"Well, miss Daniels, you will never know" he winks as he takes a gulp of his drink too and then speaks again once he's swallowed his mouthful "I do like to see a drunk Kate though"

"Oh really, how so?"

"She's fun, she's not scared, she doesn't care what people think of her, she is simply just herself" he smiles.

"Aren't I myself any other time?" I question.

"Of course, but you know what I mean" he shrugs.

"I really don't, please enlighten me Haz" i grin.

"I mean like when your drunk you just let go and aren't scared of your feelings or expressing them the way you really want to which when your sober, your scared of expressing them" he explains.

"Do you really think so?" I question. It makes sense though, I mean every time I try to express my feelings when I'm sober, it's really hard for me to do.

"Yeah, I mean everyone expresses there feelings in a different way, anyway tell me how your feeling right now" he quickly says.

I look at him confused but reply anyway "well.. I'm feeling like I've fucked up but at the same time.. I'm also grateful" I smile a little and then I take another huge gulp.

"What you feeling them for?"He asks.

"Well I feel fucked ip because I've messed everything up with my family and everyone's left me and ugh I just feel like I've fucked up somewhere for them all to leave me" I sigh and take another huge gulp until I've emptied my glass. I reach out for the bottles on the table and pour myself another needed drink.

"You haven't fucked up Kate, it's just a part of life, and I don't know who's left you apart from loved ones passing away" he pauses, knowing about my mother "but even so your a pretty freaking amazing girl so I'll be sticking around" he smiles.

"Thanks" I smile a little at his cute comment.

"No worries, now tell me why you feel grateful" he urges to know.

"I'm grateful because right now I'm sitting here feeling like I've done everything wrong in the world when I've hardly done anything and your here supporting me and I'm just grateful to have found a friend like you Harry" I almost whisper.

Harry grins widely and wraps his arm around me and kisses my head lightly "no worries, I'm here for you"

We both sit on the couch for a few minutes just thinking and drinking away until Harry's phone rings loudly as he gets up and walks to the other side of the room to answer the call. I pick my phone up and look at the time; 9:15pm, I honestly thought it was earlier than that.

"Look I don't know! I'm busy right now I need to go" Harry whines.

"Fine whatever" he says as he walks back into the room after a minute and sits down next to me again.

"Who was that?" I question as he sits down next to me.

"No one important" he shrugs.

Well okay then.

He grabs the remote, puts music on and pours us both another drink as our newly refilled ones are nearly gone. We've had the alcohol out for about half an hour already and the whole bottle is nearly gone as we are both on our second glass but we have our third glass at the ready.

"Let me just go and get a new bottle" Harry informs me before he stands from the couch and walks into the kitchen as I hear more glasses clanging.

I open my phone again and go to text Liam but realise that it maybe isn't a good idea.

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