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27. Drunken heart.

Caitlyn's POV.
I was looking at the surroundings and something caught my attention.. someone.
This can't be happening. Harry Styles making out with a brunette girl. She's wearing a short shorts and tank top. The girl was shorter than him and she tiptoe her feet, able to reach Harry. She snake her fingers over Harry's curly hair.
This can't be real.
No, it's real. It can be.
Of course, it can be! He's Harry Styles, duh? He can get any girl inside of his pants. Millions of girls are drooling over him and he's so talented and handsome. So why don't choose this bloke?
But I'm still confused. Confused as fuck. Fuck, I asked myself too many questions, questions that only Harry can answer.
"Baby?" Niall snapped me from my thoughts. I didn't notice him. I didn't notice that he already hopped in inside this car.
"Uh.. Yeah?" I said as I slowly turn my head to him. Fuck, I'm zoning out.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry if I left you alone there, Mr. David talked about the football match this coming September. I hope you're not mad at me." He apologize as he started the engine on.
"I'm not." A very short sentence came out from my mouth. I glanced at Harry for the last time and I can see he was talking to the girl. He looked..angry?
What?
Niall pulled out of the driveway and fucking paps snapped some pictures of us. Fucking flash and fucking paps. Thankfully, the securities was there to push them backwards. Gosh.
We're finally far from the club, silent filled the car. Niall switched the radio on and hummed along with the music.
"How many drinks?" I broke the silence between us.
"Only two, babe. You?"
"Four." I said as I lean my head to the window. I feel really tired and my eyes were slowly blinking but my mind was so energetic and it keep on asking questions about Harry. Fuck.
"Rest, take a nap. I'll wake you up later." Niall glance at me as he turn the light off above us. I looked at the stars up in the sky and as my eyes were blinking slowly, the stars multiplies and felt my world slowly turning around until my eyelids fluttered close.

Niall's POV.
I pulled into the driveway and pick her up. It's our break this next three days so I decided to go here, back in our apartment. I switch the light on as I was carrying her like a bridal. I went upstairs and gently laid her on the bed. I got her purse and put it on the nightstand.
She moved a little bit and scratch her back. So the dress she's wearing is itchy, eh? I wanted to take her dress off and change her clothes but I was afraid that she'll freak out tomorrow morning or worse, she'll get mad at me. She continue to scratch and I'm getting worried. My mind goes round and I don't know what to do. I don't wanna wake her up though, she's drunk. Fuck, I'll do this. I don't care if she'll get mad at me tomorrow. I can't looked at her scratching up her whole body with that uncomfortable clothes. And hey, I'm her boyfriend. I can see her body.
As I slowly undressing her, she mumbled some words that I don't understand. I'm finally done undressing her, fuck that fucking perfect chest and that white knickers. Her body was so mouth watering. I wanna take that off too and- Fuck, what are you doing and thinking, Niall?
I shook my head and walked to the closet. I remembered that she doesn't have any clothes here. Our clothes was still at the hotel. Well, I need to go back there tomorrow morning to grabbed our clothes and stuff. Damn.
I grabbed one of my over sized shirt and boxer. I quickly dressed her up and, tada. Fuck. She's so perfect wearing up my clothes. I pulled the cover to her body, switch the lamp off and jumped next to her. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her forehead.
"I love you."

Caitlyn's POV.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open, it was still dark. My head hurts, it feels like there's a huge hammer pounding repeatedly into my head. I remove the covers over my body and wipe my sweaty forehead cause it's kinda hot in our hotel room right now. Wait, this is not our hotel room. I looked at the wall and saw the two framed pictures of Niall, Theo and his family. We're back at the apartment. But what about our stuffs at the hotel? I'll just talk to Niall when he wakes up.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside my purse, it reads 03:19 am. I sighed and looked up the ceiling. Suddenly, my throat craves for water. I need water to soothe my troath and an advil to calm my fucking pounding head.
I gently remove Niall's arms around my waist and he snores. I silently stand up from the bed and closed the door behind me. I went downstairs and there's no lights on except for the kitchen. I entered the kitchen and saw Harry pouring a wine into his glass. He looked really drunk and wasted.
"Do you have some advil?" I quickly asked him, my head is fucking hurt and I need the medicine right away.
He didn't say any word as he pointed to the small cabinet above the sink. I grabbed a glass of water from the fridge and swallow the medicine.
"Thanks." I said as I put the glass to the sink.
"Nice clothes." He said, I turned around to face him and his pretty face wore a stupid smirk.
I looked down to check my clothes and..fuck. Who changed my clothes? If I still remember, I fell asleep at the car and I didn't change my dress into oversized shirt and boxers. Ha, Niall. Wait, so.. He saw my body? He checked me out? Did he do something? Fuck Cait, chill. He's your boyfriend, it's alright.
"Uh, yeah." I looked up him and he continuesly drunk up his drink. He has a problem, I can feel it. And the girl he's making out with? Where is she? Is she Harry's girlfriend?
"Any problem?" He asked me as he noticed that I was staring at him. I sat on the stool across him and we looked into each others eyes as he drunk up again.
"Who was that girl?" I sheeply smiled at him.
"What do you mean?" He asked back as he poured another bottle of wine into his glass.
"Don't deny. I saw you with a girl at the parking lot." Why would I care anyway? Fuck you curiousity.
"Oh, that girl?" He sarcastically laughed and closed his eyes for a moment. "That was fucking Abigail. She's my ex fucking girlfriend back in Cheshire, we develope our feelings when I was fourteen years old and we broke up cause some of shitty problems and now, she's fucking coming back and forcing her shitty self to me." His tone was serious but at the end, he laughed and shook his head.
Oh.
"I don't like nor love her anymore, she's a bullshit." He drunk the wine up again and continued; "Isn't it funny cause, over the millions of girls here on earth, I fell in love with a girl who is taken. I did everything just for her but I guess she didn't appreciate all of it. But I swear, swear to God that she's the only girl I love. I'll do everything for her even though she only treat me like a fucking brother. And, it's so hard to accept the fact I hopelessly had a chance with her. Wanna know the most bullshit part? She fell in love with my best mate." He didn't looked at me instead, he stared at his glass and frown. I know I'm the girl he's talking about, I don't wanna go this far and I wanna cut this topic off. He already understand us but he's drunk and he doesn't know what he's doing nor saying. He'll move on and find another girl, I swear.
"I'll go upstairs, my head still hurts and I'm s-sleepy." I half lied. He nodded.
"Night Haz."
"Night Caitlyn."