Too much

Chapter 36

"Come here." He says and holds out his hands. I step closer, but he isn't having it. He grabs my hands and pulls me until I'm sitting on his lap.

"I miss you, ya know." He whispers and wraps his arms around me. He grabs the sides of my face with his hands and kisses me. Even though we really do have a lot to talk about, it feels so good to pretend like nothing is wrong. Especially when Harry is playing along.

"Jesus Harry, you reek of Jack Daniels." I pull away from his face but he keeps his hands around my torso.

"Jim Beam." He corrects me with a drunken smile.

"How much did you drink?" I ask.

"Not enough. I was trying to distract myself from you choosing that bastard over me, but I can't." His words break my heart and then mend it back together. He's drinking so much because of me, but I feel better knowing he is not the only one upset about this whole situation.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I admit and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer, and even though I'm sure he'll forget about this tomorrow, it's nice to pretend he is accepting my apology.

He squeezes his arms around my torso before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and whispering in it. "Why would you chose him over me? I thought you loved me?"

I quickly pull back from our embrace and cup his cheeks in my hands. "I didn't chose him over you. And I do love you Harry." I tell him. I'm thankful everyone seems to be distracted with something else otherwise this would raise a few questions.

"It's just not fair Addie," He slurs and rests his hands on my hips.

"What's not fair?" I ask.

"All of the guys want you, I just can't keep up. I'm going crazy over here. I can't do it."

"Harry, that's not true." I sigh as I try to figure out what to say to this obviously hurting boy. "Will you let me drive you home? I think it's time to go."

"Why do you even want me Addie? I'm not good enough for you. I yell at you and get drunk all the time. . . I'm sorry babe, I don't mean to be a dick I just am."

It's a relief to hear his own version of an apology even though he's drunk, but it's also making me feel worse about this whole situation. "You are more than good for me Harry and I love you."

"I love you too Addie," his mouth turns up in a lazy smile "but so do half of the guys in the world, including Max." He frowns.

He has had way too much to drink, and his glassy eyes are a sign that I should get him home before he passes out. "But I don't love them," I remind him. "Come on, let's get you home."

I try to stand up to leave, but he grabs me so I can't. "You are so sexy Addie," he coos in my ear before kissing the skin just below my earlobe. The tingling in my stomach returns but I have to remember he is drunk as all hell and will most likely still be mad at me when he sobers up.

"Okay, enough of that." I reluctantly push him away to stand up, this time successfully. "Are you ready?" I ask and grab his hands, attempting to pull him up from the couch.

"Oh I am so ready for you to take me home." He winks. "The room is spinning Addie." He says once he's standing next to me with an arm draped over my shoulder. I have to laugh despite my struggle to keep him standing up right.

Thankfully, Liam rushes over when he notices my dilemma and helps me bring Harry to my dad's car outside. "Thanks Liam."

"No problem, thanks for taking care of him." He smiles.

I nod and offer him a small smile. "See you around."

Once Harry is in the passenger seat, he's pretty quiet. At least until we begin driving.