Louis's POV
"Well." I said.
"...What?" Kelly asked.
"He's afraid."
"Of what?" She looked at me with confused eyes. I should tell her since she already knows the important part of Harry liking her. Which she should've known by, like, a long time ago, was she really that insacure?
"Being rejected" She looked down, smiling.
"Really?" She smiled. She probably was just day dreaming about Harry and her that she didn't even pay attention to what I was saying, but she continued "Being rejected from me?"
"Yep." I said popping the 'p'
"GUUUISSSEE."
We both turned around to see a drunken Harry. I turned back around to see Kelly's face bright red while she was laughing.. Oh Kelly..
"Kelly, can you get him to bed, please?" I said winking at her, she blush and nodded.
"Night." She said giving me a hug I hug back and then she leaves with Harry. His arms around hers.
"Nighty night loves."
Kelly's POV
"Harry," I took his arms and put them around my shoulder and made sure he was okay and that we wouldn't fall.
"Yes Kelly?" He said, his eyes were closed. Gosh, he's gorgeous.
"Why did you get drunk?"
"I d-don't know."
"Oh, ok." I took him upstairs I almost fell a couple of times with Harry in my arms.
"Well, you should go to sleep." I said while putting him in his bed.
I was leaving to my room until I felt a hand grab mine. It was Harry's hand; I smiled and blushed just a tiny bit.
"Harry, I have to go to sleep."
"Noo, stay."
"Harry... I can't," I lied. Of course I can but I just didn't want to... I didn't really like the smell of beer and when he wakes up he'll have a huge headache and I don't want to bother him.
"Please?"
"Nope, sorry. Maybe tomorrow?"
"B-But, I want you to stay, pleeeeease?!"
Ugh, what can I do? Should I stay or should I go? Hey! That sounds like a song. Haha, it is a song.
Awkward..
"Kelly?"
"Ok, fine Harry I'll stay. Just for today and I'm sleeping on the floor you smell like beer,"
"I want you to sleep in my bed,"
"No, gross." He laughed and just fell asleep. I went up to my room and took a quick shower since I smelled like beer now.
-tomorrow-
"Ugh." I woke up with the sound of Harry, throwing up... In MY bathroom? What the fuck?
"Harry?!"
"Wha-" He threw up again. Omg.
I got up and went to my bathroom. Even though he was throwing up all that he drank yesterday he still looked pretty hot.
"Too much drinking last night, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much"
"Not trying to be rude or anything but why are you throwing up in MY bathroom?"
