Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Prologue

The large ballroom was loud. The mix of chatter and music giving me a headache, but I didn’t care. I was here to celebrate Zayn and Perrie’s marriage.

Wine glass in hand, I glided across the dance floor. I dodged the people dancing slowly to the romantic song. I was never really into romance, I have fallen in love before, but that was a really long time ago.

I reached Louis and Niall to see them chatting away.  They were too drunk for me to comprehend what they were saying but they seemed to understand each other. I decided that just standing there, my presence still unknown, was quite boring. And as Zayn had stated this morning, I was supposed to be ‘having a good time’.

I looked away from the two boys in front of me and moved towards the happy couple, laughing with Jesy. Jesy was a part of Little Mix, the band that Perrie was in.

“Hi Harry.” Perrie waved at me as I was spotted by all three of them.

“Hey Perrie, how is the happy couple?” I asked.

“Not sure about Per but I’m feeling pretty good, considering this is the best day of my life.” Zayn said, leaning down to peck Perrie’s lips.

“Oh, no ‘Hi’ for Jesy. It’s good to see you too Harold.” Jesy added, sarcastically.

“I’m sorry Jesy, there’s just not enough alcohol in my blood for me to talk to you just yet.” I mocked her.

“Oi!” She screeched, punching me in the shoulder. 

“It’s good to see you Jes, how’s Pat?” I asked.

Jesy had told us about this guy, Patrick, she had been seeing for a few weeks. They weren’t officially together but it seemed as if they were with the way they acted around each other.

She immediately blushed and turned her head away. I smirked, knowing I’d got her on that one.

“Excuse me, I need to use the loo.” She muttered before shuffling away, surprisingly not tripping in her heels.

“So… Where do I find more wine?” I said, causing Perrie and Zayn to start laughing.

“You and your drinks Harry.”  Zayn muttered.

Once they finished laughing at me (as to which I’m still not sure why), they directed me to a waiter who held a tray of newly-poured, glasses of wine.

I walked over to the waiter who didn’t even strain his head towards me as I walked straight past him. 

I had grabbed two glasses, intending to drink both, as I walked over to the bridal party table. I sipped my wine while watching the different things that people were doing.

Some were dancing with their ‘significant other’, as they like to call it. Some were sitting down and conversing with friends and family. Me? All my friends were either drunk or the couple themselves.

I finished the first glass and reached for the second, my body tingling with alcohol. I knew that it wasn’t long until it would take over my body and I might actually enjoy tonight. Even though it wouldn’t really matter in the morning.

I took a sip of the wine and felt the bitter liquid go down my throat. To be honest, I didn’t like wine at all, but I needed something that would help me let go.

It took me less than five minutes to down the disgusting drink. On my third drink, I felt my conscience slowly fading and by the time I was up to my sixth about twenty minutes later, I was wasted.

I wasn’t one of those crazy drunks, my drunk side was slightly more funny than my usual self. And I’d also try to dance. Now I’m terrible at dancing, but when I’m drunk, I’m ten times worse.