Imagine part 36//
Your P.O.V//
"You should calm down on those shots there beautiful", the bar tender said when I kept asking for more. I knew people were snapping pictures everywhere, but I was too drunk to care. Every emotion in my body was heightened, but the alcohol made me feel better, I cared less. "I want more", I said showing him my empty glass. He sighed and poured me some more and I quickly shot it down. "You should really calm down, let me take you home", a tall handsome boy with dirtyblond hair said as he helped me stand. I sighed and got up, wishing I could stay longer. "I don't want to go home", I admitted, knowing Harry would be there. "And why's that?", the man asked guiding me past the paparazzi to his car. I got in and buckled my seat belt, and he quickly did too. "I have a grumpy husband", I said, knowing I couldn't tell him it was a set up. He let out a small giggle as e drove, his laugh was very charming. "I'm sure he loves you", he said giving me a smile. "Love? He doesn't know what love is", I admitted, and the man looked at me for a second before he focused on the road again. "What made you want to get drunk?" He asked with a soothing voice. "Hmm.. Maybe I can't tell you.. Maybe you're like a kidnapper, and won't actually take me home", I mumbled laughing a little, my drunk state taking over. "Is it in here?" He asked ignoring what I said. I nodded and gave him a smile, thankful that he took me home. "What's your name?" I asked once he stopped in our driveway. He helped my unbuckle because he saw I struggled. "Trevor", he said once I got out of the car. "Well Trevor, it was nice to meet you", I said as I wobbled my way back to the door. I was scared to see Harry, I didn't know what mood he was in. Quietly I took off my shoes and jacket as I tried walking in a straight line to the kitchen, and that's where I saw Harry's tall figure looking stressed, like something was wrong. He looked up at me, and his eyes suddenly looked revealed. "Where the hell have you been?!" He shouted as he got up. I knew he would be angry that I left, and ignored his calls. "Out", I mumbled walking over to the sofa. "You're drunk", Harry mumbled to himself sounding irritated. "Yes I am", I replied happy. Harry walked over to me, his breathing was heavy as he beant down infront of me. "Go to bed, don't want us to yell at eachother when we're drunk", Harry said trying to sound calm. I shook my head and looked into his beautiful green eyes. "No, we'll talk about it now", I demanded. Harry got up and walked back and fourth with his head in his hands. "Fine, then tell me why the hell you didn't walk away from Marcus when he held your hand? If you don't love him, then what's the reason?!" Harry shouted. My heart beat increased, and my breathing became heavy.//
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