Guilty - Harry Styles (sequel to Dunkirk)

9

It's now half 11 and I'm still sitting on the sofa, waiting for Harry to return. I won't be able to sleep until we've sorted this out, I hate falling out with him.

My eyes slowly start closing but I refuse to let them, I jump up and go to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I turn around to walk back to the living room I hear the door sound, meaning someone is putting their key in, well trying to anyway, they don't seem to be having much luck with it. The only person who has a key is harry so I decide to stay still and wait.

About 10 seconds later he finally opens the door and comes stumbling in, falling flat on his face.

'Harry!' I scream, running towards him. When I lean down to see if he's okay I smell his breathe.

'You're drunk.' I spit, standing up, stopping myself from helping him. 'I thought there was something really wrong with you, you idiot!! I waited all night for you to come home and when you finally do, you can't even speak, or stand!!'

I get nothing back. He just lays on the floor with his eyes closed, breathing heavily.

'Stay there you absolute child!! We have an argument and the first thing you do is get drunk? You clearly haven't grown up.' I shake my head and decide enough is enough. He can stay like that all night for all I care. He's not sleeping next to me.

I'm going to bed.