kardashian | h.s.

temporary fix

harry takes me to the dance floor and we dance around for a little bit. "how many of those have you had?" he motions towards my champagne as i down what must be my sixth (i think?) glass or so. i shrug as i swallow the alcohol. "six, maybe?" his eyes double in size for a moment before going back to normal. "yeah, that's enough alcohol for you for one night, love." i roll my eyes at him and keep dancing. "kaia!" i turn to see who called for me and see kim. "excuse me for a second?" i ask harry quickly and he nods, mumbling a "go ahead." i stand on my toes and kiss him on the cheek before walking to my sister, slightly stumbling as i do. i hear harry chucking from behind me and i flip him off with my right hand as kim grabs my left.

"have you been drinking?" she asks me, leaning into me so i can hear her better. shit. i sheepishly nod my head, mentally preparing to be scolded. "aw, finally! come on, come take shots with me!" she drags me towards the bar. i'm stunned into silence. kim is usually the responsible one so i was definitely not expecting her to condone this but hey, i'm not complaining.

kim orders six shots of something, i can't hear what, though. "three for you, three for me." she tells me as the bartender hands us six small glasses of clear liquid. "cheers!" kim holds a glass up and i tap it with mine before we both swallow the burning liquid. i grimace at the taste but slam the glass down and grab the next, repeating my previous actions, without the cheers this time. by the time kim and i are finished, she's had five shots and i've had seven. "i'm gonna go dance!" i drunkenly mumble as she cheers, "yes! go, kaia!"

i say hello to kendall as i walk past her. she's dancing with her boyfriend, louis. before we ever met one direction, kendall called dibs on louis, and i called dibs on harry. now she's dating louis, and i'm harry's best friend. they both wave at me as i keep walking.

when i get to the dance floor, i dance by myself for a little bit before getting super bored, wanting a dance partner. so i walk around for a few minutes before finding harry. "haz! come- come dance with me." i stumble over my words, not noticing that i'm interrupting his conversation with a group of guys. he lightheartedly laughs as he excuses himself from the boys and follows me to go dance.

i don't remember much of the night from then on. i remember dancing with harry, kendall, cara, gigi at some point, and i remember drinking another shot or two before harry confiscated one of them and told me i wasn't allowed to have any more alcohol. i remember excusing myself to go to the bathroom to throw up once or twice and harry waiting right outside for me when i did. however, i don't remember anything that i said to anyone or how/when i left the club, or anything that happened from then on for the rest of the night.