Reese Puffs cereal is awesome :D Just saying
Anyone think of a word they want me to put in the next chapter- literally any random word they feel like- I'll make it happen :P
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_Harry_
I had some shit I had to sort out with Loubear- and that was gunna happen- right. Now.
I saw him come from down the hall, Anna in tow. It looked like her eyes were all teary eyed- I glared at Louis, suddenly very pissed off at him.
"Ya made ma bes' friend cry!? You ASS'OLE!" I yelled, horrified. I thought Louis was a good guy! I thought I could trust him with her! What had he done!? I tackled him to the ground, trying to kick his ass, which wasn't working since my motor functions seemed a tad off. Louis easily grabbed my arms and threw me off him, and I got up fast as a ninja (I felt like I had anyways).
"What the hell Hazza!? Sh-" Louis began, but I got him off.
"S'not ma name!! You can't call me that anymore! Ya hur' ma bes' friend, I won' let ma bes'-friend-hurter give me pet names!" I rambled on. Both of them looked at me like I was mental, before Anna came over and gave me a hug.
"I'm so glad you're back." she said quietly. Then, she pulled away and smacked me on the back of the head. I thought about it a moment, and decided that that had actually hurt. "Don't ever do that to me again!" She glared. I nodded quickly- she could be scary as much as she could be cute.
"And Lou didn't make me cry you nimrod. I had, uh...a-"
"Branch!" Louis chimed in. Anna looked back at him.
"Yea...I had a branch in my eye." She said sarcastically. I looked at her a moment and then screamed, ripping out my phone.
"Harry what are you doing!?" Anna asked me. Wasn't that OBVIOUS?!
"YOU HAVE A BRANCH IN YOUR EYE! That's serious Anna! I'm calling for help! Besides, if that happened that means a tree must have fallen through the window back there- anyone know a good repairman? Simon should know too-" Suddenly my phone was ripped out of my hands and someone had picked me up.
"Take him upstairs and clean h-" I heard Anna call from somewhere that seemed so far away. Oh no...was she dying!?
"Already on it!" I heard Louis shout back, laughing a little. What was so funny! Anna! I started kicking and punching, trying to go save her. Why didn't he care! Her eyesight could be damaged, what if the branch went and stabbed into her brain!?
I was going to be sick.
_Louis_
"Hazza, calm down, Anna is fine- we fixed the problem a while ago." I said, looking down at the guy who was fighting so hard to get out of my arms he looked like he was having a seizure. You couldn't say he was a bad friend- even drunk he was trying to be there to help. Speaking of...
"How did you get in this state man?" I asked, stupefied- I didn't realize he had had any money- or some magic ID that allowed Harry Styles to drink underage.
"Went to a bar and...Flack was there- hooked me up." He said, looking down at the stairs I was dragging him up. I felt a twinge of sadness- he had been with Flack again? We almost tripped up the last stair. Could he at least try and help me out here? The guy was heavy! Suddenly he looked up at me, his green eyes all big and drunk looking. "So, Anna, she's-"
"Fine Harry. The only one who needs some help right now is you." I said, only half joking. I brought him into the bathroom and sat him on the counter, moving Cher and Zayn's hair products out of the way- they both seriously had enough to start up their own shop if the singing thing didn't work out.
I grabbed a face cloth from the cupboard and then went back to Harry. I took his shirt, shoes, socks, and trousers off, leaving him with only his boxers. He made a move to pull those off too, but I made sure to make it very clear that tonight wasn't a good night for him to be getting all "free".
"But I'm more comfortable with 'em off..." He said as I wet the cloth and tried to clean him up a bit. I handed him a toothbrush so he could get the stench of alcohol off of his breath- that was rank.
"Yeah, well I'm not." I countered- after everything, I don't think that was a good idea. Harry looked up at me, staring at my face. I thought of returning his gaze, but honestly was too scared.
"Oh...is it 'cuz you know 'm gay?" He said miserably. "'m sorry. I know you hate me now. I know everyone does. I've ruined everything, I'm so sorry." He said, sounding like he was going to cry. Sure enough, a moment later there was a warm tear on my arm. I looked down at his face, suddenly unable to help it. He spit out the toothpaste and rinsed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Okay- ew. I wasn't cleaning him just for the drunk to go and do that.
I know he said he didn't like me, and I know that when he is sober, this will probably piss him off, but I had to help the poor lad out. I felt so horrible, and I couldn't bear to see him so down on himself. None of this was his fault! If anything, it was mine!
"Hazz, you haven't ruined anything," I said, giving him a big hug. I helped him out of the bathroom and into his bed as he stumbled around and cried. "And no one hates you now- and never will. You're too awesome to hate- even I haven't managed to!" I said, smiling. It was dark, but I know he could see my face. He stopped crying, and I wiped the tears off his adorable cheeks, suddenly wishing that our feelings were mutual. My feelings...how did i say I felt about him again?
"And, you cheeky monkey, It would be uncomfortable for anyone to be naked randomly, not just you." I explained to him. He nodded miserably, his curly hair everywhere. It was literally sticking up every which way- it was quite comical really, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked curiously. I ruffled his hair.
"The mess you've got going on atop your head mate." I chuckled.
I stopped almost instantly, because he started balling again, throwing his hands over his hair, rolling around like an idiot. I tried to calm him down, stopping him from moving and potentially falling off the bed.
"Harry Harry! I was kidding mate! Its super handsome right now!" I said reassuringly. It was honestly a mess yeah, but the cutest mess I had ever seen. I loved him just then, I couldn't help it- he was so damn adorable.
Ugh, God, did I just admit that? Damn, I need to work on this.
"Nooooo!" He moaned. "'S horrid! An' 's not fair!" I couldn't help but laughing.
"Why's that?" He slammed his hands down at his side, trying to stop crying.
"Be-because yours is always p-p-perfect!" I smiled down at him, wiping away his tears again.
"There's no such thing as perfect." I smiled reassuringly.
"Well you are..." He pouted, throwing himself on his stomach. I couldn't even say anything after that. He thought...he thought I was perfect? I didn't know how I felt about that.
It was really sweet, and I loved the thought that he had made me out to be perfect. It made my heart swell to think that, since he usually told me I was a useless idiot. But, at the same time, it made me sad, because I know just how imperfect I was. I figured Harry had spent a long enough time with me to see how childish, hyper, and annoying I was, but I guess I needed to give it a couple more weeks.
"I wish I was good enough for ya..." I heard myself whisper, just realizing I had been patting his back gently.
"Diddo..." Harry groaned his face still in the pillow. I froze, surprised that he was still lucid. I guess I should have realized he wasn't sleeping, since his snores usually shook the whole room, but...
What had he meant? Was he too drunk to even form proper sentences or..? I decided it was easier to just not think about this one, and slid off the bed. When I reached the door, I heard Harry utter some gibberish with my name in it, so I stopped and looked back.
"What's that Hazza?"I asked.
"Ghdndm....somefinnn...gunna tellyaa...tummorr'." He managed to get out. He had to tell me something tomorrow? Is that right? Oh well, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to be telling me anything that I really wanted to hear. He was probably just going to apologize again, and explain how he was sorry for kissing me...something I really wasn't looking forward to. I hadn't been sorry...
"Sleep off the hangover- we have a big show tomorrow mate." I called over to him.
"Yea...th' bunniezin ma closet..."
What a light weight.
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Sorry It's so short!! Its just a filler- I didn't wanna have a conversation with Harry being all drunk, for reasons being that I just remembered. Next chapter I swear something will be said! (oh...spoiler a lil' bit I guess aha)