CYNICAL - harry styles

THREE

MILAN NOEL

The club was still filled with people by the time Harry and I had made it back down the stairs. It was only a little past one a.m., making it prime time for people to be heading into clubs.

I didn't think the stench of alcohol could get much worse compared to earlier, but somehow, the bar reeked even worse than it had before. Just walking in was enough to give a lightweight like me a headache.

There were people all over the dance floor, almost all of them holding some type of drink in their hand as they bumped and swayed to the loud music. The bar was full, even the upstairs viewing area of the club was jam packed with people all over the many couches.

"Milan!" I look up to see Ivy standing in front of me with a baffled face, "I've been looking everywhere for you! Where did you go?"

The urgency in her voice was shocking to me at first, speaking that Ivy had never been the type to worry as much as the average person usually would, but then I remember that the whole time I had been gone, she was most likely filling up on drinks.

There was no doubt in my mind that she was absolutely plastered.

I turned around to see where Harry had gone, not feeling his presence behind me anymore. I cursed at him mentally, knowing that he was probably my only way of getting out of this situation with Ivy.

"I-i was in the bathroom." I stutter, not knowing what else to tell her. Because It didn't really seem practical to tell her a random man had forced me to climb a giant ladder up onto the roof of a club.

"For 45 minutes?" Had I really been gone that long? There was no way.

"Ivy, let's be honest, there is no way you are in the correct frame of mind to be estimating time right now." I laugh lightly, trying to joke to ease the tension.

It didn't work. "Look, i just needed some fresh air, and I lost track of time, okay?"

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and I knew
that she didn't believe a single word that I was uttering. "Really, Mila, what's up with you? Are you high or something?"

"What?" I looked at her with wide eyes, if anyone knew that I was never the person to use mind-altering substances -besides alcohol of course-, it was Ivy. "N-no."

I was at a complete loss for words as I looked around the club in front of me, trying to think up some type of excuse to explain why I had left her alone. Fuck me for being such a horrid liar.

"Then what were you doing?" Her voice was now getting louder, and I had no idea how to stop her from having a complete outburst.

The next place I looked was up at the second floor, seeing the familiar man that I had just been in the loft, pressed up against the railing. There Harry was, playing innocent as he had some girl who was dressed in a hot pink dress sitting in his lap, touching all over him.

What a man whore.

"You know what, Milan, I think I'm going to head out." I don't think that I had fully comprehended what she had said until it was too late.

Was she seriously this pissed at me over leaving her alone for a while, or was it just the alcohol talking? I mean, she was the one that left me alone with Harry in the first place.

The anger flooded through my intoxicated veins quickly before I even knew what I was saying, "Fine! Go then!"

She stormed away, which only made me feel guiltier. Why is it that we only fight when we're drunk?

It was about an hour later when I was sitting at the bar that I realized that Ivy had been my ride home. I guess it wasn't really much use since she was drunk off her ass and now I was too.