Chapter 09:
DRUNK & CONFESSION
"At least I warned you not to come with us." Harry Styles rolled his eyes before tightening the black leather jacket wrapped around his body and ducked into the car of his co-actor, Ansel Elgort, who invited him to go to a nightclub.
After all, it had been a long time since Harry had gone to a club to have fun. He was spending his days at the hotel, which was very torturous and he felt like he was going to die of boredom.
Ansel sat on the steering wheel and wore his seat belt quickly. "I wanted to invite Rupert, but his girlfriend came this morning and Rupert couldn't do much. You and I are lucky to be single and free."
Shortly thereafter, Ansel started the car and drove his Range Rover to where they were both headed. A place called Nash's Night Club.
The car ride wasn't too long. In less than half an hour, they arrived at their destination. Ansel drove his car around the parking lot, looking for an empty slot for his car and in the meantime, Harry could only squint hoping that his eyesight was correct and he wasn't imagining things.
A white SUV was parked not far from where Ansel had parked. And car is very similar to. . . the car owned by doctor Swift.
Harry shook his head as he opened the door to Ansel's car and walked out, along with Ansel, although occasionally he glanced at the white SUV.
"Are you interested in the SUV?" Ansel asked once he realized where Harry kept gazing at. Harry turned to his fellow co-actor before shaking his head and smiled doubtfully.
"No, it's just. . . the car is similar to one of my friend's car."
Ansel, who is a bit taller than Harry, wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders, saying, "You might just be overthinking about it. You that SUVs are everywhere nowadays."
Again, Harry could only nod. Both of them showed their identity cards to the buff-looking bouncers, who were at the entrance of the club and opened the door for them opened boisterous music and cheers were heard.
Ansel smiled broadly. "Woah, I'm finally back in heaven." Ansel pulled his arm away from Harry's shoulder before walking towards the bar, Harry followed the young man behind.
"Two bottles of whiskey please." Ansel immediately said to the bartender as he and Harry sat on the stools there.
The music that was played by a DJ is really loud. Ansel continued to bob his head and sway legs, following the music while Harry just sat quietly waiting for his order to arrive.
"I don't want to get too drunk, but I need some refreshment." Ansel looked around before grinning when he found a group of girls on one of the couches, chatting without a single man.
"Here are your two bottles of whiskeys." The waiter brought a tray containing two bottles of whiskey and two small glasses to Ansel and Harry.
Ansel reached for his bottle and glass with a big smile before saying to Harry, "Do you want to join me to chat with them?"
Ansel pointed at the crowd of the girls with his chin, making Harry look away while chuckling.
"No, I'm not dating a high school girl." Harry reached for the bottle and poured the drink into his small glass.
"Don't judge someone by their appearance, Harry. Yes, they do look very young, but who knows, maybe they're far more experienced than you." Ansel rose from his chair carrying his bottle and his glass filled with whiskey.
"Are you sure you really don't want to come?"
Harry shook his head. "I can't bear them. You go there without me, I'll be waiting for you here until you're finished." Ansel nodded before turning and smiled broadly.
The young man stepped into the crowd and Harry's eyes continued to follow where Ansel's foot stepped until a voice made Harry turn his attention.
"Miss, you are very drunk. You have finished three bottles of soju. We cannot add you another drink if you came here alone. Who's going to take you home?"
Harry's eyes caught a female servant who appeared to be talking to a blonde girl who seemed to resuscitate her head on the bar table. They were just a few empty stools away from each other.
"I have money. Just give me a bottle of soju again." Harry silently heard the girl's voice which was almost inaudible because of the loud music playing in the background.
"Didn't you heard me? I want more soju!" Harry was astonished as she raised her head and slammed her hand on the bar, hard enough that made several people turn their heads to look at her. The waiter was no less surprised, she was still staring at the girl.
"B- But. . . "
Suddenly the girl stood up and actually hit the table even harder. "Are you deaf?! I said I want more soju!" She shouted loudly and Harry realized who the very good looking girl was.
