Surviving the Harrison Boys (Re-write)

fifty // drunken mistake

I fell asleep about halfway through Breakfast At Tiffany's and woke up again near the end of Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. Oliver slept through all the movies, but I was fine with that. He deserved the sleep, anyway.

The night had come to an end, and Sara thanked all the remaining teenagers for coming before watching all of them leave. I remained on the couch with a sleeping Oliver, feeling guilty for not getting up and helping Kiara, Sara, Paul, and Grandpa Hec clean up.

Sara entered the house holding two garbage bags, but dropped them and smiled like a madwoman at the sight of me and her grandson.

"Oh my goodness." She put her hands over her mouth. She genuinely looked so happy.

I slowly wiggled out of Oliver's arms and walked over to her. "Nothing happened, Sara." I assured her.

"I figured, but you two look so good together!" She gushed. "I thought he asked you out! I was ready to start celebrating."

I chuckled. "I don't think Oliver and I are going to get to that stage for a while."

"You never know." Sara shrugged with a wink.

I smiled and shook my head. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh no, honey, don't worry about anything. You just stay with Oliver." She winked again before walking away. I turned back towards the couch and Oliver was sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, sleepyhead." I greeted as I took a seat beside him. He chuckled quietly and dropped his hand, putting his glasses back on his face.

"Hi beautiful," he smiled, "I hope you enjoyed the movies."

"Your snoring was better than some of the dialogue." I shrugged and he rolled his eyes at me, but smiled nevertheless.

"It's late," he checked his phone, "let me drive you home. I don't think I want to get on Mr. Harrison's bad side."

"I don't think anybody does." I agreed. We both stood and I headed out into the backyard and said goodbye to his father and step-mother.

Sara was standing in the doorway of the door that led back into the house with open arms. "You're leaving so soon?"

"Yeah, I start school Monday so I kind of need to prepare." I explained as I hugged her. "Plus my sleeping schedule is all over the place and that definitely needs to get back on track."

"I see, I see," she sighed, "but please come around again! It was lovely having you here."

"Oh thank you, it was lovely being here." I smiled. "I'll come around as soon as I can."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She winked, and gave me another hug before letting me go. Oliver yelled a quick goodbye to his family before the two of us headed out the door.

We got into his car and he pulled out of the driveway and drove in the direction of the Harrison household.

"Tonight was really great, Oliver. I needed this." I admitted. "Thank you."

"Thank you for actually agreeing to come. I wasn't sure if you would..." His voice kind of trailed off at the end. I looked at him and saw that his whole face had turned a bit red.

"I'll always come, don't worry." I said.

"I'm holding you to that." He chuckled.

I shook my head and placed a hand on his thigh. He switched the hand he was steering with and laced his fingers through mine. I leaned my head black against the headrest and sighed, enjoying the last few moments we'd have together before having to go back.

Oliver parked on the street and turned off the car. Lights in different parts of the houses were still on, so I guessed some of the boys were still up.

"Thanks for the ride," I said to Oliver, desperately wanting to make as much small talk in that moment so I wouldn't have to let go of his hand.

"Anytime," he said, "text me soon."

"I will." I leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and returned it, and we sat in silence for about another minute before I finally got out.

Once I got to the door, I waved to him and unlocked it, then walked inside.

Liam was sitting on the couch, watching some murder mystery. His eyes flickered away from the screen and landed on me.

"Hey," his voice was shaky and his words were slurred.

I raised an eyebrow and kicked off my shoes, slowing approaching him. "Hi, Liam. Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Mhm, everything's great, Hunter. Just great."

I took a few steps closer, and that's when the heavy smell of alcohol hit me. When I say heavy, I mean like, he drank ten bottles and then marinated in a bathtub filled with another fifty. The smell was strong and unpleasant.

"Are you drunk?" I asked him gently.

Liam shook his head and burped, then lifted a bottle of beer to his lips and took a huge swig.

"Liam," I sat beside him, "what's going on? What happened?"

The blueish light coming from the television illuminated his eyes, showing off how glazed over they looked. It was like he was in some sort of trance.

"Liam," I repeated. He simply took another swig from the beer and swished it around in his mouth before swallowing.

I looked around the living room. Many bottles of beer and different types of alcohol were scattered around. Otherwise, it was clean.

"Where's Hanna?" I asked.

"I dunno," he replied.

"Is she home?"

Liam shook his head. "Nope."

"Why are you drinking like this?" I asked him. "Did something happen between you and Hanna?"

"Go to bed, honey, please." He burped again. "Leave me be. I'll...I'll be all right."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine." He tried to assure me, but did a terrible job. "Go get some sleep, and you can tell me all about your time with Oliver in the morning when I'm sober."

I nodded and stood up, but not after staring at him for like, three full minutes.

"Be careful," I whispered, and retreated upstairs to my room.

Most of the lights were off, except Cody's. His door was wide open and he was lying on his bed. The scene in there was identical to the one downstairs in the living room. Bottles surrounded his bed, and he was slouched, his eyes glazed over, glued to the television.

"Cody?" I called his name as I entered his room. He didn't move.

"Cody?" I said again. He still lied there, slouched, eyes locked on the television.

"What's going on?" I asked. "You're drinking, your dad's drinking, obviously asking if everything's okay is pointless because everything's not okay right now. Please talk to me?"

"Fuck off," he grumbled.

"Co—"

I didn't even get to finish saying his name when he raised his hand and backhanded me across the face. I stumbled backwards and held my face, looking at him in shock. For a moment, my mind changed the scene from Cody in his bedroom to my father back in our shitty living room at home. The same fury was in his eyes.

"I said fuck off!" He screamed. I didn't press this time. I scurried out of there and into my own room, closing the door and making it was locked multiple times, suddenly not feeling as safe as I should've anymore.