Heal My Heart... Please

Chapter 7

Kinda on the short side but the next one will be longer. Keep on reading! xx

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Chapter 7

Dana's POV

The next couple weeks were a blur. The days seemed to all blend together. Nothing exciting was happening. The world was gray in my eyes. I spent most of my time sitting in my room alone. I called Niall a couple times. His phone was always off. After a while, I just gave up. My mom was working constantly for all her other employers. All the boys were really nice though. They tried to bring me magazines and comfort me. Harry always brought me food. I would never eat it though. I was depressed.

One day, I decided to finally get up and leave my room. Not because I was finally happy, but because I was sick of being sober. Getting through the days until Niall finally contacted me would be easier if some alcohol was there to comfort me. I threw on some clean sweatpants and a tshirt and headed downstairs. I knew where my mom kept all the good stuff. The boys were occupied by a movie playing in the tv room so I made my move. I grabbed a couple of bottles of vodka and headed back up to my room. I started chugging the first bottle. The burning sensation felt good. I finished the first bottle and continued on to the second. The world started becoming fuzzy around the edges. I let out a laugh. Something seemed funny to me. I'm not sure what. Suddenly, I could not control my laughing.

I stumbled downstairs and joined the boys in the tv room. I plopped myself down on Harry's lap.

"Hey sexy." I slurred in his ear. He looked surprised. "Let's go do something fun."

"Is she drunk?" Zayn looked amused.

Harry's POV

What the hell was Dana doing? Where did she get the booze? I knew she was depressed and drunk, but I couldn't help but feel a little turned on with her ass right on my package.

"Come on. I want you." she whispered in my ear. "Let's get outta here."

My abdomen tightened.

"Dana. You're drunk."

"No I'm not." she pouted.

"Let's go. Your going to bed."

"Make me." she said jumping up and stumbling across the room with a sexy grin on her face.

"Dana. I'm not playing games with you. Guys, help me out would you?"

They all rose. Louis grabbed Dana's arms and pinned them to her sides. She struggled to get out of his grip but eventually gave up and leaned into him.

Louis handed her over to me. I carried her upstairs. On her bed, I found two empty bottles of vodka. I moved them to the side and plopped her down on her bed. I got up to get her some water.

"Don't leave me." she whimpered

"I'm just getting water silly."

"Don't leave."

"I promise I'll be right back." I slipped out the door and filled a cup of water from the kitchen. When I returned, Dana was asleep. I walked over to the side of the bed she was on and sat next to her. I stroked her hair and brushed it out off her face. She mumbled something I couldn't quite hear.

"What was that, love?"

"I love you."

What she said shocked me. I mean, she was drunk. She was asleep. Maybe she thought I was Niall?

Dana's POV

I woke with a pounding head ache and a horrid taste in my mouth. I opened my eyes slowly, the light burning, to see a sleeping Harry next to me. What the fuck? I sat up and he stirred.

"What the hell happened?"

"You got yourself drunk and decided to play some games with me. I lead you up here and you fell asleep. So..... Nothing really" he told my sleepily.

"Good. God does my head hurt." I got up to get some aspirin.

"Hey, uh... Do you remember saying anything specific last night?" I couldn't see his face so I wasn't sure what exactly he was asking me.

"No. I don't remember anything."

"Oh. Ok. Cool."

What the hell did that mean. I let it slide.

"So Niall called me last night." Harry said casually, joining me in the bathroom to throw some water in his face. My heart soared.

"What did he say?!"

"He said something terrible happened and he told me to tell you that he misses you." my heart dropped again.

"That's it?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry Dana. He will tell us when he is ready."

"Yeah? Well what happens when he doesn't?" I said angrily.

"Then you have me."

I don't know what over came me at the moment, but I reached up and kissed him right on the lips angrily. I heard him breathe in sharply. I pulled back awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I-". I was interrupted by his lips crashing back down onto mine. He sat me up onto the bathroom counter and continued kissing my lips passionately. I lifted my hands into his hair and played with his curls. His hands rested on my hips and slowly started tracing circles up and down my sides. I groaned lightly and that's when he jerked back.

He started mumbling to himself. "I can't believe I just did that. Crap. Niall is going to kill me."

"Harry, didn't you enjoy it at least?"

"Yes. I just.. Your Niall's girlfriend. This can't happen."

"Harry, Niall left me. I haven't heard from him in weeks. I don't know what to do." Harry looked really worried. "trust me. You are fine. I kissed you. I started it. My fault." He seemed to relax a little bit.

"Thanks for comforting me though." I told him. He hugged me and then we awkwardly walked downstairs together. Hopefully, Harry could keep me out of my depression.