Detailed Pain (Harry Styles FanFic)

Ch. 2 Leave

Anna Belle's POV:

It was 2 O'clock in the morning, the bar was empty except 5 drunken boys. The bar was clean except for scattered beer bottles and napkins on their table. The one named Louis had his head on the table passed out, and the rest of the boys had their arms around each other swaying and singing songs with a slurring, burping rhythm.

Harry raised his beer that was almost all the way gone and declared his 'love' for his mates. "I - I - I couldn't ask fuh - for better mates you - you guysssss!" He slurred as his friends cheered at his drunk speech, then he shot the rest of his beer down and waved at me for another one.

I slammed a mug down that I was polishing and slung the rag over my shoulder.

"No!" I yelled, "No more! It's 2 O'Clock in the fuckin morning. You all need to go home. I want to go home. You need to leave or call a taxi!" I was irritated, I could feel my face getting red with frustration.

Harry got up from the table but almost fell over, his face was so innocent and his eyes were so bloodshot that I felt bad. I walked over to him and put his arm around my neck and helped him get up.

"Okay, okay...there we go. Upsie-Daisy!" I said while I lifted his body weight with all of my strength.

He looked at me and tucked a pieced of hair behind my ear and kept his hand on my cheek, I was so shocked that I looked him in the eyes and blushed.

"You're so be - beautiful..." He said, a tear slipping from his eye. I raised my eye brow and responded, "Yup, you've had enough." I quietly, embarrassingly chuckled and helped him Into his seat.

"Bellybutton," Liam started saying while waving at me to get my attention.

"It's Anna Belle!" I snapped.

"Okay, Anna Poop," He snaps back.

Niall laughs hysterically until I shoot a death glare, then he stops almost instantly.

"A cab will only fit 4." Liam said, smirking at me.

"Shit!" I say under my breath.

"Y-Yeah. So so that means one of us wuh-will have to go with yoouu." He said giggling and pointing his finger at me.

"I will I will I will!" Harry said with an excited tone while he drunkenly winked at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh! Fine." I gave in, and honestly I didn't really mind driving with Harry alone. He's handsome, even with his drunk attitude.

"What're you thinking Anna Belle, don't fool yourself. Remember what happened last time."  I thought to myself. While I was in my thoughts, the 4 boys were already halfway out the bar with Louis being supported by them, his feet dragging on the ground and his head bobbing up and down. He looked like a rag doll.

After they left, I picked up the rest of the beer bottles and threw them away, leaving the bar looking spotless and perfect. I sighed. At least I get to go home now.

I glance over to where Harry was sitting and saw that he was fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt.

I caught myself smiling. He had no Idea I was watching him. He was biting his lower lip and playing with his fingernails. I bit my lip wondering how he would taste.

"Mmmmmm those lips..."

I let out a breath and decided it was time to leave.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yes love." He answered.

I helped him up off the chair and kept my arm around his shoulder, letting him lean into me. I grabbed my keys and kept my hand close to the small of his back while I turned off the bar lights and locked the door. We got into my red 1997 Jeep Cherokee, I started the engine and noticed Harry was having a bit of trouble with his seat belt so I leaned over to help him. I couldn't see anything in the dark so I leaned closer. I could feel Harrys hot alcoholic breath on my cheek and it made my hair swirl around. It sent chills down my spine and my voice quivered as my breath caught in my throat.

"Uh uh-Umm, So where are we headed?" I asked, quickly removing my face from his. I started pulling out of the bar waiting for Harry's commands.

Silence. Not a peep.

"Harry?" I asked, looking over to him for an answer.

His head was slumped over with his chin to his chest and he was breathing heavily.

"Erm, Harry?" I asked again, moving his curls to see his eyes. They were shut, not moving, not even fluttering. He passed out.

"Shit, just my luck."