The Breakup + Harry Styles

06

[niall and the drunk attempt]

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Niall, Harry's best friend since grade school, sat in Harry's living room on a Friday night as he tried to beg him to come out of his apartment. Niall had always cared for Harry, and he's been worried about him ever since what happened. He knew that Harry was broken, and he didn't know what to do with his friend anymore.

"You have to get out of this apartment." Niall told him sternly.

"It's not healthy." He said.

"You can't just hide in here for months on end."

"Sometimes I think you'll die from heartbreak, and it makes me want to come over and drag you out of this place."

"Shut up." Was all that Harry told him. "I can't get over her. I don't know why you keep trying to make me, it's pointless because I can't."

"Yes you can." Niall said.

"It might take a while, but you will. But sitting in here won't help. You need to come outside and look at new things. Get fresh air. Aren't you tired of being in here?"

"No."

"Well, come out with me tonight. Please. I need a wingman, and you're the only one available. Louis is stuck with his girlfriend, Liam is in another country, and I don't even know where the hell Zayn is. Will you please?" Niall gave him his blue puppy eyes, and Harry said okay.

Niall widened his eyes, because after two hundred tries before, Harry was finally agreeing. Niall couldn't believe it, so he was quiet for a minute until he shot up from the couch.

"Really?" He asked. Harry nodded and stood up.

"Just for tonight." Harry replied.

And so Niall took Harry to the nightclub a few miles away. Niall ordered them pints of beer and they drank them down as the night dragged on.

Harry was on his fourth pint when Niall left to grind on some blonde girl who had invited him out to the dance floor. Harry could only watch hazily from the bar as he stood there with sadness evident in his eyes.

Minutes later though, a busty red-headed college girl walked up to him with a smirk on her lips.

"Hey, hottie." She bit her bottom lip as she walked closer to him. Harry just watched her with an angered look.

"How are you tonight? You look like you're in high school. How old are you?" She asked him.

"Twenty." He responded quietly.

"Ooh." She said.

She talked to him for a few minutes, and before he knew it, the girl had dragged him out to the bathroom hall of the club. They angrily snogged each other out, and the girl kept palming his crotch, and through the fabric of his jeans, he was getting hard. But this wasn't the same. It wasn't like the way she made him feel. This red head wasn't her. This was wrong.

He kept sucking her tongue anyway. Nothing in him felt better, but he pushed her against the wall violently and held her there. She apparently took that as a sign that he was wanting more.

"Do you want to go back to my place to continue this?" She gasped.

Harry looked on and remained quiet for a minute. What was he doing right now?

"No," He answered. "I don't even know why I'm out here with you."

The girl looked stunned. "What?"

Harry didn't pay her another glance, until he let go of her and started to walk away. The girl cursed at him from behind, but he ignored her profanities and walked out of the nightclub. The smell and the loud, booming speakers was suffocating him, and he needed to get out.

He called Niall, but the bloke didn't answer, so he kept walking down the crowded city sidewalk until his legs failed him and the intoxication was too much. It took him down, and he sat on the side of some random brick building until he fell asleep, sad tears sliding down his face.

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(written 2/22/14)