you are my moonlight
fresh out of one direction and writing his debut album, harry styles meets mystery girl sydney lewis
tw: themes of alcoholism and minor drug use
After my awful lunch with my mother, I took a cab to the only place I thought could fix my problems.
A bar
My driver dropped me at a random Irish bar near Times Square, where I proceeded to drink through the afternoon. I tried to drown out my sorrows with beer.
I made friends with a group of Irish men, who all reminded me of Niall. They had a high tolerance to alcohol like myself, so we ordered rounds upon rounds.
By 5pm I was plastered, and had gotten the barmaid to text all my friends to tell them we were going out tonight. They had all replied slowly through the afternoon, and I celebrated with more drinks.
Harry said he'd meet me at the club we were going to, as him and Mitch were having an early dinner.
I continued to drink until 6pm, when I got another taxi back to my apartment. There, I decided to try and sober up so I could function later on.
I had a cold shower, drank a litre of water and ordered Dominos.
Honestly I have no idea how I do it. I was able to get changed, and call Bella without tripping over or her thinking I was drunk.
My outfit for tonight was a silky rose gold slip dress, that I paired with a blazer and black heals.
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By 9pm, I could see straight and talk without a faint slur so I called a driver to take me to the club.
Everything that had happened already today was fading into a blur, and all I could think about was having my next drink.
When my ride pulled up, I dived in and began a drive straight to the club a few blocks over. Once I pulled up, I quickly thanked the driver and opened up my door into a sea of photographers.
My head pounded as the flashes surrounded me, and they hounded me with questions about today. I wondered how many headlines my lunch had caused already.
My heals splashed into some puddles from earlier, and I grabbed onto someone that was guiding me through into the club.
As I entered, I was instantly greeted with a waitress who passed me a glass of champagne. I was at Marquee, one of my favourite clubs to go to in the city.
