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Sunday, February 11th, 2018
2:23 am
halle

Too much vodka.

Haven't had that thought since college- right before I completely blacked out.

I'm sitting on a couch with Ashly, wayyyyyy too drunk. I'm trying to push through and stay alive because this is Harry's party! I can't leave because I got too fucked up.

"Oh my fucking shit, Halle." Ashly says, gaping and staring at the party ahead of us. I assume she's about to tell me about someone there, but when I look in front of my I see blurs instead of faces. "It's Charlie."

"Are you gonna say hi?" I ask very slowly, thinking about my words as hard as I can.

"Yes-yeah. Just, uh. Stay right here. I'll be right back."

Then she's off.

I let my head fall back onto the top part of the couch and let my inner rag doll come out. I feel all fuzzy and my muscles feel so weak. What a strange feeling it is to be drunk.

"Hey, you doing okay?"

I do my best to lift my head up but jesus christ is that impossible. After what feels like 10 minutes, I lift my head and see Luke.

Mhm.

"I'm okay."

"Yeah, I don't know about that." He chuckles.

"No, no I'm f-fine." I try to convince him. "I'm getting an uber as soon as people, um, start to go."

"Alone?"

"I always do."

Then the biggest rush of a headache comes. I squint my eyes and bite down on my tongue as hard as I can to try and distract myself from the sudden pounding in my head.

"Let me take you home." He says with both eyebrows raised. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"You drank. You're not driving me."

Hm, proud of my drunk self.

"Smart girl." He chuckles. "But no, I didn't drive. Just let me uber with you, make sure you get home safe."

"Harry's gonna be upset if I leave now. I don't know if-"

"No, Harry's gonna be upset if something bad happens because you didn't leave now." He says, cocking an eyebrow but keeping a slight smile making me feel more comfortable with him rather than intimidated with his sort of declaration of taking me home.

"Okay. Take me home."

Ha.

Take me home.

Is it obvious that my best friend is Harry Styles?

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"Left, left." Luke repeats, chuckling as he places his hands gently on my shoulders to direct me since I'm walking in the wrong direction.

After realizing both our phones were dead, Luke suggested we walk back to his place which was only about 8 blocks away, charge our phones and uber back to mine.

"This is it?" I ask, looking up at a very tall apartment building.

"No, next one." He says, pointing. Ah, smaller. Prettier. Nice.

"I like it." I say quietly, and he nods. "Do you stay in Australia too?"

"Yeah, I'd say I split my time. Maybe a bit more here though than Australia. And then there's tour, so, that takes some time."