Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 47

Hey! I'm back from all that tan! How was your summer? Mine was awesome and I missed you guys so much!

Harry's POV

I think about her and none other than her as I step into the place full of drunken and lost men with the extra company of women that are out of their damn minds. 

I get in that state of regret. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have hugged Em at the award show, but she was apologizing and I accepted it, but to my luck, we just had to connect our bodies in front of my girlfriend. It's a fucked up world of messed up truth and lies, so I wouldn't blame her for this, but if she could just trust me and have faith in me, this would be a lot easier. 

"Tequila or whiskey?" The bartender asks. She dresses provocatively and her mini skirt shouts the thirst, but I decline the thoughts.

"Vodka." I answer, rejecting both drinks. She pours the clear but strong scented liquid into the transparent glass as I quickly withdraw the money, reaching for the liquid in return. And by liquid, I mean the one that will make my thoughts evaporate and just escape for a while. It helps in a wrong way, but I feel right about it. I'll may or may not regret this later on, but what I need to worry about is making my thoughts disappear or at least shrink.

I look at the time which appears to be 1 in the morning. The bloody award show probably ended now and I am drinking more and more, letting the burning substance conceal my thoughts away - leastwise temporarily. I'm not sure why I'm happy about how this is going, but all I know is that I haven't thought of her - I didn't even pick up a sliver of the past two hours.

"More." I say repeatedly and as times passed, I see at least 12 empty shots laying in front of me and I can already feel the long time no feel after effect. My eyes are heavy, my thoughts are clouded and my sight is blurry - but more importantly, my thoughts are foggy and I can't keep my mind straight.

I stand up, barely making it to the bathroom, I turn on the water fountain and wash my face. It slightly helps but my vision becomes moderately clearer. When I lift my head up, I see my appearance and it's like looking at a completely different figure. My eyes are bloodshot red - crimson really. My shirt is filled with alcohol markings and my hair is messed up. I put my hands up to my hair, tugging at the roots. 

What kind of person am I right now? I drank. Shouted. Acted rude. I'm a proper dick - that's who I am. 

My hunger for the vodka rises violently and I get out of the bathroom, drawing more money on the table and getting the regretful drink in return. There's no turning back. I'm addicted.

The bitter yet satisfying drink burns my throat as I consume more and more every second.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, her face pops up. Her eyes glistened at the light and the blue shade stands out like all the clouds in the sky. Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world, it's rare. She's a pure diamond. 

But her expression dims. It's no longer the smile that I love and adore, but it's the frown that I fear. The frown that might end everything. My drunk thoughts took a turn, I see her in that room. That same damn room. Nash lays on top of her, she's screaming. 

"I need to get to her" My thoughts scream.

I need to.

I drop the glass, letting it shatter on the ground and everybody cringed at the horrific, abrupt sound. And I didn't even stutter, when a drunk thought focuses on something, the thought will be the only thing that's happening. The only target. The only aim.

Everyone in the bar is staring at me. But I don't give a fuck. I step out of the bar and ran to my car. Starting it in no time and just streaking to her house, running over the distracting bloody red lights.

As soon as I reach her house, I didn't even hesitate. Or knock. But what I know is that someone opened the door and to my surprise, it's her. We opened at the same time.