harry styles | my health teacher

40. d r u n k

i'm on my way for night two of harry's live performances in new york. i decided on wearing black ripped jeans and a one shoulder crop top which looked more like a bra because of how short and tight it was.

i was pretty anxious getting there after the events that occurred last night. mostly the things we said to each other. i was also pretty confused on what was going on between camille and harry, but i decided that it would be best to push that to the back of my mind and focus.

"hey girl." helene says yawning when i walk into the team room of the same venue from last night.

"hi." i say back showing the same enthusiasm.

"your exhausted too?"

"very." i reply.

—

tonight's show went the same as the previous night, except for the fact that things were now ten times more awkward between harry and i.

i was completely exhausted and extremely excited to just crawl into bed. right when my body hits the mattress and i let out a sigh of comfort, i hear a knock at my apartment door.

i creep out of my bedroom and sneak to the door to peak through the peek hole. when i see harry standing on the other side, my body is relieved that it wasn't some criminal trying to rob me or something.

i open the door and i can tell right off the bat that harry is not ok.

"hello darling." he says leaning against the door frame. i can smell the alcohol on him.

"hello harry. what are you doing here?" i ask him.

"i have no clue." he slurs, "i wanted to see your face i guess. your beautiful face. and your beautiful body. oh how much i miss your body."

ok, he has had way too much to drink.

"ok well i got to see your face and now i'm gonna head back to the bar, see ya." he says backing away from me, but i grab his arm.

"no." i say staring into his green eyes, "harry im not letting you go back there, you have a show tomorrow, which thousands of people are coming to."

"nooooooooo my hotel is so far, i don't want to go back." he says groaning.

"call and uber harry, for fucks sake you probably have some kind of limo service." i say getting pissed off.

"no can do darling. if i could do that i would have done it. i left my phone at my hotel."

"you can use mine, i'm called you an uber." i say running to my bedroom and grabbing my phone.

when i come back, harry has walked in already and is  sitting on my couch.

"no i don't want to go back to my hotel."

"harry, get yourself ass up and go downstairs because i'm calling an uber." i say getting extremely frustrated.

"no." he says with a pout.

"get up!" i scream pulling on his arm to get him up but he won't budge.

"i'm not moving."

"ugh!" i groan letting go, "fine then!"

i walk back to my bedroom and slam the door shut. i crawl into bed, hoping i can finally get the rest i need.

"UGHHH." i scream as i here the door open.

"your couch is really uncomfortable." he says walking over to my bed.

"ok then what the fuck do you want me to do about it?" i say pissed off, "here's and idea, go back to your hotel!"

"can i just stay in here?" he asks

"no harry!" i say, but he crawls in next to me, "harry stop. go back to the couch or leave."

"what's wrong with me sleeping in here peyton?? it's not like we are going to do anything, i mean unless you want to...."

"your drunk. your just drunk. you don't know what your saying." i say to him, but more so telling myself.

"ok whatever goodnight!" i say turning my back to him and getting to the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible.

—

when i wake up, i notice that my position in bed from last night to now has completely changed. i am now in the center of the bed, my head resting on harry's chest and his arms are wrapped around my waist.

in this exact moment, i keep telling myself this only happened because he had a little too much to drink and that if he were sober, we wouldn't be all tangled up like this. he wouldn't be sleeping in my bed, he wouldn't be sleeping in my apartment at all, he would be in his hotel, far far away from me.

because he doesn't want me and he made that very clear in the past when he left me.