insanity // h.s

eleven

Song of the Chapter- She, Parachute

Addie's POV

I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. I didn't know what time it was, I passed out around eleven while I was reading.

"No," I groaned into my pillow, waiting for the ringing to end.

It only lasted a second, though, before whoever the hell was calling, called again.

"Hey," I heard Maggie whisper-yell at the other end of the room, "either answer your phone, or turn the fucking thing off, it's three in the morning."

I groaned in response but picked up my phone regardless, squinting my eyes at the bright screen as they adjusted to the light.

I woke up almost immediately as I read the words 'Harry' on the screen. Why was he calling me at three in the morning? I haven't spoken to him since we had dinner, which was about four days ago.

"Harry?" I tiredly answered, sitting up in the bed.

"Come over," he breathed.

"What," I asked, rubbing my eyes as I tried to wake myself up, "Harry, what the hell is going on?"

"I need you," he slurred, "please come over."

"Are you.... Are you drunk?"

I heated rummaging through the other end, and then a crashing noise.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed, "just please come over, Addie, please."

He was crying. It was three in the morning, and Harry was drunk calling me, sobbing.

"Harry, I-I don't think I can, it's late, you're drunk, you should go to sleep-"

"Please," he cried, "please come over, fuck, Addie, please come here."

I glanced over at Maggie, who at this time was fast asleep, "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

I hung up the phone and threw the covers off of me.

"Fucking hell," I cursed, rushing over to my dresser and grabbing a random pair of skinny jeans and put them on.

"Where are you going," Maggie groaned.

"Harry's, I don't know when I'll be back," I mumbled, throwing on a hoodie.

I stuffed my feet in combat boots, grabbed my phone, and headed towards the door.

"Use protection!" I heard Maggie call from behind me.

I didn't even answer her, I just rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut, hurting my way downstairs and into my car.

**********

I arrived at Harry's apartment within 10 minutes, Harry called me twice on my way here.

I walked down the hallway hesitantly and slowly, not exactly knowing what I'm going to do with Harry in his drunken state.

I walked up to his door and knocked on it, only to find it wasn't locked. As soon as my knuckles hit the wood door, it creaked open.

I walked inside and looked around, and gasped at the appearance of the apartment. Trash was everywhere, and there was a broken lamp on the floor. I guessed that was the crashing sound I heard on the other end of the phone.

"Harry," I called out wearily, stepping around the mess on the floor.

"You came," I heard him call behind me, causing me to jump.

He was about a foot or so away from me, standing in the doorway of another room. His hair was a mess on his head, and I could smell the alcohol on him from here.