Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part fifty.

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"And I'd give up forever to touch you,"
"'Cause I know that you feel me somehow."

"You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be."

"And all I can taste is this moment."
"And sooner or later, it's over."
"I just don't wanna miss you tonight."

Harry

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Rory pinched the arch of his nose, looking down at the floor in ponder. I paced the room in a drunken fashion, matching the swarm of my thoughts with the drink in my wandering hand. My stumble was apparent, unconcealable with the amount I had. His advances to sober me didn't last long when the sun went down and I found myself deep in a bottle of bourbon. Drink after drink to make me feel better and shocker! It didn't work, just made it all foggier.

He rolls his eyes at me with burning inflation, utterly unamused by the way I was acting. Me behaving like a drunken toddler was the reason for his displeased scowl. Not only that but because I ripped Meg's head off for no reason, probably because I have a sick addiction to making her hate my guts. "So help me Burnette you may be my friend but I will make sure you wake up tomorrow with a nasty shiner." My slurred words pushed his grimace to deepen on his face, done fully with my bullshit. I stumble around my living room, leisurely sipping from the glass of burning liquid.

"Maybe put down the drink Frank Sinatra and we can have a conversation like civilized adults." I point my finger accusingly, spitefully gulping back the rest and retrieving the bottle from the coffee table. I make direct eye-contact with him, grinning like an absolute lunatic while pouring myself another cup.

His hand smacks over his face with an irked sigh, turning his head at me to say 'really?' and yes. I was planning on acting like a child the rest of the night, my douche frat-boy alter ego wanted to stay put.

"Okay well then, just try to keep it down. I'm not cleaning up your puke." I held my alcohol well, maybe the genetics considering my dad's a drunk and his dad before that. My deep-rooted alcoholism was merely set in stone. If it was the last thing I'd do I wasn't gonna throw up, among others was an irrational fear of mine.

"Start from the beginning, and take a deep breath for god's sake, you look like shit." Figures, I could really use a shower. Clean my slate of sinning for the day, the long list of why I don't deserve the people around me.

I extol through my nose, looking toward the floor as I make rounds in between the couches. "Okay, Meg and I are-" I stop myself because honestly, I had zero clue. What we're we? Who fucking knows.

He raises his eyebrows at me, laying back in his seat with the unfazed wash over his expression. "Shagging? Oh, I figured. You two aren't very subtle about it." I anxiously run my hands through my hair, tucking back curls. My words stutter on my tongue, struggling to form, and with the alcohol, it seemed nearly impossible.

"It's more than that it's- complicated." I deadpan, my pacing becomes more frantic, eyes glancing through the dimly lit room. "You don't have to explain it to me H, I know." He sighs with a soft look on his face, opposed to the way he was expressed seconds ago. Rory's support was the only reason I was standing today, I remember when I had to tell him- he didn't care. My irrational hope was that Meg would see it the same way as him.