Life With One Direction

Chapter 18

Mary's Point of View

I groaned as I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't do as I asked.

It felt like I'd woken up with the worst hangover ever, but I knew that wasn't true.

Drinking had been the last thing on my mind this past week and I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna be doing it too soon.

Actually.

Drinking seems like a pretty good idea right now considering everything going on.

I just wanted to escape.

When I finally could open my eyes, I nearly jumped in surprise.

I was curled up against Harry and his arms were around my waist, his face inches from my own.

His warm, deep breath was tickling my face and it was all I could do to resist the urge of leaning in and kissing him, then and there.

I snapped my head back before he woke up and noticed what I'd been doing.

Slowly, I eased my way out of his arms as to not wake him up, grabbed some clothes from my closet and-

Wait, how had I gotten to my room? The last thing I remember was falling asleep in Harry's arms. I'd had a dream, a really good one at that. He'd told me he'd loved me and I'd told him I loved him too.

The fact that it was just a dream began to depress me.

I made my way to the shower and looked at the razor longingly before I started shaving my legs.

I'd wanted to cut so bad ever since I'd left England but Tyler had stopped me.

Tyler was officially my best friend, he knew everything about me, absolutely everything.

To be honest, I don't think I would have been able to get through not seeing Harry for the past nine or ten months with out him.

Speaking of which, it's Harry's 19th birthday next month, February first.

It was funny because my birthday was on March first, something Justin Bieber and I both had in common.

I found it strange that I could be thinking of such irrelevant things when my mother was about to pass away and my life was just screwed up at the moment.

If wasted was what I wanted to be, wasted was what I was going to get.

All of the boys were still asleep as I made my way downstairs.

I went straight into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor cabinet and then to the living room, closing the door behind me.

It was quite early in the morning, six to be exact. There wasn't anything interesting on tv, just kids shows.

I left it on, watching the cartoons I hadn't in so long whilst taking swigs from the clear bottle while singing the Spongebob theme song.

"WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?" I yelled to no one in particular and answered myself. "SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!"

It felt weird, watching kids shows but drinking which was something you weren't allowed to do until you were an adult.

At nine, I had finished three quarters of the bottle and I was beyond drunk, not that I noticed.

I sat there giggling to myself along with the cartoons.

"I want to dance!" I yelled to myself in the living room, not caring anymore that the boys were still asleep.