The Bad Boy

Chapter 76

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        I just lost all of the sympathy I had towards Harry in one second. It only took one single word.

        Harry can't be drunk. He only left...woah two hours ago. It took me a long time to press the call button.

        "Harry?" I ask.

        "No, this is Patrick." He responds. Oh yeah, he's smashed.

        "Where are you?" I demand.

        "Um, some bar called Flora-Bama." He says, or should I say shays.

        "Did you drive?" I ask.

        "Yesh." He says.

        "I'm coming to get you. I don't want you driving like this." I sigh. I'm wearing a white t-shirt, and pink and purple plaid flannel pajama shorts but it's not like anyone's going to see me.

        "FIIINE." He sighs and the line goes dead.

        "Who was that?" Ally asks, coming out of her and NIall's room, NIall trailing behind.

        "Harry. He's drunk at the Flora-Bama bar. I'm gonna walk over there and get him." I sigh, grabbing my wristlet with my keys and wallet in it.

        "Steph! That's like four miles away." Ally protests.

        "Oh well, he has the car." I sigh, tying my hair into a ponytail and stepping into my ankle Ugg boots with the buttons on the side.

        Without another word I step out of the apartment. After walking a few miles, a black Mustang pulls up next to me. I discreetly glance over and quicken my pace. The window rolls down.

        "Stephanie!" I hear a guys voice call.

        I look over to see the parasailing guy who hit on me in the drivers seat.

        "You need a ride? Hop in." He says, stopping the car. I slide into the passenger seat.

        "Where to?" He asks.

        "The Flora-Bama bar." I sigh, slamming the door closed as we pull off.

        "Cool place. Why ya headed there?" He asks.

        "I'd rather not talk about it." I sigh, looking out the side window.

        "That's okay." He nods. We drive the rest of the way to the bar in silence. Sure enough, when we pull into the parking lot, Harry's black car is parked in a handicap spot right in front of the door.

        "Thank you so much for the ride." I say, pushing my door open.

        "No problem." He says as I close the door.

        I walk up to the entrance, take a deep breath and step inside. I scan the room, and see Harry sitting at the bar, his attention turned to a soccer game on the TV. I stomp up to him.

        "Let's go Harry." I snap, crossing my arms.

        He swivels on the chair to face me.

        "Oh hey Steph." He snickers.

        "Hey Harry, can I get you another shot?" A tall black haired girl with huge boobs asks from behind the bar.

        "No you cannot. LEAVE!" I bark. She widens her eyes but retreats to the other end of the bar.

        "Steph calm down." Harry slurs.