fire | harry styles

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>> help me escape, baby <<

[HARRY]

I slumped my way back to my office after a long day of meetings. I hadn't seen Louis since the first meeting this morning which I was thankful for since I didn't want to hear him talk about the whole Angel situation.

I walked into my empty and dark office as it was now late at night. I hadn't gotten any calls from home so I just guessed that Johanna was dealing with Angel well.

Angel. Stop it.

I shook my head. Why do I keep thinking about her? I've never had this problem with anyone before. I'm not used to it so I went back to the only thing that would help. Alcohol.

Making my way over to a mini table in the corner of my office, I began to pour myself a glass of whiskey. I closed my eyes, satisfied with the feeling of the liquor burning down my throat.

I poured another myself glass.

[ANGEL]

I tossed and turned in my bed trying to get myself tired enough to fall asleep. But to my luck, it wasn't working. Johanna had gone home about two hours and told me that Harry would usually get home late so I wasn't worrying about it.

I turned my head to look over at the clock that sat on top my nightstand. 10:00 p.m.

"Ugh"

I removed the blankets that were covering my body and stood up from the bed. As I did I realized how cold it really was in the room and quickly reached for one of the blankets and wrapped it around myself.

I closed the bedroom door and headed for the stairs. The only light in the house was coming from the front downstairs. I tried to be as careful as possible as I made my way down the stairs. When I reached the bottom I happily smiled at myself that I didn't trip over the blanket.

I walked around the table in the middle of the stair cases and walked into the kitchen. I headed straight for one of the cabinets in search of a glass. I finally found them and realized that I wouldn't be able to reach them. Shit.

I went on my tippy toes and stretched my arm out as much as I could to reach the glass and was finally successful after a couple tries. I proudly smirked at myself once the cup was in my hand. I walked over to the fridge to fill the glass with water. As the water was taking up space in the cup I heard a loud slam come from the front of the house.

I jumped, almost dropping the glass in my hand but thankfully didn't. I looked in the direction of the kitchen door and slowly placed the glass down onto the counter. My heart rate started to pick up as I made my way over to the door and placed my hand flat on it. Should I open it? Or run?

Next thing I hear is the sound of glass shattering and a groan. I push the door open and gasp at the view. I put my hand over my mouth in shock as the other tugs the blanket closer to my body. The vase that was once on the center table was now in pieces on the floor. The sight of Harry's body slumped over the table brought tears to the brim of my eyes.

He didn't move much and only let out mumbles of words I couldn't make out. My first instinct was to help him but I was scared to, I'd never seen him drunk. His body was about to roll off the table when I rushed to him and put my hands on his upper back. I tried pulling him up and despite the fact that he's a lot larger than I am, I was able to get him up.

He couldn't support his own weight and in the uncomfortable position that we were in neither could I. To keep him from falling over I pinned him up against the wall. Now that I had a better view of his face I could see how his eyes were red and his breath reeked of alcohol. He's wasted.

"Harry?"

He wouldn't answer and instead kept letting out moans. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm to drape it over my shoulders. I began walking the both of us to the kitchen. It was hard trying to carry both our weight and Harry's state definitely wasn't helping.

After struggling we got into the kitchen and sat him down in one of the chairs at the counter table. He immediately hunched over, resting his head in his hands. I stepped back and looked around like a maniac trying to figure out what to do. I had never been in a situation like this before.

My eyes landed on the glass of water I had left on the counter and reached for it while moving closer to Harry. I placed the glass in his hand.

"Drink." I whispered.

He obeyed and desperately began chugging down the water. I moved my hand over his to secure the glass in his hand and make sure it wouldn't fall. I watched his horrible, messy state bring the glass down and away from his lips.

I pulled my hand away from his as he began shaking his head. He finally opened his eyes and examined the room before his eyes landed on me with furrowed eyebrows.

"What am I doing here?"

"You arrived drunk, Mr. Styles." My voice was more timid now that I knew he was the tiniest bit more conscious.

He nodded his head and push himself up from the chair. I eyed him as he started taking a couple steps and then stumbled over his own feet. I went over to his side and held onto his torso.

"C'mon, lets get you upstairs."

It was almost dangerous to get the both of us up those stairs. Harry has started giggled and playing with my hair halfway up. It was so strange to see him acting this way especially towards me. If his sober self would've heard me call him by his first name earlier he would've snapped.

We got to the top without either one of us falling so that was a huge relief. I tugged his body down the hall but we both stumbled and were about to fall when Harry was quick to lean our bodies on the wall. I gasped when Harry's body was pressed against mine and mine on the wall.

He looked down and smirked probably after realizing what position we're in. No.

I pushed his body off of mine and continued our way down the hall. When we reached the bedroom doors I stopped. I felt Harry's head droop down on top of mine.

"Why'd you stop? Take me to my bed." he said lazily.

"I-I'm not allowed in your room, remember?"

He nodded and then pointed to my room. My eyes widen in shock.

"That's my room, Mr. Styles."

He nodded once again and standing there I realized that I wouldn't be able to hold his weight on mine any longer. I gave in and led him into my room. I positioned him up against the wall next to the door as I turned back to close it.

When I went back to face him, within a second Harry had changed our positions so he had me pinned up again. His slender fingers started to trace the exposed skin on my shoulder. I felt goosebumps rise over my body.

He bobbed his head to my neck and I felt his hot breath against my skin. There was fluttering in my stomach and I couldn't help but feel pleasure when he started kissing my neck. I threw my bead back to give him more access as he didn't stop.

I have to stop this... but I don't want to.

A/N :

oof a cliffhanger hehehhe ;))

i had to rewrite this cuz the first time it got deleted,, great

anyway hope y'all enjoyed this <3

-n.a.