Worth the Wait || l.t.

Chapter 29

Harry's P.O.V.

My overly annoying ringtone wakes me up from my sleep. I groan and leans over Alana to reach it.

I don't bother to look at the Caller I.D. and just answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hazzzzaaaaa!" His words slur.

"Louis?"

"Yeah that's my name!" He laughs.

"Why the hell are you calling me at 4 in the morning? Have you gone mad mate?" I untangle from Alana and walk out into the kitchen.

"Maybe," He giggles.

Where the hell is he?

"Louis, where are you?"

"Oh, I'm at this little pub thing down the street from management. I think I'm shitfaced. But that's weird because I only had 4 shots of whiskey, wait no, maybe 7." He rambles on.

I sigh, putting my head in to my hand. "Do you need me to get you?"

"I can drive its fine!"

"No, you can't, Louis." I hear him sigh, "Now what's the pub called?"

"Uhhh, Dine in Pub? I don't fucking know." He laughs. I can hear the bartender on the other side telling him that he can't have anymore shots which made Louis whine.

"Alright mate, I'm coming." I hang up before he could protest. I walk about to the bedroom to find my shirt and shoes.

"Where are you going?" I hear Alana mumble, do to her face being in the pillow.

"I have to go get Louis somewhere. Go back to sleep." I walk over to her, placing a kiss on her cheeks before walking out of the bedroom.

I finally managed to find the pub that Louis is at. I park my vehicle on the other side of the street. I walk across it to go inside. As soon as I walk in I hear Louis arguing with someone.

The bartender doesn't look older then 55, looks up at me, "Is he your friend?"

"Yes," I sigh, walking over to him.

"Hazz, you made it!" He smiles drunkly, "Now tell her to give me another shot!"

"Louis, you don't need another one. We need to get you back to the beach house."

"No! I need more shots!" He yells.

"Come on, Louis." I sling his arm around my shoulder, leading him out.

"Fine.."

I turn my head to look at the bartender, "I'm sorry for him."

"No, he's alright. Be careful and safe, love."

I give her a small smile before I lead Louis out of the pub and to my vehicle.

I open the passenger door for him and he climbs in, closing the door himself. I get in on the driverside, not starting the ignition yet.

"Louis, why are you drunk off your arse at 4 in the bloody morming!"

"Oh, That's easy!" He laughs, "Bryan called me about 2 and told me to come down to the office to talk."

"And, what did you all talk about?" I look over at him, seeing that his happy drunk mood shifted.

"Someone sent him a picture. A picture of me and Sara in our room. You could tell she is younger than me." He says, barely above a whisper. "He said I have to tell her I don't want her anymore. That I was only after one thing. That I don't care about her."