Drunk (Harry Styles FanFic)

Finding An Old Friend

"Harry! Harry Styles! Get your ass back here!" I heard Paul call from behind me on my way out of the studio. I just chuckled and kept on walking. I wasn't gonna stop until I was at a pub with a beer in my hand. "Harold Edward Styles!" I pulled open the heavy metal backdoor. "Halt!" Seriously? Halt? I threw Paul a confused look before slamming the door behind me. I was over this day before it even began and all I wanted to do right now was drink my sorrows away...

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I arrived at a pub with minimum issues, only a few people recognized me. It was okay though because all I had to do was look at them and they left me alone, probably because of the scowl on my face. I sat down at the bar and slung my leather jacket onto the back of the chair. "Beer me," I ordered the bartender. He nodded to me in acknowledgement before filling up a mug with draft beer. I didn't even care what kind it was, they all had the same effect eventually.

"Here you go man." The guy slid the mug down the wooden bar top to me. With one swift move I had the beer in my hand and it was up to my mouth. I was so ready to forget...

(A/N- This is a flashback)

"And who are you?" I slid up to a pretty girl at the local bar in Holmes Chapel.

She turned, gave me a flirty smirk and replied, "Katarina, but you can call me Kat because you're cute." She flipped her reddish brown hair behind her shoulder before looking at me in the eyes. "Now who are you Mr. Dimples?" she asked, poking my left dimple with her index finger.

I rolled my eyes all flirty-like and took a bow before saying, "Well fair lady, I am Mr. Harry Edward Styles of this fine town here. My cheekiness is at your service."

She giggled, "How chivalrous!" I took her hand in mine and kissed it.

"May I offer you a dance, Mrs. Katarina?" She nodded in this cute little way that let me know instantly that she was something special...

(A/N- Flashback over)

"Harry?" I heard a whiny voice behind me. I shook myself out of yet another daydream of the good times I had had with Kat, the ones I'll never be able to actually return to.

I groaned and spun around on my chair. "What?"

Standing in front of me wasn't Kat, like I had desperately hoped it was, but another one of my old friends from town. Heather. She had cut her hair into a style that made her look like Tinker Bell and she had on a green dress to match it. "Tink? Is that you?" I laughed before getting up and hugging her tightly. It was nice to see someone other than the boys and annoying ass fans.

"Haven't changed a bit, have we Haz?" she smiled sweetly. She was a girl I had been friends with since like 3rd grade and dated briefly in grade school.

I swayed a little as I shook my head. "I don't like change, as you can see. I'm still me, and I'm still at the pub, as per usual. How you been?" I gestured for her to come back with me to the bar. I held up two fingers to tell the bartender that I needed two beers this time, one for me and one for  Heather.

She shrugged, "Going to college here in London, eh. Felt like getting drunk, but on the bright side I now don't have to do it alone!" her face brightened up the more she spoke.

"Cheers!" I said as the beers arrived, we clanked glasses and chugged some back, avoiding the bubbles.

After a few beers and some revisiting of the past she said to me, "Oh! I almost forgot! I'm going back home tomorrow to see my mum and I would love it if you could come with me??" she offered.

I thought it over for a bit and then realized that I couldn't leave the boys just hanging, I at least needed to see what my punishment was first...nahhh. "Sure, I'll go." I smiled at her and she smiled back before we commenced drinking again.

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-Harry! Where are you??

-Get home! Paul's pissed!

-Harold! C'mon answer!

-Please come home...

A text from each boy and even without looking at the names I knew who each one was from. Niall, Zayn, Louis and good ole Liam, always so considerate. Yeah, okay...

"Do you need to go home at all? To get some things?" Heather asked as we left the pub. I was going to stay at her house and we were gonna leave in the morning, or whenever we actually woke up.

"Hell no! I don't want to be anywhere near those douche-cicles right now..." I slurred out. I followed through on my live TV promise and got wasted, with Heather of course. She wasn't as smashed as I was obviously, she's the one calling a cab right now, not me.

"The boys?" she asked curiously. I nodded. "What did all the fame go to their heads or yours?" she joked.

"They don't like my drinking habit, even though they have no business in what I do with my own personal life...Don't let them fool you either, they don't give a shit about me. Otherwise they wouldn't walk around all the time, flaunting their girlfriends in front of me when they know that mine left me without a fucking word!" I was getting worked up and I could tell it was making Heather nervous. I took a deep breath, calming myself a little before continuing, "I'm sorry. I just can't deal with them right now and since we are going back to Cheshire I shouldn't have to get any clothes. It's not like I grew 8 sizes and 18 inches in 3 years...?"

She nodded slowly, taking in everything that I just said and hailing a near by cab, showing them that it was us that called. She pulled open the door, "Get in," she pushed me through the door and told the driver her local address. I guess she didn't live on campus then?

Shortly after we arrived at a like place that looks like those...brownstones? in New York. It was quaint and really cute, at least through my 'beer goggles' it was, who knows really, plus it was dark.

"Let's go, you can sleep this off and we can leave in the morning." Heather grabbed me by the elbow and led me upstairs to her apartment-type place. Once upstairs she grabbed me a blanket, some Advil, a glass of water and a pillow. "Here take these," she handed me the pills and water. I swallowed them before lying down on her couch with the pillow and blanket she brought me.

"Thank you, beautiful..." I mumbled before closing my eyes.

"You're such a dork, Harry..."

A/N- Sorry for the wait but oh well. This story is moving pretty fast I know, but I have to get him back to Cheshire soon, that's where the real story starts! Love y'all love and thanks for waiting! Smiles and kisses. Mars.

:):)xx