Stupid Dreamers

Chapter 22: Take You Home

Harry's P.O.V.

The last bit of alcohol in my cup burned down my throat as I take a sip.  Why I even bothered to drink tonight was beyond me.  Niall was the one who recommended it, for me to let loose and relax for a bit, but after two drinks I felt the complete opposite.  All I could do now was wait for the taste to go away and watch Erin as she danced in sync with the rest of the wasted crowd. 

I knew Erin was already drunk.  I knew she was drunk when I started talking to her.  I should've known that I couldn't have a serious talk with her until she was completely sober and that I would run into her again.  Luckily, the band had another week to hang out here, so I would think that I could get another chance to just end this rivalry between us once and for all. 

"You alright there mate?" I hear someone next to me ask.  I turn to see Zayn looking at me with a small frown on his face.  I nod.

"Yeah, I'm good," I say.  Zayn studies me a little bit and is soon able to read me like a book.     

"If you wanna talk to her, just do it," He says. 

"I've already tried," I reply and gesture towards her.  "She's wasted," Zayn purses his lips at me. 

"Do you think she'll get home alright?" He asks me.  I give him an odd look.

"Why should I care whether she does or not?" I slightly snap at him.  Although deep down, I was a bit worried she'd wake up in a bed that wasn't hers next to someone she didn't know...or worse.  No, I'm not worrying about her.  That's ridiculous.

"Harry, she doesn't know anyone here well enough other than you. Offer to take her home at least," Zayn looks at the crowd of dancing people. "She really doesn't look to well by the sight of it,"

I instantly pick Erin out when I look at the crowd again. Her smile is starting to fade as she wipes the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.   It's weird how I'm starting to have a twinge of worry about her.  I was sort of afraid that she'd pass out or something.  Harry, am I really going to do this? I suppose so, even though I know I'm going to regret it later. 

I leave money for my previous drinks and make my way out to the dance floor.  Carefully, I lightly tap Erin's arm.  She looks up at me with a sly smile and raises her eye brows.

"Hey!" She greets me, too happily at that. "Wanna dance? I mean, I'm feeling a little woozy here but you, Mr. Harry Styles, I know...is a wonderful dancer," She starts laughing.  I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her.

"I think I'm good for now," I yell over the music. "Do you need a ride home?" She just laughs in response.  I take that as a yes and firmly yet gently grip her arm, pulling her out of the crowd and towards the exit. 

"Come on you...party pooper" Erin burps.  How many drinks did she have tonight?

"You'll be thanking me in the morning Erin," I tell her as I lead her towards the exit. 

"Wait...I've gotta say good-bye to everyone," She says, which is the first sober thought I've heard her say all night.  She sloppily gets out of my grip, then walks over to the bar and pulls out one of the stools.  Then she carefully climbs up on it—which I am amazed by since she's wearing very high heels tonight—and the music slowly starts to die down as she waves her arms in the air, trying to get everyone's attention. 

"Hey! Everyone!" She yells.  Everyone in the room turns to look at her as she lets out a slight giggle. 

"Since I am apparently very "wasted", as my boyfriend over there would like to put it..." She points over at me as heat instantly rushes to my cheek. I shake my head at everyone and mouth the word 'no', which makes the crowd laugh.