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❀ Sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ Pʀᴇᴛᴛʏ Bᴏʏ | Pᴛ 1 • Mɪɴɪsʜᴀᴡ ❀

Strolling in, I placed my bag to the side and rummaged through it to find my drinks. I pulled them out and went into the kitchen, placing them onto the main table. As I was doing so, Josh walked in with a friendly smile on his face.
"Harry ! I didn't know you had your ears pierced ? When did you get them done ?" He asked, taking a glass from the cabinet and walking over to where the drinks were stationed. Josh came close to the side of my face, inspecting the new additions in my ears. "Uh..." The breath got caught in my throat, making my voice crack slightly. "I-I've actually had them pierced since I was about 15.." My hand  located a drink, it was a can of some purple and black drink... Strongbow. I opened it, turning to face Josh. "You have ..? How come you've never worn any around us ? Besides, they really suit you. They're classic Harry blue after all !" The older man winked and gave a friendly smile down at me.
I just smiled as well, letting go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Thank you Josh... It means a lot, even if they're just small things.." I felt much better, Josh was the "Dad" of the group and is seen as the most responsible, despite sometimes being the most immature. He gave me a warm look and without realising, I had finished my can so I decided to then start on the bottle of Smirnoff I had brought. I walked into the main room with Josh, smiling at the others.

——Time Skip——

It was now about 8:14pm, all the lads had said that I actually suited the earrings, saying I should wear them more often. I was practically glowing after that, I didn't feel like I had to hide them anymore.

I found myself in the back garden on my own, sat on the chairs we had out the back, it was accompanied by a black table with glass as the actual table bit itself. I was... pretty drunk-ish to say the least. I hadn't had anything to eat today really, only breakfast at about 11:00am. So that resulted in me getting more drunk and a lot quicker than I had planned, but oh well. Just more fun innit ? I was in the middle of a drunken daydream when out of nowhere, Simon appeared next to me. I jumped a little, attention switching from my mind to the lanky boy sat next to me. Simon saw this and just giggled, he was tipsy but definitely not as drunk as me. "Scared you there Harry ?" He smirked, looking me up and down. I just gave a playful glare back, before trying to speak. "N-Nooo-! I was just... I doon't know–" The words slurred together, I sighed, admitting defeat. Simon just laughed, giving me some weird look. "Damn Boggo, you're pretty wasted !" He giggled, watching me neck the rest of my Vodka. It stung the back of my throat, my face twisted into disgust for a split second before going right back to smiling up at Simon. "C'mon Harold, we should go back inside. It cold out here." He stood up, placing his hand out for me to take. "I—I'm indEEpendant- I can walk to the fuUckingg house on my oOown–!" I stuttered, standing up hastily.

Bad idea Harry. Awful idea.

The second I stood up, everything started spinning and I felt light headed. I tried to place a hand on the table to steady me, but was surprised when an arm wrapped around my waist to hold me upright. "Sure Harry, clearly sober enough to be independent" His voice sounded cocky, but his smile was bright and wide. My face flushed pink, probably the result of the alcohol.. I hope. "Sh-Shhhut up MintEr–" the e ended up as a voice crack... fucksake. Simon just laughed, that weird giggle he does. I have always found that... cute ?? I pushed that thought out my mind, trying to walk to the house with Simon's help. His arm was firmly grasped round my waist, but not tight enough to hurt me. Can't feel it anyways with how drunk I am. His other arm was held just in front of me, there to catch me if I fell. We reached the room where everybody was, we had now relocated into the kitchen. The music wasn't as loud as before and everyone was just stood talking and drinking. Out of nowhere, Simon hoisted me up and sat me on the counter. As one of the shortest Sidemen and the youngest out of all the boys, I got treated like the baby brother. I didn't mind it in all honesty, it felt nice. They're really like my second family, makes me miss my actual family back in Guernsey less. My hands were placed between my legs, which were swinging back and forth in a childlike manner. Simon eventually came back over, a glass of water in hand. "Drink." He motioned for me to take the glass. I just pouted and turned away, I didn't wanna get sober ! Not yet anyways. Simon rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "Harry.." he began softly "You'll feel better if you drink some water" I felt the sudden cold of the glass pushed up against my face, causing me to shiver. We had a stare down for a few seconds, before I finally gave in. Sighing, I drank some of the water. Just for Simon. He smiled softly, watching me drink some of the contents of the glass. I'd drank about half, before placing it on the counter. "D-Done." I hiccuped, looking back at Simon. "You haa-ppy now Minter ? ..Dangly cunt.." I asked, that last bit under my breath. I stuck my tongue out at the blonde who just responded to me by smirking and ruffling my hair, then deciding that he would let me down off the counter. I felt less dizzy, I could walk much easier now. Okay maybe that lanky blond was right.