All Your Little Things

Chapter 13- You're Drunk

Ali

I sat in Harry's apartment, waiting for him to get home at 3 in the morning. I came over at midnight after a ballet show I had gone to with Elizabeth, wanting to know if he wanted to get some drinks, but now, I figured he already took it upon himself to go out on his own.

I heard the door crack open and I jumped up. "Harry!"

"The fuck are you doing here?" He slurred as he walked in.

"You gave me the key, remember?"

"Whoopsie. How stupid am I?" He laughed. "God, just go home."

"What?"

"You're an annoying bitch. It was summer love, I'm not sure how much more it was."

"Harry...you're drunk. You don't mean it."

"I don't care. I'm going on tour starting in December. I'll say what I want."

"Harry!"

"I feel terrible about it. I found out today, and thought you'd be pissy about it. So, I got drunk so I could tell you."

"You're an ass." I hit him with my bag on the way out.

----------------- *1 WEEK LATER*

"Oh, honey, come on, he didn't mean it." Elizabeth consoled me. I was crying again.

"The bastard's ruining everything! We had a perfect summer, and your birthday, and he was going to come home for Thanksgiving. He's my date for the wedding, and I'm still set to go to the VMA's. God, it was just perfect."

"I know, but he was drunk."

"He doesn't want to be with me more than the summer love. Everyone says stuff when they're drunk that they're too scared to say sober." I told her. She said nothing, because I was right. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Lib said, then turned to me. "It's just Nialler." She smiled curtly as he came in.

"Hello everybody." Niall said in his Irish accent. "Oh, Ali, how ya been?" I smiled weakly and stood up.

"I think I'll go out for a bit." I told her and went and changed into skinny jeans, black biker boots, a purple top an leather jacket. I grabbed my purse and waved as I went out the door.

All I did was walk. I walked fown the street, past the apartment building, past all the shops. I walked and walked and walked.

Harry

I sat in a chair in the corner of a coffee shop, with a muffin and very large iced coffee in front of me. I wasn't eating much though, all the excitement and appettite was gone. I fiddled with Ali's scarf, a bright red one, which she had left behin last week when she was at my house.

I missed her, and I was stupid. I cannot believe I was ready to break everything we had over me going on tour.

Alison Mary-Elizabeth Evans was a tough girl. She could have handled it. She would never be like Amanda, my last girlfriend, who could never handle the pressures of a touring schedule. She completely cracked, and I cracked trying to piece her together. I just never wanted anything to happen to Ali that would upset her, but she is a lot tougher than I give her credit for.

I heard the bell over the door ring. Someone walked to the front and bought a scone. The clerk cracked some corny joke, but the girl still laughed. A beautiful laugh that I couldn't mistake for someone else even if I wanted to. I looked up to see Ali's back disappearing through the door.

I jumped up, and I couldn't pull my jacket and hat on quick enough. I grabbed her scarf and ran out the door. I saw her, maybe 20 meters ahead of me, speeding up to get to a trash can and throw away the remainder of the scone. I ran after her.

"Ali! Ali! ALI!" I screamed after her. She whipped around, but she stiffened when she realized it was me.

That was when she started running. She ran, and I ran after her, screaming her name the whole way. She ran straight back to her apartment, and I followed in, as she didn't shut the door behind her.

"Ali! Please! Let's talk!"

"What do you want to say, Harry? Do you want to explain getting piss-drunk, or what about telling me, one of the last people to know, that you're going on tour? What about the part of not wanting to be with me? What would you like to explain?" She shouted angrily.

"I can't explain any of that, except for the fact that I don't want you to crack while we're separated and I'm touring, because I haven't had the best experience with people while I'm away from them on tour. All I know is I love you."

"Harry, I cannot believe after knowing me for four months, that you would find me weak enough not to be able to handle that, unlike Amanda ever did. I can handle it, Harry, I can." She pleaded.

"I know you can."

"So, this is real. isn't it?"

"Three hundred percent." I told her without hesitation. She nodded and crossed her arms.

She was silent for a moment, but then spoke matter-of-factly. "Well, I hope you've sent your tuxedos for the wedding and the awards into the cleaners because God knows it'll take a few days to get done, and you're always the procrastinator and I will not be letting you go up on stage in your black jeans and that god-awful Hipsta shirt."

I smiled, because I knew I was forgiven. She was never the type to flat-out say you were forgiven, but the way she spoke to me, I knew everything was back to normal again, which made me happy.

I walked straight up to her, smiled, and put the scarf around her neck. "I missed you." I said.

She gave a small smile, and turned to go to her room. "Bye, Haz." I saw her disappear into a doorway.

"Do not screw this up again, Harry! Or I'll...I'll hunt you down and single-handedly plant a news story about you. Do not hurt her." Elizabeth said.

"I promise." I nodded and waved goodbye to the them on my way out.