Drunk (Harry Styles FanFic)

Morning Person? No.

After I was done getting ready I left my room and went to the kitchen. All the boys were around the kitchen's bar thing, even though there was no booze to be seen, and were whispering.

"Haz!" Liam tried to fake enthusiasm when he looked up and saw me. I glared at him coldly and continued on my way to the coffee machine in the corner. I was forbidden to have 'alcoholic beverages' before an interview, that's why they were put this early in the morning, it doesn't give me a chance to get drunk yet.

"So...." I heard Zayn's voice from behind me. They must have been talking about me before I got here. "10 minutes until we leave, right Liam?" He was talking just loud enough for me to hear him.

Someone coughed awkwardly, presumably Liam, before answering, "Yeah. Is everybody ready?"

"Yep!" Niall's 'excitement' seemed pretty damn fake lately, and I'd like to believe that's because of me.

"Sure thing," Zayn said in his usual 'Harry is right there' voice. It's kind of like the voice you'd think he'd use in a hostage situation. Slightly amusing. To me it is anyway.

"Uh-huh!" There goes Louis' dumb ass voice again. It's so whiny and it makes me want to punch him in the face, daily.

"I'm ready. How 'bout you Harry?" Liam asked cautiously. I took this as my chance to turn around. I had a coffee cup in one hand and with my other gestured to my appearance. I hope my irritation is showing clear. I don't want to be anywhere but my room, the bar or passed out somewhere alone. I don't want to go outside, I don't want to socialize, and I sure as hell don't want to go do another damn interview where I have to put on that fake ass smile and act like I'm just peachy with life. It's almost as bad as a concert...

"Seems like we're all good to go. I'm going to go get some stuff together in my room and we can go afterward?" Zayn suggested.

"Cool, I'll just get some more breakfast then!" I looked down from Niall's pathetic little excited face to the counter top where there was 3 dirty plates, and back up to his face with annoyance. Like really? How long is he gonna keep this up? He's the freaking reason we all have to work out in general, can't he cut it back just a freaking tad?

"I'll go get my TOMS." Louis skittered out of the room followed by Liam who just nodded at me and Zayn who ducked his head and walked by as fast as he could without bumping into Liam. As for Niall, he decided to stick around for the food, dumb boy. He knows I'm probably gonna tear into him for something...

I sipped my coffee as I watched Niall hurry around the kitchen, getting ready to making toast and a bowl of cereal. I set my cup down, "Do you really need toast and cereal after you already ate what seems like a shit pile of food?" He stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at me, his ears and nose already reddening.

He shook his head slowly before quietly putting everything back. "Sorry Harry...." he mumbled as he walked past me and out of the kitchen in silence.

I rolled my eyes and went back into my room with my cup. I shut the door behind me with a sigh. I don't mean to be mean to everyone and make them all walk on eggshells around me but I just can't help it. I'm constantly on edge and that apparently means that I no longer have a filter. I say exactly what's on my mind without thinking about how fragile some of the boys and everyone else can be.

"I just need something to take the edge off..." I mumbled to myself. I exhaled loudly before going over to my dresser. In the top drawer, under my underwear, I pulled out a silver flask with the word 'THERAPY' engraved on it in gold. I had it specially made for myself after Kat left. The boys think I still go to therapy when really I just take this down to my car and drive down to the park to drink. It works better than therapy anyway.

I poured about 2 shots worth of vodka into my coffee, causing the 2 liquids to mix together in what I called my 'morning dose' before returning the flask to my drawer and closing it.

"Harry! We gotta go!" Liam yelled from right outside my door.

"God damn! I can hear you!" I yelled back.

"Okay, I'm sorry. We'll meet you downstairs, okay?" his voice quieter than before by measurable amounts. I didn't bother to answer as I slipped on some shoes and grabbed my leather jacket from my bed.

"Here goes another fucking interview on another dumb ass day." I chugged what was left of the now cold coffee before going out of the apartment and down the stairs, on my way to my own personal hell...

A/N- I GOT TICKETS TO SEE THE BOYS ON THE WHERE WE ARE TOUR! I'M SO DANG EXCITED AND I CAN'T WAIT! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE IN SEPTEMEBER OF NEXT FREAKING YEAR!!!!! UGGHHHH.....

Sorry, had to get that out. No more author's notes...k bye. Smiles and kisses. Mars.

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