She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 24

It was about three in the morning by the time Harry and I got back to his house. It took us about thirty minutes to find Lizzo and Sofia because Harry was too drunk to remember where he left them. Once we found them, we took tons of pictures and Harry wanted to dance with me. After multiple declines, he finally agreed and hugged me until we got back to the car. He almost ran off to do karaoke, but he couldn't stand that well unless he was holding onto me, or so he claimed.

The entire car ride, he kept telling me how beautiful I looked and how much he missed me while I was with Zendaya. He also kept telling me that he couldn't wait to introduce me to Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn. I felt bad for laughing because I know he was trying to be serious, but he was funny. I think he also felt bad about what happened to Ryan and he could see that I was still upset.

We got back to his house and I had to help him get in because he was pouting that his stomach was hurting and he was tired. But then he offered to carry me inside. Once we got inside, I helped him take off his shoes and hat while he continued to give me compliments and assure me that I was the best girlfriend in the world. But he hasn't said love since we were at the party.

"Baby, you are just the best girlfriend ever. Let me take off your shoes so I can massage your feet. I know they hurt." He slurred, stumbling over to me.

"No, no it's fine. I'm bringing you to bed." I said as he fell onto the couch, trying to walk over to me.

"Does that mean we get to have a sleepover, and I get to wrap my arms around you?" He asked all excited like. I laughed and nodded, helping him up.

"Only if you listen and go to bed." I was talking to him like he was a small child, but he didn't seem to notice. He was so excited that I was going to cuddle with him that he jumped up and hit me in the mouth with his head.

"Oh, Everly Grace, I'm so so sorry! Are you okay? Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry!" He cupped my cheeks and examined my face.

"It's okay!" I assured, smiling up at him, ignoring the throbbing of my mouth. He took his hands away and shook his head.

"No, you're never going to come over again." His voice cracked at the end, signaling he was about to start balling.

"No, baby!" I said, trying not to laugh. This was funnier than when Sofia gets drunk. "I'm going to. Let's go!"

"Really?" He asked. I nodded and he pulled me into a hug, burying his head into my neck as if he was holding onto me tighter.

"Come on..." I whispered, pulling away gently. I grabbed his hand and started to pull him up the stairs.

"Wait, I want water." 

He let go of my hand and walked into the kitchen, making me sigh lightly. I was tired and ready for the night to be over. My phone chimed and I looked down to see a mass of pictures being sent to me. I heard the fridge open and close, but then I heard the clank of a cap coming off. I quickly walked into the kitchen to see Harry putting the cap of a beer bottle into the trash. He hummed a tune as he grabbed his beer. He slowly turned and looked up at me, immediately looking guilty. I crossed my arms and looked at him, showing him that I caught him and he wasn't being sneaky.

"What are you doing?" I asked, making him smile.

"I decided that I didn't want water and I was looking for one of those Icee drinks you like and then I saw this." He slurred, bringing the glass to his lips.

"No, no, no more beer." I scolded, walking over to him and taking it from his hand. He looked lost as I put it back on the counter and grab his hand. "Now come on." I started to pull him back to the stairs.