his red and white stripped top.

"Dylan" I begin to sob again,before downing the last bit of Jack Daniels at the end of the bottle.

My head begins to throb and the room begins to spin.

Later that evening the football is half way through and I feel myself stubbing over to the football manic and join in with singing the England football song.

I have the sudden urge that I need to pee.

I stumble and fall around knocking over a few stools and bashing into a few tables and chairs before reaching the toilet.

I lock the door and borrow the loo.

Wow never knew I could wee that long

It's midnight and I think it's time to get a taxi.

I know where I am going to,it's crazy to think I'm going to his place but I am.