Drunk (Harry Styles FanFic)

Sober Up And Don't Tell

"Really Harry?" I felt someone thwack me in the back of the head. "You're seriously passed out at the pub? Is this going to be a regular thing for us or what?" Heather. I just made a gargling noise with my throat. "Get up!" Another thwack.

"Why?" I moaned, still not lifting my head up from off the bar.

"Because you came back for something. Something that obviously made you do this to yourself. So get up, and fix it." It was not that simple.

"I can't."

"And why is that?" She was badgering me and it was getting kind of tedious. I lifted my head up a little from the wooden bar I was sleeping on.

"Because I came all this way for her and she just up and left again. That's why I can't get up. Now leave me be Heather." I was not in the mood to relive the details of mine and Kat's previous conversation. You know, that one where I didn't get ANY answers? Yeah, that one.

"You came here to see your mother and Barbra and all your friends that actually stayed behind here. Now get your ass up, you have more to live for than that ungrateful girl." Way to be blunt. She sighed angrily and grabbed a hold of me by my bicep, pulling me up and off the bar stool that I had been on for like 3 hours tonight.

"Let me go! I'm 20 years old and I can do what I want!" I groaned in frustration and tried to pull my arm out of her grip but it was vise-like. This girl works out or something but that is just not natural!

"Not when I'm around!" she told me sternly, marching me out of the pub, still gripping my arm tightly and dragging back down the street to my neighborhood and my house.

"Harry! Where have you been? You weren't answering your phone! I was so worried!" mum said immediately after I stepped over the threshold. Way to be smothering, mother.

"Mum. Pub. I know. Sorry," I answered every one of her statements with less that 3 words. Heather put me in a bad mood and I wasn't too thrilled about having to deal with mum right now. Heather pulled me past my mum, explaining to her that she was going to 'work on it' with me. Yeah, sure she was.

"Let's go Sleeping Beauty." Yet another tug on my arm, this time up the stairs to my old bedroom. Since I didn't pack a bag or tell anyone I was leaving London and coming here, there was nothing to be brought up with us. All she had to work with was stuff from like year 10. Good luck with that.

I slumped down on the bed- still themed the way it was when I left, plaid- after she released me. "You can go now."

She gave me a 'uh, how 'bout no' look. "I'm not leaving."

"Then what are you doing here?" I rolled back to lay down against my pillows as I spoke. I rubbed my forehead with the palm of my hand. I could already feel the headache coming on. Great.

I heard my closet doors fling open. "Getting up fixed up to go out with me and our old friends. You've been wearing that same outfit for like 3 days. It's kind of gross," she admitted.

I pinched up shirt and brought it up to my nose. I sniffed it but couldn't smell anything. "It doesn't even smell."

"Yes it does, and so do you. You reek like alcohol and depression."

"I believe the saying is 'alcohol and desperation." I smiled smugly at her.

"Are you desperate? No, didn't think so. So shut up and strip." She had turned away from the closet before instructing me to do so.

"Excuse me?" I sat up on the bed, facing her again and no longer the ceiling.

"Did I stutter?" Well Miss Sassy Pants.

I just rolled my eyes and began to undress. It felt like I was peeling my clothes off of my body. Maybe I was a little rank smelling. I was down to my boxers when she told me to stop. I was cool with just going naked but apparently that would 'ruin her childhood'.

"Now go take a shower and when you get out, put on whatever I've laid out on the bed and meet me back downstairs when you're done." She didn't even wait for my response before turning and exiting the room, presumably to go back downstairs and talk to my mum.

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"Heather!" I heard a familiar voice call from the other side of the yard. Heather had taken me back to Sam's house for a little get together of us and our old friends. We had just made it through the door when that voice called out to us. "Is that Harry?! Harry Styles, my man!" Will had came over from the other side of the yard, climbing out of the pool and coming over to us as we walked through the back gate. Bea, Abigail, Chris, Sam and Will were all gathered around the pool, apparently waiting for us to get here.

Will came over to us, dripping wet, and fist bumped me. "Hey Will." I was trying to fit back in, as if I never left, but it was harder than it looked. Heather had set out some of my old swim trunks and a t-shirt from year 10 that, surprisingly, still fit me. I was trying to seem like I hadn't changed since I left but I don't think I was fooling anybody with that act though.

"Aye! Harry's here!" Bea hollered.

"Thanks for the appreciation, Bea!" Heather called out as her, Will and I made our way over to the rest of the 'gang'. Wow, that was a lame reference.

I got a chorus of 'hey's when I got close enough to them. Everybody had changed in their own little ways, but somehow I felt like I was looking at aliens. I'd been gone for only 3-4 years but I felt so different compared to the people that used to share everything with. My best friends. Will, Sam and Chris used to practically live at my house but now I feel like we've just met. I'm not even close to the same and somehow neither are they. We are like totally different people now.

"So what have you guys been up to since I left? College and what not." I was genuinely curious as to what they've been doing since I left. I've come back for weekend's before but not very many and if I did I just stayed home with mum and Robin, even Gemma sometimes too.

"Me, Chris and Abs went to Cheshire for college but we're off on break like Heather. As for these two," Bea pointed at Sam and Will, "Well they tried and quit. They wanted to stay here with their families." Bea was teasing Sam and Will but you could see them tense up a bit. They obviously weren't very excited about Bea telling me. I wonder why?

"That's awesome! Subjects? And in you two's cases, jobs?" I smiled and starting to relax a bit.

"Nursing," Abs.

"English," Bea.

"Computer Tech," Chris.

"Bakery still with Barbs," Will smiled shyly.

"A coach at the high school, football," Sam.

"That's cool. How'd you even get the job, Sam? I mean we all knew I was the star player," I joked. I swayed into his shoulder with my own and his smiled a little but didn't say much about it.

"Um, Harry? Can I talk to you real quick?" Heather asked, tugging on my sleeve. I gave her a confused look but followed her over to the other side of the pool anyway.

"What's going on Heather?" I was actually confused as to why she needed to talk to me.

She glanced back at the rest of our friends and then back at me. "Don't say anything else about jobs and college and what not, okay?"

"Why?" I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my trunks.

"They don't need to be reminded of how much more successful you are than them. And I know you aren't totally shit faced still but do me a favor and try not to get any drunker. Nobody needs you that way, nobody wants to hear your issues about Kat, they don't want to hear you complain about being famous either; because they'd kill to have what you have." I felt like I was being lectured on how to behave like I was a small child, it was quite irritating. But regardless I just nodded my head and returned back to the party with Heather at my side.

There goes sharing everything with my friends again...