➴ estella
"And I'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming out to this event and donating money to the Macmillan charity. Cheers!" The host said, lifting up his cup of champagne.
"Cheers!" We all replied. I took of a sip of my wine, chugging down the alcohol.
We all went back to our conversations, having shrimp in cocktail glasses and popping bottles of champagne as if it were soda bottles.
Harry and I shared a chocolate mousse which topped off our evening. He talked to Liam while I conversed with Perrie, getting to know each other.
"What time do you want me to pick you up?" She asked me, saving my number into her phone.
"Uh, it doesn't really matter. Whenever you want, it's all up to you," I replied, saving her number as well.
She nodded and locked her phone putting it away in her clutch. Pushing her chair, she bent down to kiss my cheek. "I'll pick you up at one and we'll be off to hit the stores," she said. "See you in a couple of days," she kissed my other cheek and then said goodbye to others.
I then was brought back into Harrys world, a question catching my attention.
"What type are you?" He asked, sipping his drink.
"Excuse me?" I laughed and stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "Are you pissed?" I asked and took his glass, sniffing it.
"I am not snockered, Estella," he laughed. "I'm one hundred percent sober.
"Alright. So now explain to me what you meant by 'type'?" I smirked. Harry was definitely pissed, I knew how he acted when he was.
He laughed and dug his face in my neck. "You're right," he giggled. "I am snockered."
I laughed and shook my head, placing his cup down. It was a quarter to twelve by now, and honestly I was extremely tired. I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep away with Harry by my side. I looked at Morgan who was already watching me.
She mouthed, "You're leaving?" I nodded, standing up from my seat. Morgan and Niall had to come with us, unless they were going to leave with one of the other boys. Morgan then stood up, whispering something in Nialls ear. He was obviously a bit drunk as well, he laughed and slammed his glass against the table.
"Alright guys, I think it's about time I leave with my beautiful girlfriend," he said. My eyes widened at the announcement. Morgan began to blush, causing me to smile. I didn't even know they were an item. I eyed them. It was probably Niall just drunk talking.
"Harry, come on we're leaving." I said, helping him get up. The whole table began to look at us.
"Um," I scratched my neck. "It was lovely meeting you all," I looked at the group of people whom I just meant, "And lovely dining with you," I said looking at the boys along with their dates.
Harry then wrapped his arm around my waist tightly, pulling me along with him.
"Thank you for the dinner," he slurred. "You're all beautiful!" He yelled, catching everyone's attention. My mouth fell ajar, heat rising to my cheeks. Morgan stared at me from her spot with Niall by her side.
"What Harry said!" Niall yelled as well. It was Morgans turn to blush.
I shook my head with a wide smile on my face. I wrapped an arm around his waist to balance our weight on each other. Morgan lead the way out, along with security trailing behind us. I reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out his car keys. Throwing them over to Morgan, I shuffled to the back seat to place Harry.
Practically shoving him in, he giggled as he fell against the seats. I shook my head and used all the force I had to adjust his body and placing his seat belt. Morgan grunted as she fought with Niall to get in the car. Shutting the door, I hopped in the passengers seat and waited for her to come to the front. The door soon open, and finally we were back on the road.
"Why are they pissed?" I sighed.
"Well, Niall doesn't usually drink a lot. He only drinks at events and I guess he got carried away, but I didn't know it'd go to the extent of yelling out loud," she chuckled.
I shook my head, "Harry doesn't drink at all. He'll have a glass at events as well but he doesn't drink more than one. Something has to be wrong." I looked to the backseat to find Harry sleeping and Niall pressing his face against the window.
"How are you going to drive yourselves home?" She asked.
I opened my clutch, pulling out my permit. "I can drive with an adult. The bobbies don't need to know that the adult I'm driving with is Harry Styles and drunk," I laughed.
After twenty minutes of driving, we finally arrived at Morgans flat. All the lights were off, so I knew her parents were asleep. She has her own flat back in London, but that drive from here to there would take a while. She scrambled out of the car and helped Niall out.
"See you another time, Morgan. Don't forget to give him pills in the morning and water before sleeping."
She nodded and then they both descended into her house. I sighed, pulling out my permit in case I was pulled over, - hopefully not. Harry was an adult, but he was twenty, not twenty-one.
Nervously, I took a short cut to get to my house. I saw a car the belonged to a cop, but there was no cop in the vehicle. I sighed in relief and continued to drive.
All the possibilities as to why Harry drank a lot came in mind, but none made sense. We didn't break up, we didn't argue. As far as I know, nothing big happened to Harry. I know that Anne and Gemma are fine along with everything else. Nothing added up, it was just this big mess of confusion.
We soon came home parking in front of my house. The car soon roared to sleep, shoving the keys in my clutch. Quickly getting out, I opened the door to reveal the sleepy Harry. Gently shaking him I watched as his lose curls flopped around.
"Harry," I cooed, "Come on, time to wake up." He stirred in the seat, his eyes peeling open. "Come on," I said taking his hand. He stumbled out of the car shutting it close with his body. He leaned against the door with me in his arms. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, just let me hold you for a bit." He whispered. I was even more confused but I allowed him to hold me. It would've been better if his breathe didn't reek of alcohol, but I didn't mind. It was now dark, no sight of the sun. The stars weren't exactly out, so it wasn't like one of those romantic movies. Either way, I was able to find some comfort.
