Song for the chapter:
Drunk - Ed Sheeran
Yasmine's P.O.V
"I just have to attend the toilet," she laughs at herself. Her eyes have turned red and her hair is sweaty. "With Shawn?" I ask her, raising one of my brows.
I know exactly what she's going to do. Either she's giving him a handjob or a blowjob and then after she'll come running to me telling me how jerk he really is.
"You shouldn't do that again Liz, he's your ex you know - there's a reason why you broke up, remember." She raises her hands in the air while she swings her body. "I'm young and I can do whatever I want to, so fuck it. Hah!" I yawn at the sight of her, she's going to end up crying like always.
"Don't be gone too long, I'm staying over at your place!" I call after her. Hopefully she heard what I said before she ran away.
Sweat people and bodies are everywhere around me. Too loud music and my head aching is enough to make me dizzy. Everywhere around me I see douchebags who takes advantage of girls with slutty dresses and drunk minds. In the bar there is a very hot guy, dark skinned and middle long hair. His eyes are brown and beautiful. But, I can tell he's a douche. And I don't want to talk to a douche tonight, just not tonight.
I sit down in front of a girl in the bar with big boobs and fake blonde hair. Still better than the hot guy though. "Hey, what do you want?" she asks with a smile. I sigh at the sight of the alcohol in the back. "Ugh, give me something strong," I complain. She wrinkles her nose. "Rough night, huh?" I nod. "Something like that."
After a few drinks my head is spinning, but I'm having a lot more fun at the moment though. "So he just broke up with you like that?" I ask shocked with a smile on my lips.
"Yes! I mean how could he?" Lisa, the bartender says. "I don't know, but all guys are douchebags anyway sooo," I end my sentence with a little burp and a laugh.
"Pft, not all guys." I turn around to see a very handsome boy with curls, I think and green eyes. "One whiskey and one beer," he says to Lisa. She nods turning around finding their drinks.
I sit still beside the handsome boy and his friend while I chuckle. "Dude, why is she laughing all the time?" The blonde one spits. Even though I almost can't hear it, he words are clear. "She's been drinking way too much." Mr. Handsome beside me has a very deep, dark and sexy voice.
"I haven't been that much drinking!" I answer them and laugh after I realised I said the sentence wrong. My mind can't really functionate right now.
"Stop laughing, it's annoying as fuck," the blonde snaps.
"Uh?" I look at him with raised brows, or at least I think they're raised. "Look, you should probably go home, you're drunk," the sexy one says. "I'm fine." He smiles for the first time, he's smile is nice.
Harry's P.O.V
"Where are your house? I'll fix you a taxi," I assure her. The girl in front of me is a pain in the ass. All she's been doing tonight is complaining over boys or drinking drinks with too much alcohol for her little body.
"I don't live here, I'm supposed to stay over at my friend," she stops talking. "What? Where?" She chuckles again with closed eyes.
The moment she pulls her top further up I notice how big tits she has.. "Uhm, where you looking at my breasts?" she laughs loudly. When she's done laughing she finally answers me.
"I'm staying over at my friend Lizzie's house but I think she might left. Fuck." I get shocked when she swears in front of me. "Well mate, we have a problem," Niall whispers into my ear.
After a lot of thinking and arguing with the girl in front of me Niall finally came up with an idea. "Come on man, it's just for one night."
The girl sits with her hands crossed in front of her chest. "Do you really think I want to sleep over at his house?" The way she says his makes me nauseous. "And do you really think I want to bring her home?" Niall is pissed right now, his head is red like fire. "Just take her home man, she's leaving again tomorrow." After a bit more of arguing I give in. "Uh, okay, fine."
"Wait a minute, didn't you drink whiskey?" She asks me with a high pitched voice. "Yes? Don't worry it's not much of alcohol." She chuckles loudly again. "I won't sleep over at your place. First I don't know you, second you can take advantage of me," she states.
"Well too bad it's happening then. Eventuall you'll learn that not all guys are douchebags so shut your damn mouth and follow me."
Niall sits behind me while laughing his ass off. "Nope, I won't." There goes my fucking line, now I don't even give a crap. This girl needs a safe place to sleep and mine is a good alternative. She's just too drunk to think. I fold my arms around her body and carries her to my car.
"Let me go!" she screams into my arms. "No, you need a place to sleep, now shut up." When I put her in the back of my car she stops saying anything and just turns quiet.
As I reach the front door and go inside of the car she's asleep right away. I silently put on my favourite band, Pink floyd, silently playing in the background.
It's so strange that I'm bringing a girl I don't even know home, to my place. I haven't had any girls at home, since her. Except from my mum and sister.
It's so strange that a girl can fuck you up this mentally. I mean, I'm a lot better now, and I keep telling myself I'm over her - but in the end, it would be easy to take her back if she came running toward my arms. As my eyes watch in the mirror I see the sleeping beauty in the back of my car, silently snoring.
I catch myself smiling at the sight of her. Even though she clearly is very annoying when she's drunk, she looks good.
I wonder where she is today, what she's doing and if she has a boyfriend. I hope she's okay, but I also hope she still loves me. I remember her last words like it was yesterday, I keep replaying them sometimes. "I have to leave you after what I did. We both knew we would never last Harry, we were never ment to be. But I will always, always love you. Goodbye Harry."
The clock is 02.34 when I open the door. I hold her small body inside of my arms tight. I slowly put her down on the brown couch. My hands let go of her body and she still doesn't move. Her eyebrows frowns for a minute, but stops after a second. The clock is 02.38 when I put the blanket over her. "Even though you're not her, I can always pretend you are," I whisper to myself. Smoothly I trail my fingers over her forhead. "Goodnight to whatever your name is," I chuckle.
Before I even get to wake up myself I hear a loud scream comming from down under. As I run downstairs the girl is standing in my living room with her dress from yesterday.
"Where the hell am I?" her voice sounds like it's about to break in a thousand pieces. "Hey, hey, hey, calm down!" I try to calm her down.
Her eyes goes big when she sees me in just my boxers. Fuck, should've thought about that. "And who are you?" Her eyes are wild and she looks quite frustrated. "Erm, let me just take on some clothes first."
"I'm Harry, nice to meet you," I place my hand in front of her as a friendly gesture. "Yasmine," she simply states.
"Why am I here?" I take a big breath before answering. "You were out last night, you drank way too much, you lost your friend and since you apparently don't live in London I had to bring you home here, so you could crash my couch." She rolls her eyes.
"Uh? That's quite a bad story." I laugh at her. "Well it's the truth so you better suck it up," I wink at her. "Stop flirting with me, I bet this is a stupid plan you do to every girl." She stands up from her chair very quickly.
Right now this girl in front of me is so, so annoying. "You could at least say thank you or something, find yourself some food and please leave my house forever," I spit before leaving the room. "And by the way, you should learn not to be so fucking annoying." Then I leave her there, alone.
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