Imagine That

"I know you don't drink, but just this one time." (Harrison)

I trudge through the front door of the house, exhaustion finally kicking in.

"Hey y/n!" Harry shouts, rushing up the stairs to his room.

I walk through the rest of the house, leaving remnants of myself all over the hallway and kitchen counter. I take a seat at the island, laying my head in my arms on the counter, feeling all seven hours of my shift sink in and take over my entire body.

"How did it go?" Harrison asks me, as I hear him round the island, meeting my practically lifeless form across the way.

"She alright?" I hear Tom whisper to Harrison.

There was silence for a moment, before Tom pats me on the back and heads away from me, as the door to the den closes in the distance. I hear the fridge open and the high pitched sound of bottles clanging together filling the open air.

"I know you don't drink, but just this one time," Harrison quietly says, placing the bottle in front of me, and rubbing my back.

I look up and examine the bottle of Heineken beer and just chug it down. The burn of the alcohol going down my throat clears my senses. Yeah never again. I shake off the eerie feeling of the beverage and lay my head back down.

"You wanna talk about it?" I hear Harrison whisper to me. placing a kiss in the mess that was my curly brunette hair.

"I never want to go back to work," I mumble to him, feeling both exhaustion and the alcohol kicking in, "Also can you grab me another beer please. I would like to forget everything about today, by doing what everyone else does."

Harrison goes back to the fridge for another beer, placing it on the counter in front of me, while his bottle lays untouched.

"And what is that love?" He asks, leaning on the counter across from me.

I take a swig from the bottle, again shaking the feeling off, and looking into Harrison's ice blue eyes.

"Drowning in my sorrows with this shit," I say, holding the bottle in the air.

I finish off my second bottle and ask for a third. Harrison hands me the next bottle without question, continuing to listen to me mumble about who knows what, as I down my third bottle.

"You know," I say, taking a swig from my fourth bottle of beer, "You know I don't believe I've ever been this drunk before."

I giggle, stumbling in my seat, as I feel the effects of the alcohol do their job.

"Y-you look soooo cUTe, did you know that?" I slur, smiling in Harrison's direction, "A-and hOw coME you haven't drank any of--"

My stomach does a thousand somersaults. I rise from my seat, feeling as if my feet are firmly planted in the ground, until I fall on my tail bone, knocking the wind out of me.

"Oh shit! Love are you alright?" I faintly hear Harrison call out.

My vision begins to go blurry. I try to shake the feeling off, but nothing happens. Harrison pulls me up onto my feet, my ankles wobbling at my drunkenness.

"I think you've had enough, y/n," He tells me, lifting me up bridal style, "I'm going to bring you to bed now, okay?"

I do not know what came over me, but the child in me did not want any part of going to bed, so I begin to weakly hit Harrison's chest.

"What are you doing love?" He chuckles, putting me back down on the stool, and steadying me in case I fell over again.

"I don't wanna go to bed!" I shout, continuing to hit him, "I wanna stay here and party!"

"You can't do that remember? We have to get ready for another party we're having tomorrow," He calmly says to me.

My drunken expression morphs into excitement.

"rEaLlY?!" I loudly whisper, "Whats the party for?"

"I can't tell you unless you go to bed," Harrison tells me, pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear.

I pout at him, as he stares back at me with the same expression.

"Okay," I say, holding out my arms for him to pick me up, "Let's go!"

He chuckles and carefully lifts me up again, bridal style, and heads to his room. He struggles to open the door as I'm passed out in his arms. He brings me over to his bed, finding a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants for me to wear.

"Thank you," I mumble, as I'm in and out of consciousness, the last of my alcoholic energy dying down.

Harrison smiles, getting into bed with me, and snuggling up against my sleeping form.

"You're welcome love," he whispers in my ear, as sleep takes over him.