Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

eighteen.

"Oh come on..fuck," Harry whines,quickly moving away from Eliana who looks ready for a second round of vomiting.I watch as Eliana leans over the toilet now, vomiting again, leaving her head hung low before I snap out of my stare, realizing I shouldn't even be in here.

"I'm just going to go," I mutter, pulling the door open, hoping to slip away from this awkward insecure relationship moment.

"No wait..shut the door," Harry calls out to me.

"I really have to go.."

"So you're just going to leave me in here covered in throw up?" Harry says to me gesturing to his soaked shirt.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?" I laugh.

"Oh come on don't be so fucked up Bianca..help me!" Harry pleads in a whine. He stands stiffly, his hands spread out in front of him making me laugh because he looks completely trapped, not bothering to move in inch for fear for making more contact with the vomit.

"Bye.." I laugh.

"Bianca!" Harry shouts with annoyance again.

"Look I really, really could careless how fucked up you think I am.." I begin to say before getting cut off.

A loud bang against the tiles bathroom floor causes us to quickly turn our attention to Eliana. She's lying on her back, in between the bath tub and toilet seat, her eyes closed.

"Eli.." Harry says, rushing over to her, pulling her up gently,"Eliana..are you okay.."

I hover over them slightly looking at Eliana and I instantly know something is wrong. Her breathing sounds off, her body is limp and as Harry pulls her up higher the light hitting her a little better, her lips appear slightly blue tinged.

"Harry..Harry you need to take her to the emergency right now," I tell him, remembering that frightfully night months ago when I found Penelope during the height of her depression, with alcohol poisoning.

"I think she just feels sick she's fine..."

"She's not," I cut him off,"She looks like she has alcohol poisoning! You need to take her to the hospital..now!"

"I don't.." Harry begins to protest.

"I'll do it myself," I say reaching down for Eliana's body, trying to pull her up.

"Fine.I'll carry her..I'll take her," Harry suddenly says, standing with Eliana in his arms her head slightly slumped.

"Just..could you..could you just cover her face with your jacket or something?" Harry says to me now standing in front of the door, readjusting his hands.

"What? Why?" I ask trying to rush him out the door.

"This party is filled with people Eliana works for..if they see her this drunk she could loose a lot of her sponsorships with company's against drinking,"Harry explains,"Just..cover her please."

"I won't cover her face, she's already have a hard time breathing," I say, feeling surprised he's taking her career into concern when he was just complaining about carrying her a moment ago.

"Bianca come on.."

I'll walk in front of you..her face will be covered by me, just stay close," I continue.

I lead the way down the hall, returning us back to the still full party. No one seems to notice us as we swivel between several people laughing and dancing. We nearly make it to the door when I suddenly hear someone call my name..I don't even need to turn around to see who it is.