A gust of wind blew causing goosebumps to rise. My teeth chattered against each other causing me to wrap my arms tighter
"Harry it's getting cold now. Lets go inside." I untangled myself from his arms and began to lead the way inside. He stumbled here and there but we finally made it inside and away from the cold. Kicking off my shoes and cardigan, I helped Harry out of his shoes and blazer, tucking out his shirt. Leading him up the stairs, he began to mumble things.
Slowly opening my door in attempt to not wake up my parents we both staggered in. Harry immediately took a seat on my bed while I searched for a pair of shorts and a random tee. Falling upon Harrys shirts, I snatched two of them and threw one at him.
"Ow!" He whispered along with a giggle. I rolled my eyes and carefully slipping off the dress. Placing it back in the plastic Poppy brought, I zipped it closed and placed it in my closet. I stepped into my shorts and threw Harrys shirt over my head.
Harry had stripped off his clothing already, now only wearing his shirt.
"You want your joggers?" I asked opening my closet again. He nodded. I reached for his sweats and placed it in his lap. The floor was scattered with articles of fancy clothing.
Crawling into bed I adjusted the pillows and threw the blanket over me. Harry soon joined me, his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me close against his body. His head soon nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his breathe tickling my skin.
He began to speak again but the only thing I could hear was him mumbling garbage.
"What? I asked. He lifted up his head,
"Howwouldyou feel if i, donatedmy bloodmarrow?" He slurred, words connecting with each other. My eyes widened, heart picking up its pace. He was the donor. He was the one attempting to donate.
"Harry, you don't have to. Please, don't even try. You've done enough. Lets talk about this tomorrow."
"Mkaay.." He said, half way asleep. "G'night babe."
A moment of silence passed, a moment of thoughts. I honestly didn't want him trying to donate, spending time on figuring out if his blood was a perfect match for mine. Spending time on trying to make me cancer free. I appreciated it, trust me. I felt excited and happy and loved to know that he would do something as great as that for me.
Soon the darkness began to engulf me as well, taking me away to a world full of hopeless dreams and wishes. A world where faulty hope existed, only to be awoken and disappointed to a world where nothing went right.
But it only goes right if you're with the right people. And one of those people was Harry.
➴ ➴ ➴
"Come on, let me buy if for you," Harry said as he eyed the beautiful Pandora bracelet. He chose charms to go on them, a book, an e, an H, numbers that were specifically chosen to point out the day we met, a pencil, a heart, and a candy floss charm. The day he took me to the boardwalk.
"No, Harry. Every charm is like thirty pounds. You're wasting about four hundred pounds for a bracelet and like, eleven charms. No Harry," I said sternly, tugging on his hand. He didn't budge, he continued to admire the selective charms, picking a couple up and placing them to the side.
"Fine. Let me just get you the band, e, h, and heart charm. Please." He pleaded. Harry began to pull a puppy face, puffing out his cheeks and widening his emerald eyes. He absolutely looked adorable and beautiful, all in one. I looked away, my eyes flickering back to the charms and bracelet. He caught me staring, picking up the silver band and placing the charms on.
He took my hand and wrapped it around, "See. It fits perfectly, please Estella Rose."
The cashier began to laugh, placing the charms Harry didn't want back on the shelf.
"Darling, the boy is nearly weeing his pants, just let him buy it. If I were you I'd allow him to buy me something from Louis Vitton or Prada. There's more where that came from," she pointed towards his credit card which was already prepared to swipe.
I sighed and shook my head. "Instead of buying me this bracelet you should buy yourself jeans. You have like, two pairs."
"What?" The cashier said. "Honey, you are a saint. Two pairs of jeans and you have so much money? No, no. Buy this bracelet and let your girl swipe that credit card and purchase every cute pair of jeans that will show off those legs," she said pointing to his long legs. I glanced at her and moved in front of him, covering his groin and legs.
Harry wrapped his arms from behind, squishing his face against mine. "Come on Stel! I love it and it'll look amazing on you!"
Giving into his pleads, he grinned widely and immediately swiped the card. The cashier smiled as well, pulling out a bag and stacking all four empty boxes in it and passing the bag to Harry.
"Whenever you want to take it off or just take out some charms, put the charms in the appropriate boxes and the band in its box. Thank you for your purchases and enjoy jean shopping!"
We laughed walking back into the centre. Stores surrounded us as well as paparazzi's.
"Thank you, Estella." Harry said.
"What? Shouldn't I be saying that?" I laughed. He shook his head, stopping us. Grabbing my hands he held it up to his face.
"For letting my buy it for you, as well as being in my life." He pulled my hands to his sides pulling me in for a hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around me. I repeated the action feeling the warmth radiating off his body.
"Thank you for buying it for me and being in my life," I rephrased. He kissed the top of my head and then we soon parted, hands intertwined.
Harry allowed me to buy him two pairs of jeans and a flannel. He bought a new pair of white converse since his others were now officially done.
"They fought through the pain," he said.
I scoffed playfully rolling my eyes. "Yeah, the stench of your smelly feet."
He gasped as his hand flew up to cover his mouth. "Excuse me, I at least do something about it. You have never washed those Vans your mum got you." I laughed knowing it was true. My feet were terrible, sweating like crazy causing my shoes to smell horrible and disgusting. But I don't mind, not like I'm a perfect human being.
We got back in his car, driving to the beach house he was at. The thoughts of what he had blurted last night came back. I was tempted to ask if what he said had a reason behind it, but he was drunk. Maybe he wanted it to be a secret.
"Estella," he said as we were a block away from the flat.
"Yeah?" I said. My heart raced. Will the truth be told right now?
"I need to tell you something."