CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 5 ∽ F*cked Up

HARRY'S POV

"Where is that damn belt?" I was running late for Demi's party and I've been shuffling through my room half naked with only my pants on for fifteen minutes now, just to find my belt which decided to go missing in the most inconvenient time possible.

"Where the hell is it?" I persistently mumbled as I scanned through my drawers... Not here. I walked up to my bed and knelt at the edge of it, I dipped my head down to look under it and... there it is!

I reached out for the leathered material and grabbed it before standing up to put it on. As I stood back up to my feet, an unexpected groggy voice from my doorstep startled me, causing me to turn to its place...

"W-where're you goin' sson?" the man on my door slurred, steadying himself on the doorsill. His usual suit & tie was now sloppily disheveled, his black hair unmade, his eyes bloodshot, and the bottle of liquor in his hand almost empty to the rim. He looked like he just got home from work and just like everytime, he wws drunk off his ass again.

I stomped up to him and grabbed the bottle from his hands, "I think you've had enough for tonight, Dad."

He tried to retrieve it from me but I effortlessly blocked him and dodgeed his hands. I moved to the trash can beside my bedside table and dumped the almost empty bottle inside.

"H-hey! I wasn't finished with that!" He protested, attempting to make a step towards me but as soon as he let go of the doorsill, he lost his balance and stumbled down to the ground. He rolled on to his back as laughed hysteerically while I rushed up to him in panic.

"Dad, are you okay?" I put one of my hand on his back to help him sit up.

"Did you see that haz? I tripped!" he mused drunkenly, laughing and I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior. I don't have time for this.

"Come on, Dad. Let's get you to bed," I told him as I lifted him up to his feet. I put one of his arms around my shoulder to steady him and guided him to his room across the hallway.

As we reached the door at the end of the hallway, I opened it and led him inside. I lowered him down to his bed and started taking his shoes off, one after the other. This was our routine almost every fucking night: he gets home drunk and I get stuck taking care of him.

I finished taking his shoes off and placed them on the foot of his bed. He scrambled in his place, "Haz, where ya going?" He asked again, slurring with his eyes half open.

I sighed before answering, "I'm going to a party."

He nodded and slowly closed his eyes... Finally. I quietly turned the other way around and made my way to the door, cautiously opening it. I stopped midway at the sound of my father's voice again, "Your mother and I used to go to parties... I'm thinking of taking her to one next time," He voiced out sleepily.

I didn't bother turning back to him... instead, I continued on my way and I shut the door behind me. Why couldn't he just forget about her?

"Don't get your hopes up Dad," I mumbled to myself as I walked back to my room.

I finished putting on the rest of my clothes which consisted of my black button up and a pair of black shoes. I checked the mirror once more to make sure everything was in place. My eye was getting better, it had gone from being a big, round, purple stain around my eye into being just a faint pink-looking blemish. After making sure that everything was good, I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and booted my way downstairs to our garage, where my black range rover was waiting for me. I hurriedly hopped inside and pulled out the driveway and continued on my way to Funky Buddha.