Denial

Chapter 23

The party goes on for an eternity, and Naomi is still nowhere in sight. It is already 4am, and i'm exhausted. Everyone is drunk, and people are already throwing up in the back yard. Some girls are stumbling as they walk, others are dancing on the tables, everyone is acting like fucking animals. I feel in a jungle. Niall is drunk, but I'm glad he isn't that drunk. He went with Joey and his friends, to spend some time with them.

I, on the other hand, can't find my friend. I'm starting to get worried though, because she was supposed to be with Sarah, but the Sarah is with Louis. I've tried calling her phone a thousand times, but it sends me straight to voice mail, i'm sure her battery died.

I check outside, to see if Naomi is anywhere to be seen, but she isn't. In my surprise, instead of finding Naomi, I find Harry.

He is wasted as hell. He is on his knees, throwing up on the plants. I swear, it looks disgusting, but I kind of feel bad. He is alone, none of his friends are helping him. Then again, when have they've ever been there for him?

I make my way there, if I cant find my friend, I might as well help him. I can't leave him like this, that poor kid is dying.

I bend down on my knees beside him, at first he doesn't notice my presence, but then he finally turns to look at me. When he does I notice he has some vomit in his mouth, and It looks disgusting. His eyes are red, and his face is pale; i've never seen him look so horrible in my entire life. He stares at me for a second, but turns around immediately and throws up again.

"Shit" he mumbles.

I put my hand on his back, moving up and down as comfort. "Let it all out, you'll feel better" I whisper.

Harry does as I'm told, and after a few minutes, he finally stops. I take out a napkin from my purse, to clean his mouth. Once his mouth is cleaned I throw the napkin away on the nearest trashcan, and I come back to help Harry up.

He uses my shoulder as support, as we walk. However, he is too heavy, and I'm trying my best not to fall. "Did you bring your car?" I ask. Harry nods, and surprisingly takes out the keys from his shoe, and hands it to me. His stomach is bare, and It is too cold outside.

We make it to his car, and I help him get inside. He is not talking, but every time he does say a few words, I have a hard time understanding him. I get in the driver's seat, and I turn on the car. Harry doesn't protest that i'm driving, like i though he would, but he is too drunk to notice what is happening around him.

The ride is long and silent. Instead of driving to my house, like I originally planned to, I drive to Harry's. If I come with Harry like this to my house, my parents would kill me. Besides, they think i'm staying at Naomi's so it shouldn't be a problem.

Naomi!

Shit I totally forgot about her.

I take out my phone and text Niall immediately.

To Niall:

Please find Naomi and take her home, I had a little incident and had to leave. Thnks :)xx

Niall replies a few minutes later with an: "okay :)" and I finally turn off my phone.

I get a little lost on my way to Harry's place, but after a few minutes I arrive. I park the car as carefully as possible, because I really don't want to crash it. I'm not a very good driver, I failed my permit test like 5 times already.

Finally, one the car is parked and harmless, I turn off the engine, and help Harry out. I thought he was sleeping, but he wasn't. He was awake the whole ride.

Getting him up the stairs is so fucking difficult. Harry is too heavy, and i don't have strength in my body. After struggling in the staircase, we make it to his room.