Late (p.w)

twenty one - petty & puking

with keeping my back glued to the wall, i see bella walk away from zayn and harry and they then talk amongst themselves.

i don't know whether zayn told harry that he talked to me, or if harry even knows if i'm here. does he even care anyhow? i think he'd be more concerned with what person he has to kill today rather than me.

zayn puts his hand on harry shoulder and seems to speak in a slow matter towards him. slowly dipping his head after every stretch his lips do. harry's dull and empty body immediately jerks and becomes alert. i assume he just told him. i wonder whether harry is going to look for me. does he want to even look for me? i think i need to drink again, my sober thoughts are starting to get louder than my drunk thoughts.

harry's signature eyebrow furrow quickly crawls back to his face. he begins turning his neck left and right so quickly you'd think he's broken his neck from doing so.

me being in a panic, when he turns his head near my direction makes me instinctively drop to my hands and knees and pray that he didn't lay eyes on me.

"someone tell this drunk hoe to get off the floor." someone yells.

"who's girl is this?" another voice laughs.

oh if only they knew i'm doing this out fear rather than intoxication, or maybe it's both because i'm not too sure if sober whitnee would be crawling on a floor with spilled beer, crumbles of weed, and smelly feet.

while thinking up the number of snapchat stories i'm probably on, i bump into something which feels like hard plastic and my forehead begins stinging. this is not a good idea at all.

i lazily hoist myself up to just my knees, and pick myself up, seeing the second last face i've wanted to see.

"hey, d-d'you need help?" dave offers while i involuntarily accept his help and grab on to his arm to assist myself up.

"i'm sorry i don't know what i'm doing, i'm drunk." i mumble.

"it's okay, and i know you're drunk i saw you drink myself remember?" he smiles.

as soon as my eyes once lay upon his, they give me an instant reminder of harry, causing my head to jerk up to look over the crowd, to see if harry's still here.

i don't see him, but for some reason i have a tiny amount of hope that he's still here, searching for me, trying to find me to make things right with me, and as long as i can't see him, i'll hold on to that hope.

"i need to go." i murmur.

"wait whitnee, i'm sorry." he says while placing his hands on my shoulder.

"it doesn't matter, it's all good." i say semi honestly. "what'd i even bump into down there?" i say while rubbing my forehead.

"how are you planning on going home?" dave asks, still trying to keep me in his reach.

"bus." i say.

"i could drive you and your friend, taking the bus is too dangerous don't you think?" i offers.

"yes, god yes, please give me a ride thank you so so much." i say genuinely. i still don't really want anything to do with him, since he's a reminder of harry and my bad choices, but a chance to take a car ride home instead of taking a bus home, is music to my ears.

"okay." he laughs a little, "d'you wanna leave now or later?" he asks.

i begin to ponder and weigh out my options. i could leave and go home and pretend like this whole night never happened. or i can stay and drink until i really can't remember tonight.