Adopted By Harry Styles

16

The girls and I eventually went back to the living room with the boys. I was sitting next to Jade and Mike on the floor, and was noticeably drunk, to say the least. Mike would keep handing me beers whenever I finished, and I would always take them, too drunk to know when to stop. I think I was on my fourth beer.

I felt something vibrate in my back pocket and groaned, reaching back, pulling out my phone, and tossing it next to myself and Mike. "Getting a text?" Mike asks. He picks up my phone and I shrug. I didn't really process what he was saying.

"Give me my phone back," I say, speech slurred. I reach for my phone with a limp arm and he drops my phone back on the ground.

"Who's Harry?" He asks me.

"My...my dad...I think," I say. Part of me was too drunk to answer confidently, and part of me didn't actually know the answer. Was harry my dad?

"You think?" He laughs. "You're a lightweight, you know? What is this, your fourth beer? You're already wasted. Your dad seems very concerned as to where you are, by the way."

I shake my head. "You're just as wasted..." I say, my voice aimlessly trailing off. I ignore what he said about Harry and twirl my finger around the top of my fourth beer bottle.

"Right," he says. "Let me get you a coffee to sober you up. You're almost making me feel bad." He chuckles and stands up, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. He holds me by the waist as he walks us to the kitchen.

"Coffee is for the morning," I mumble as he sits me down at one of the stools.

"Have you never been drunk before, Maddi? Coffee is the oldest trick in the book to get sober," Mike says.

I watch him go through the cabinets looking for a cup and coffee before lowering my head to the countertop, which conveniently still held a couple blunts that Lauren had rolled earlier.

I pick one up and light it, sticking it in my mouth and then taking a huge breath out. I end up coughing again, obviously taking a bigger breath than I had exactly expected.

Mike turns around and chuckles. "You're so fucked right now, Maddi," he says.

"Nuh uh," I hum and then rest my head on my hands.

Mike walks over with a cup of coffee. "Yeah you are, actually. Drink this," he tells me.

I laugh. "What? This coffees gonna make me sober?" I ask. Maybe I was fucked.

"No, but it will make you a little less drunk. Hopefully enough to where you'll be able to know what you're saying," he explains.

"You're the one who got me drunk in the first place," I groan. "And now you're helping me." I roll the blunt on the table with my fingers.

"I didn't know you'd get this drunk," he laughs. "Just wanted you to loosen up a little."

I drink a few sips of the hot coffee. "I think I like the beer better," I say, continuing to drink anyway. I pick up the other blunt and put it in my mouth. "Light me up?"

Mike takes the blunt from my mouth and shakes his head. "I would, but I don't think you need anymore weed or alcohol for tonight. I don't wanna be the one responsible for the most fucked up girl, and it looks like I am on that track," he says. I watch him flick it across the counter.

I don't say anything for a while, and neither does he. Maybe he was right about the coffee, or maybe it was just the sitting down without constantly drinking alcohol. I was still drunk, but I was starting to process things a little more clearly. Part of me wanted to grab another beer, but I knew that wouldn't be a smart decision.

I was about to thank Mike for the coffee when someone ran inside the house. "Cops!" He yelled.

"Why are there cops?" I ask.

"Maddi, get up," Mike says, his voice hurried. "We've got to get out."

I stand up and follow Mike and the large crowd of people out to the backyard. There were people leaving though the gate, shoving each other to escape. I ended up losing Mike, and I couldn't find anyone else I knew, so I just wait near the back of the crowd squeezing through the gate.

I feel someone gripping my arm a moment later. "What?" I groan, turning around with the expectation of seeing Mike, but actually seeing a man in a police uniform.

"Ma'am, come with me," he says. I look around and see a few other people being pulled out by cops. I feel a cold bar on my wrist and look down to see I've been handcuffed. He grabs my other free hand and cuffs it behind my back.

"What?" I gasp, finally realizing what was really going on.

"Ma'am," the officer tugs on my arm a little harder. "Follow me." I reluctantly start following him to the front yard as he held my arm.

He walks us over to one of the many cop cars parked in the street and opens the door, uncuffing only one of my hands. I look at him and he nods his head, motioning for me to get inside.

"My dad will kill me if he finds out I was arrested," I say.

"You should've thought of that prior to doing something that would get you arrested," he says.

I shake my head. "Please, I'll do anything," I say.

"Miss, please cooperate," the officer says.

I sigh and get in the car. He cuffs the other cuff to the bar on the window. There was another person next to me who I haven't seen before, but I didn't really feel like talking. And I doubt he did either.

The cop gets in the front seat and wastes no time driving off. I look at the house as drive away. The doors were open, lights on, music playing, and trash on the ground. I should have known better than to come.

Then, I look at the front of the car. More specifically, the clock which read 12:08. Two hours past when I was supposed to be home.