"Another one!" I screamed at the bartender, my body wobbling as I placed my glass on the table.
The bartender looked at me questionably before refilling my glass with the vodka drink I had been having all night. I didn't know what glass I was up to now, but it was over three. I placed the glass to my lips and sculled some of the fiery liquid back before placing it back onto the table. The affects had already taken over my body and I was no longer feeling like my usual self. Although, I didn't really know who I usually was anymore. I had no idea why I even came to this high class bar and why I just kept asking for more drinks, putting the costs of them all on some tab I couldn't even afford. I was lost without Harry, I didn't know what to do with him or without him. But I knew one thing for sure, I wanted him back.
The song from the speakers around the bar changed and I instantly recognised it. It was Free Fallin' by John Mayer, Harry's favourite song. I swayed on my bar stool as I listened to the floaty song, singing a few words I knew. And without even thinking, I rang Harry so that he could listen to it too.
I waited for a few seconds before he finally picked up, his raspy and sleepy voice answering.
"H-Hello?" He asked in more of a groan.
"Hi!" I chirped. "Guess who?!"
There was a few minutes silence. "Heather? Is that you?"
"Nooooo!"
Before he could reply, I spoke again. "Just kidding, it is." I giggled.
More silence. "Heather, it's three in the morning."
I gasped. "What! Woaaahh! That's early, ain't it?! I've been here for a while then...."
"Wait, where are you?"
"Oh, I did call you for a reason. I mean, I didn't just call to hear your voice. But I would actually because I miss hearing it. I miss you. But anyway, your favourite song is playing! I thought of you because it's your favourite song. Wanna listen?"
"Heather-"
I took the phone away from my ear and held the speaker in the air so Harry could hear what was coming from the stereo speakers. I heard him yelling something so I placed the phone back to my air to find him repeatedly saying my name.
"Hi again!" I cried. "Did you hear it?"
"Yes, it was lovely. Heather-"
"Mmm, it is. Such a nice tune right?" I asked, taking more sips from my alcoholic drink and feeling it take control of my body. I swayed more to the tune and nearly fell off my stool. I cackled with laughter. "Harry! I nearly fell off my chair! Jesus Christ! It was hilaaaaarious."
"Heather, are you drunk?" Harry asked me in a completely serious tone.
I made a combination of a hissing and laughing noise. "Nooooo."
There was lots of shuffling on the other end. "Heather, tell me the truth! You are, aren't you?" He asked, sounding somewhat panicked.
I giggled. "Calm down you old man. So what?"
"So what?! So what, you have a baby to look after remember? That's 'so what'!"
I gulped, only just remembering now. I looked down at my small bump of a stomach and placed my hand over my mouth like a small child getting caught for eating lollies. "Oops."
There was louder shuffling around and a few seconds of silence before Harry spoke again. "Where are you?" He said, basically shouting.
"Er.....I don't know." I said dumbly, looking around. "Are you going to come say hi?"
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Fanfiction"You're depressed." Harry told me. "That's it isn't it?" "We're all depressed." I said. "We all have something eating away at us. We all have insecurities and the want for someone to accept us for who we are; make us feel happy. But some people are...