Amnesia: [ ON HOLD]

6. Extra Credits

Austen's POV

"Austen wait for me." he says as he runs towards my car, as fast as his drunken legs could carry him.

He is clutching something in his hand, his present. The one that I gave. At least he didn't forget about it.

"Are you going home?" he asks me.

" No I'm going to the library. Of fucking course I'm going home." I move my hands between me and my car to exaggerate my point.

" Can you like drop me home?" he asks me with an amused smile plastered on his face. "Please?" he adds when I don't reply.

"Go ask whoever that was clinging onto you for their dear life" I seethe, an unfamiliar feeling washing over me. Fucking slut.

"Are you jealous?" he asks me with a giddy smile.

I shake my head vigorously from side to side my cheeks burn. Thank god it's dark he can't see the red rising up my cheeks. Not like he would notice. He is completely wasted.

" No. I'm just telling you to leave me alone and find someone else to drop you" I tell him reaching for the door of my car.

"Aww come on please....Would you let me drive home drunk? Everyone else is drunk too. Would you want me to get into an accident because I'm so drunk I can't see straight." he stares into my eyes with those emerald puppy eyes.

"Fine get in" I stomp my legs in anger towards myself for falling for it easily. I get into the driver's seat and he clumsily gets into the passenger seat and I drive off.

It wasn't his puppy eyes that made me drive him home. Okay maybe it was but when he said 'accident' , it struck something deep within me. It was as if someone kicked me in the gut.

Harry mumbled something when we neared his house.

"What?" I ask him not having heard anything.

"Lets go to your house, don't stop the car" he tells me, more like orders me, already half passed- out.

"WHAT! I'm not your goddamn taxi now get the fuck out" I throw up my hands in disbelief. I don't think I ever swore this much in my whole life.

" Please, my mom would literally kill me if i stumble home drunk again pleaseee?" he looks at me with those damn eyes of his.

"Arghh fine whatever!" I bang my head softly against the steering wheel and drive away to my house. What! I didn't want to hurt my head.

"This time you're sleeping on the couch." I say as I hand him a blanket and a pillow.

"But I wanna sleep with youuu" he drags the word like a whiny child.

" No you will stay here and I'm going to my room to sleep." I say as I get up from the couch and try to leave before his large hands wrap around my wrists and pull me back to him. I don't resist. I like the way he holds me gentle yet rough.

" Can I please come up with you? The couch is super hard and I sleep wayyyy better with you. I will be a good boy . I promise." he begs me like a little kid wanting a toy. 

" Fine but you stay on your side of the bed. " I roll my eyes and pull my hands away from his. I miss the warmth of his hands on mine.

He collapses onto my bed the moment his knees touch the edge of it. I groan and pull his boots and socks from his feet. I flip his huge body around with all my strength so he is on his back and move my hands to the button of his jeans.