"I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily, I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make."
"No. Absolutely not." I stated, staring at my band mates who had just informed me of their plan.
"No, hear us out.." Liam soothed. "We start the Asian tour in two weeks. We'll go to Australia before hand and say it's for publicity. PR can set up heaps of stuff for us."
"And what am I gonna do? Just turn up at her house? I don't even know where she lives."
"That's the easy part, we can look it up. This is fool proof." Niall said, proud of their planning.
"You're all fucked," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, "She doesn't even want to see me. She'll probably punch me in the face if she sees me standing at her front door."
"Yeah well, maybe it'll knock some fucking sense into you!" Louis shouted at me, "I haven't seen you this wound up over a bird since Caroline. Go and man the fuck up and do something about it."
I narrowed my eyes at him, he'd always been the one to convince me to do stupid shit.
"I don't know.." I sighed, leaning my head back against the chair and closing my eyes, "She doesn't even like me in that way. It could just makes things worse.."
"So what? You keep her as your friend and work your Styles magic on her until she falls in love." I turned to look at my blonde friend who had a ridiculous smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes at him and he scrunched up his nose.
"For once in your life, just do what we tell you do to.." Liam pleaded.
"FUCK, FINE!" I yelled at them, earning a triumphant smile from the group, "But if this fucks up I swear to god I will never speak to any of you again."
"Great." Louis said, "our flight leaves on Thursday."
"What? That's in two days."
"Yeah we know," Niall cut in. "We already got everything sorted. We knew you'd say yes."
"I fucking hate you all." I said, a smile taking over my face as they laughed. I turned to my mum who was smiling sympathetically. She gave me a light nod and I returned it.
"Right! Now," Niall said, reaching into his backpack. "Let's get drunk." He pulled out two six packs of beer and Louis cheered.
We spent all afternoon drinking and talking, and by the time night fell we were all well and truly wasted. We built a fire in the paddock behind my house, pulling up camping chairs and sitting around it.
"Remember the first time we did this?" Liam questioned, lighting a cigarette off a bit of burning wood from the fire, "Before X-factor live shows. We were so naive back then." He handed the cigarette to Louis, lighting another for himself. I watched them as I drank the last bit of my beer in one gulp.
"Never thought we'd end up here." Louis joked, leaning back and inhaling the smoke from his cigarette.
"Yeah, considering how shit your audition was." Niall snorted, an eruption of laughter coming from the group.
"Get fucked!" Louis yelled, throwing his empty beer bottle in Niall's direction. Niall grabbed his chest in hysterical laughter, attempting to calm himself down as Liam shuffled so he was sitting at the edge of his chair;
"Almost as bad as H fucking up the chorus of what makes you beautiful on 'Red or Black' ay." Niall and Louis threw themselves into fits of laughter again. I feigned a heart attack before flipping Liam off. We spent the rest of the night just fucking around, ripping into each other about the stupid shit we'd done in the past.
When midnight rolled around Louis had gone inside to sleep and Niall was passed out on the chair. Leaving Liam and I to sit, watching the fire slowly fizzle out. We didn't need to say anything, the silence was comfortable.
"Do you love her?" Liam asked out of the blue.
"Nah," I responded, "I could though. She's something else, I'll tell you that.."
"I'm sorry about what happened between us. If I hadn't done it none of this would have happened." His eyes were sincere and I felt a pang of guilt.
"Don't apologize, I whispered. "You didn't do anything wrong."
He smiled slightly at me and I reciprocated it.
"Alright, I'm going to bed. Better try get this fucker upstairs," he motioned towards the unconscious Irish boy. "I'll see you in the morning, Lou will drive us back to London." I nodded at him as I watched him wake Niall, slinging an arm around him and carrying him into the house. I sat alone for a while, before I decided I'd better head inside and get some sleep. I can't believe I was going to fly half way around the world to try and get a girl who I was certain would reject me. The things we fucking do for the people we care about.
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Drunk; A Harry Styles Fan FictionFanfiction
"Who are you?" "I'm Izi." "Why are you here?" "Because. Do you need help?" "I don't need anyone's fucking help." ~~ WARNING: Strong language, sex, drug use. NSFW, MA15+