"If you don't give me soju I'll tell your manag-" The girl's words stopped when a hand touched her shoulder and said casually to the bartender, "Give her one more bottle of soju. I'll take her home."
The waiter gasped to find Harry Styles touching the girl's shoulder and trying to calm the girl before the two sat down, side by side.
"Hey, I said I ordered a bottle of soju for this girl." Harry repeated when the bartender could only stare and stay silent, looking at the scene before her with astonished eyes.
The waiter finally nodded and immediately did her work. Harry folded his hands on the table before turning to the girl beside him. The girl also looked at him, closely and questioningly.
"So, this is what you do during your day offs, doctor Swift?" Harry asked and for some reason a stupid smile appeared again on his lips when he saw this doctor. Yes, this drunk girl is one hundred percent sure to be doctor Swift.
She rolled her eyes. "Taylor, my name is Taylor when I'm not at work." Again, Taylor looked at Harry as he folded his arms on the table.
Harry tried to hold back laughter when he heard Taylor's voice, even though his heart sank when he realized her eyes looked a bit swollen. It looked glazed and slightly reddened. Her blue eyes doesn't look bright as usual anymore.
The young man pulled his chair closer to Taylor before leaning his chin on his hand as he asked, "Are you okay, Taylor?" This was the first time Harry had called Doctor Swift by her first name.
Taylor sighed and at the same time her order arrived. Without answering Harry's question first, Taylor immediately took a sip from the bottle of soju without even needing to pour it in a glass. Harry looked at the girl, feeling a little sorry. Harry knows that Taylor isn't the type of girl who is used to getting drunk.
"He's getting married in a week." Taylor said weakly, putting the bottle with some leftover soju on the bar table. Her eyes looked straight to one point, who knows what she was staring at.
Harry grabbed his whiskey bottle and poured the drink into a glass. Harry took a quick sip before looking at the girl with blonde hair who was sitting beside him.
"It's the man you like, eh?" Taylor rested her chin on the surface of the table.
"I finally confessed my feelings to him earlier and he only gave me a blank stare." Harry's eyes widened at the girl's words.
"Wh-what ?! You mean, you really admitted your feelings for him? Bloody hell!"
Taylor closed her eyes while saying, "She just kept quiet. When I hugged him, he didn't reply at all. Why is he so ignorant?! If he didn't want to have a relationship with me, at least he could've gave me a last hug!" Harry chuckled.
"You shouldn't be like this. Maybe he's still shocked because you're suddenly acting aggressive at him."
"Hey, I'm a sweet and nice girl. I'm not aggressive at all. He's the one who's too slow to respond. How can a doctor respond that long? Gosh, he shouldn't be a professor too!" Harry enjoyed every word that came out of the girl's mouth. She looked fiery when she talked about the man she liked, who in fact was also a doctor - even a professor. Taylor's annoyance subsided instantly, and it was replaced by a gloomy look on her face. Her moods and emotions are changing pretty fast.
"But he's still handsome and I like him." Taylor folded her arms on the table and hid her face between the folds of her arms.
Harry was about to gently stroke her back when suddenly, she raised her head and sloppily smiled at Harry.
"I just realized that he didn't mess with what he said when he was a teacher's assistant when I was in college." The girl's eyes narrowed and her body just staggered, maybe it would fall if Harry was unresponsive and immediately supported Taylor's shoulders.
"You are so-" Harry's words were interrupted by Taylor who was very drunk and could not even bring herself together.
"He said, 'You may be proud after successfully treating and saving the lives of many people. But your pride is not what it should be when you managed to treat and save someone's heart. That is the reason why I can not be proud of myself as a doctor' and he should ashamed of himself, he just broke my heart. " Taylor chuckled with watery eyes before leaning her head on Harry's shoulder and lost her consciousness.
Harry sighed and glanced at the girl. "You can play with logic, but not with the heart. Aren't most doctors like that?"