Drunk (Harry Styles FanFic)

Hurt And Hungover

Being shaken awake with a major hangover in the middle of an intense dream does not equal a happy Harry. "Heather!" I groaned as she tried to yank the blanket off of me. I wanted to sleep for the next century not the next few seconds. "I'm tired!"

"You have to get up so we can get home already! I only have the weekend and need to be home by Monday morning!" she complained in a whiny voice. She grabbed my arm roughly and yanked extremely hard, causing me to slip off the couch and onto the hardwood floor below. 

"Heather!" I scolded her. "That really hurt!" 

She busted in a fit of laughter for no apparent reason and I think she got my confusion after a minute or two of me not laughing. "You know...Like 'Charlie Bit My Finger'? The YouTube video. C'mon Harry! The kid's name was Harry even! You sounded JUST like him." She was still laughing at me and her dumb reference to some video I don't remember as I pulled myself up off the floor. I sent her daggers when she told me that I had 15 minutes to get ready; she just laughed at me again. 

I hobbled off to the bathroom with my head pounding and my legs shaking. I was going to leave town without telling anyone where I'm going after not being home for MONTHS. The boys would be pissed but I can't even begin to imagine how Management is going to react when they find out their Golden Drunk Boy left town without any notice. I chuckled at how mad I thought that they would be, they would probably look like those cartoon characters with the steam coming out of their ears. 

"Harry!" Heather said while pounding on the door. I had spent like 5 minutes just looking at my own reflection and thinking. I looked like shit, my life was shit, everything I did was shitty and now I'm acting just as shitty to the boys as I promised I never would. All of this is because of Kat leaving me. I sighed heavily, told her I'd be done in a minute and continued looking into the mirror. I pushed my dirty curls back off of my forehead and grabbed a bandana from her counter. I honestly do care that it's pink, just as long as my hair is off my forehead. I washed my face in the sink and swished around some mouth wash to get rid of all the alcohol on my breath and the look of death that was currently on my face. 

"Let's go! We still need to get coffee!" she called to me again. I groaned before putting on a fake smile and heading out of the bathroom and back towards the couch to get my shit together for the trip home. 

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We had been in the car for like 4 freaking hours and had about 6 sodas and 2 cups of coffee each, trying to sober up completely by the time we made it home. We still had like 2 hours left to Cheshire too. Ugh.

"Can we please pull over so I can eat?" I begged Heather as she stared straight ahead at the packed highway.

"Why Harry? You ate like 4 hours ago, how are you already hungry?" she asked in a joking manner.

"I live with Niall! If you don't eat fast, he eats it all! That's why my body is accustomed to 4 to 5 meals a day." The second his name came out of my mouth I regretted it because it brought me back to thinking about the boys and how I just left them like we were never a band in the first place.

"Okay, fine." Heather rolled her eyes but placed the turn signal on and exited the highway to some little hole-in-the-wall diner. At least nobody will notice me here, I thought as we entered the restaurant.

"Thanks for stopping. What time is it anyway?" I questioned her as we slid into an old fashioned red leather booth. It even had the little checked tabletop.

She pulled out her phone and the time flashed across the screen as she showed me it. "Why? Where's your phone anyway?"

"It's in the car. I didn't feel like having the thing vibrate against my leg while I was eating. It's kind of irritating," I confessed to her with a shrug. The boys and management were still texting and calling me like non stop. They were practically begging me to tell them where I went. If they really wanted to know, wouldn't they just track my phone? I know they can, they've done it before. so what's stopping them now?

"Oh okay." Heather seemed a little off and I didn't know why. I cocked my head to the side, asking her what was wrong. "Nothing, it's just that I don't really want to take shit for being the one taking you away and pretty much hiding you in Cheshire."

"You won't be held accountable, that I can promise. It was my choice to leave London and go back home. I just couldn't handle the boys being all lovey-dovey with their girlfriends all the time while I just sat there and wallowed in my depression and loss. Also they were always trying to take away my booze and it was starting to piss me off. It was none of their business what I did off-stage. It never interfered with my presence on-stage so they should have just butted out." I felt like I had just unloaded like a million pounds of pressure off my shoulders, just by telling her my reason for leaving. It was weird but I felt safer with a girl I hadn't seen since graduation than I have with the boys in MONTHS.

She reached across the table and grabbed my hand, "Oh I didn't know Harry. I'm so sorry. Hey, let's just order okay?" she tried to lighten the mood.

"Yeah okay." I tried to smile back at her but mine ended up more like a grimace than a smile. I hadn't smiled genuinely in so long that it felt like those muscles were ripping open again. It was the weirdest sensation I've ever felt in my life, other than heartbreak that is.

She called over some waiter and he came over quickly. "Hi, my name's Jason..." he trailed off as he looked at me in realization. This kid was Jason Wilson, Kat's older brother, and he knew who I was too.

"Where's Kat?" I asked casually, trying not to get angry since he hadn't helped in my finding her earlier.

"Who?" he tried to play it off and act like he didn't know who I was.

I scooted a little further from the inside of the booth towards the dark hair kid that stood before me in a '50's diner outfit. I pressed him, "You know, your sister?" out of the corner of my eye I saw Heather raise her hand to her mouth. She must not have known who this guy was but realized who he was now.

"Who's asking?" once again playing dumb.

I got out of the booth this time to stand in front of him, me a good 3 inches taller. I sure hope I was intimidating him, at least that's what I was aiming for. "Harry. Harry Styles. You know, your sister's boyfriend who she just left out of the blue?" I was circling around him like he was my prey or something. He started to fidget, he was obviously becoming nervous. Good, he should be.

I heard him swallow hard before opening his mouth to answer me. "Oh, Harry, of course. Um, I haven't seen Kat in a few months. I'm going to school around here and have been working here since like June..."

"She left in May, asshole. You know where she is and I swear to God if you don't tell me where she is right this fucking instant, I will beat your ass," I threatened sincerely. This kid might be 23 and I only 19 but he's got nothing on me, especially with his height disadvantage.

He turned around quickly to run away or push me down or whatever his wimpy ass decided on but I wasn't going to allow that. I grabbed his collar and spun him back around to me, "Let's go," I said before dragging him out the side door. These poor old people didn't need to see me beat his ass into next week, that'd be too violent for them.

"Harry, wait! Stop! You don't need to do this!" I heard Heather call as she scrambled out of the booth to follow us outside. I ignored her and the moment I got outside I began to wail on Jason. Hitting him in the face and stomach a couple times until I was sure he'd stay down on the ground. Heather stayed back and just watched, knowing she wouldn't be able to stop me; I was pissed.

"Fucking tell me where she is!" I screamed at him after kneeling down in front of him. He mumbled something, "Speak up you prick!"

He must have summoned some kind of courage because when he spoke next his voice was clear, "I can't fucking tell you," you spat.

"And why not?!" I said, shoving him further into the dirt parking lot.

"I'm not allowed!"

"Why?!" I demanded again.

"She doesn't want to see you!"

"You're a liar!" I screamed again, this time purely out of hurt. How can she not want to see me? She loved me, right?