Choosing My Heart's Direction (1D FanFic)

Wasted

Alexis P.O.V.

"Lex, what's wrong?" Harry asked, gently stroking my hair.

I pulled away from him and shook my head.

He gave me a small smile before standing up, and pulling me with him. He led me down the hall and into his room.

"Niall and Zayn went out to find some food," he explained as he opened the door. I nodded and followed him inside. This felt way too much like what I had done for Liam only an hour or so ago.

I sat on the couch and he sat on the edge of the bed, across from me.

"What's wrong? Is it Louis?" he asked. All I felt was guilt. I didn't deserve to have such a good friend as Harry. Just like how I didn't deserve Louis.

"No," I croaked, wiping some of the tears off of my cheeks.

"Then what? Are you getting hate?" he said, tensing up. Harry knew that I often received hate from the fans, and was always very defensive and protective of me. But I was pretty good at shrugging it off.

I shook my head, not wanting to meet Harry's eyes.

"Lex, please tell me," he pleaded.

"I can't," I whispered.

He remained silent for a minute. "Do you want to go out? Will that help? Just you and me?"

I thought about it for a minute. I couldn't really stand the idea of going to talk to Louis right now, and I didn't really want to sit around all night. A night out with Harry might be good for me. Help me clear my head.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," I said, finally smiling.

"There's that smile!" Harry grinned. "Let's go get wasted!"

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I was right. Going clubbing with Harry had been a great idea. I drank all my worries away, and was currently grinding with some random, barely attractive guy.

I had lost Harry in the sea of sweaty bodies about a half an hour ago, but I honestly couldn't care less. I was too drunk to care right now.

The song came to an end and the guy spun me around so I was facing him.

"You wanna go back to my place?" he asked, slurring his words.

"No thanks," I replied, wrinkling my nose at him.

He seemed surprised at my answer, but before he could respond, I slipped back into the crowd, finding a new boy to grind on. I'd turned down at least five guys tonight when they offered to go back their places, so I was getting pretty good at slipping away.

"Lex! There you are!" a voice slurred behind me. I spun around, and looked over the black haired guy I was dancing with to find a very drunk Harry stumbling towards me.

I smiled at him and walked over to him.

"I think we should head home," he said.

I nodded and we stumbled off the dance floor together.

Somehow we managed to get outside and find a cab.

We jumped in the cab, both giggling like idiots. I was a very giggly drunk.

Once we were driving away from the club and back to the hotel, I pulled my phone out. I had a couple texts from Louis, who was just checking up on me. I had been avoiding him as much as possible, and had only really talked to him briefly to tell him I was going out with Harry. Luckily, he hadn't pressed why or asked any questions.

As I was reading my texts, I saw one that said "going to sleep in our room w/zayn bc zayn's being cranky about haz waking him up when u guys get back. u can crash with harry in their room. sleep tight, love<3". I told Harry and he simply shrugged. It's not like Harry and I had never shared a bed before.

We laughed about stupid things for the remaining five minute cab ride. Soon enough, we were both stumbling into the hotel together.

We made our way up to Harry's room and managed to get inside without completely falling on our faces.

"I'm sooooo drunk," I slurred, collapsing onto the bed.

"Me too," he replied, falling next to me, causing me to bounce on the bed and giggle like a little girl.

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Pound.

Pound.

Pound.

An earsplitting pain consumed my entire head. I audibly groaned, my hands flying up to my head. How much had I had to drink the night before? The last thing I could remember was grinding with some random guy. After that everything was pretty much blank.

I rolled over and found a shirtless body next to me. I snuggled into Louis, finding he wasn't wearing any clothing at all. I soon realized I wasn't either.

I considered standing up and putting on some clothes, but the pounding in my head quickly shut that idea down.

"Good morning, Lex," a very groggy, raspy voice said.

That wasn't Louis' voice.