Let Me Love You (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Kylie's POV:

3 hours past and Harry still hadn't come back. I've left him numerous voice mails and text messages which to all he didn't reply. I have no clue where he is and this is getting ridiculous. Huffing, I gathered my belongings and was about the head out the door when Harry walked in stumbling and reeking of alcohol. Great. Just Greaat.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" I shout

"Out duh!" He giggled, clearly drunk.

"I've been here for 3 fucking hours waiting for you to come home and you're out and get drunk?!" I continue to yell. I am beyond pissed at him right now.

He stood there trying to keep his balance and kept giggling. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the door. He can take care of himself.

"Don't go baaabyyyy" Harry cooed.

"Harry, no you're drunk" I said pushing past him. He caught me by the wrist and spinned me around.

"Pleaaaaseee staaayy" He whined, his words slurring. I rolled my eyes and gave in knowing I won't be able to leave.

"Fine" I huffed.

He walked over to me and wrapped his hands around my waist and leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him away making him pout.

"You're going to bed" I said taking him to his room. It always shocks me on how neat it is all the time.

He laid down on the bed and I pulled the covers over his legs up to his waist. He stretched out his arms and pulled me to lay on top of him. He started to kiss up and down my neck until he stopped and started to suck. Sick with his drunk behavior, I once again pushed off him.

"Harry. Stop!" I said getting more mad.

I got up and walked into the kitchen getting out a glass of water and two Advil's for the hangover he'll get.

I waled into his room and Harry was giggling at who knows what.

"Here" I snapped putting the water and the Advil on the night stand.

"Feisty" He giggled more. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the door.

"You said you're staying" He said propping up on his elbows.

"I am. Just not in the same bed as you." I said exiting the room and layed on the couch.

Harry's POV:

I woke up with the worst headache ever. I looked around and the bed was empty. There was water and Advil on the nightstand.

Events of last night flooded my mind. From the phone call and going to the bar and coming back home to Kylie. Kylie. Shit!

I quickly got out of bed which was a bad idea because my head pounded massively.

I took the Advil and gulped down the water. I stood up from the bed and walked out to see Kylie laying on the couch. I sat down on the other side of the couch and I see Kylie shift in her position. Her eyes flutter open and land on me. She glares at me before getting up and walking away to the bathroom. 5 minutes later she came back.

"Are you mad?" I asked quietly, having the feeling she was

"Am I mad?!" Her voice boomed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You don't tell me where you're going, you leave for three fucking hours and you come back drunk. Do you have any idea how fucking worried I was?! All these negative thoughts run to my head but you're here getting drunk off your ass!" She screams at me.