Anger Issues

Drunk

After about ten minutes I walked through the house trying to look for Harry but I couldn't find him anywhere. Luckily, I had the whole house to myself since my older brother and his fiancée moved out 5 months ago. No one could bug me.. except Harry now. I checked the bathrooms, kitchen, even his room and nothing. He must've left because I didn't even see his wallet where he normally puts it.
Great.
An angry Harry on the loose.
I'm probably going to wake up to him staggering home shit- faced drunk at 2AM. Fantastic.

I go onto my laptop in my room and start finishing my English homework. A seven page essay to do and I'm on page five plus, it's due tomorrow.
I can barely even concentrate on what I'm doing.
My mind is overwhelmed on what happened this evening. I don't go to much parties but it was my best friend Kayla's birthday. Sure there was weed, strip poker, and beer pong, things I am totally against, but I couldn't bail on my best friend. She's crazy but I've known her since 4th grade. The party was fun aside from the fact that Robert kissed me. Rob was a little drunk when he kissed me, but I don't like him like all the other girls do, so I didn't kiss back. I mean, I used to like him before he started partying it up every weekend. He is one of my closest guy friends and he's kissed me before so it wasn't anything new or awkward for us. After he kissed me I went straight home and found a crazy Harry tearing up the place. How did he even find out what happened?
I go onto Instagram and see a picture of me and Rob kissing with a hashtag #justdatealready. Ugh, Kayla is going to be dead meat. A couple comments say "wow what a skank" and "Rob is too hot for her."
My goodness. I message Kayla telling her to take it down but I don't expect her to even be sober enough to find her phone in that party house right now. I'm too tired to even care that much anyway plus, I need to finish this paper...
I wake up to a door slamming and me sitting at my laptop. What the heck. I start walking downstairs and see Harry staggering around the dark room. I go and turn on the lights.
"What the fuck is that for?" Harry says, his eyes wincing at the bright lights.
"You are bumping into literally everything," I say as Harry is trying to shield his eyes.
"That's because I'm fucking drunk" he slurs, starting to walk up the stairs. "And maybe more than just drunk actually," he says with a half smirk.
"That's your own fault" I tell him with hands on my hips.
"Did I fucking ask?" he says turning around glaring at me. Okay, sudden mood change it is.
I didn't answer. I just walk past him and up the stairs back into my room. He can deal with his own shit. I'm not here to babysit or deal with his mood swings.
I turn on the tv and go into my bathroom to start the shower up. I turn the water on as hot as I can stand it and try and relax. By the time I get out I can see it's 12:30AM. Wow Harry came home early for once. It feels so much later. I blow dry my hair and go sit in bed. I think I can hear Harry on the phone but it's too quiet.
I turn my tv on mute and hear him whispering a little bit louder. I walk over to the guest room where Harry is but I can't hear any words, just mumbo jumbo. Him being drunk and whatever else he's on doesn't help his words very much.
He suddenly opens the door and we're face to face.
My eyes go wide, I'm not much for being an eavesdropper but me getting caught is embarrassing.
"Sorry, I was just going to go to sleep." I say, hoping he doesn't realize I was trying to hear what he was up to.
He stares at me. His eyebrows narrow and he slightly opens his mouth to say something. But he shrugs and turns around, going back into his room.
I walk back to my room and actually go to sleep. We both have school tomorrow.