suicide || h.s ✔

eleven - past

{Edited}

I chugged the bottle of Jack Daniel's down. The first bottle was a little hard to drink but after the second bottle, the liquid went down my throat smoothly, "I need another one" I said, though it came out more like gibberish. I was beyond wasted. Every time I looked around the room, I saw double of everyone. I never got this drunk before.

"I think you had enough, Harry," The bartender said, taking the bottle away from me and placing it behind the counter.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, swaying so much that I almost fell off the bar stool. Harry Styles So Drunk He Falls Off Stool In Bar, that would be a nice magazine title.

"My daughter is a huge fan of yours.I bet you don't want this getting out to the press and I would do this for any broken hearted guy who can't even walk. I'm cutting you off from anymore. Here, hand me your phone and I will call someone for you." I dug around in my pocket for my phone. It took me longer to get it out of my pocket then it normally would have.

"Here," I slurred, slamming my iPhone onto the table. The bartender shook his head at me and went through my contacts, probably calling Liam. I would have called Liam if I remembered where I was right now.

"I called, Liam (told ya) and he said he would get here as soon as possible. Here is your phone and here drink this. It's water." He handed me a glass of water and I chugged it down instantly but it didn'' make me sober. My brain was still foggy and I still didn't know where I was.

"Where are we?" I asked him.

"We are at the local bar. You came here pissed off and look there's Liam," The bartender raised his hand in the air and then pointed to me.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Liam asked. His face was red and there were two of him. I didn't know which one was the real Liam.

"I'm so glad you're here." I went to hug him but instead fell off the stool.I guess that was the fake Liam.

"We have been looking everywhere for you. Next time, answer your phone." Liam was mad and Liam never gets this mad. "Here is $200 for the shit he drank and any damages he caused. Keep the change and thank you for looking after him and not calling the press." He smacked down two one hundred dollar bills. We walked outside of the bar, well Liam more or less dragged me out of the bar.

"You wanna explain to me why you are here? Or do you want to explain this to management if they find out about this?" Liam threw my arm around his shoulder to help me walk, "Is this about Kaylee?" He added, his eyes softening a bit.

"Yeah," I mumbled, falling to the ground. "The stars are really pretty and so is this pavement."

Liam sat down next to me, "She's broken you know."

"I know, but so am I." I didn't need to be sober or anything to know who he was talking about, "I love her"

"I know you do." Liam was my favorite right now. All the other guys would be screaming their heads off at me, especially Niall.

"Why isn't that enough?" I felt like crying. Get yourself together Harry and stop acting like a pussy.

"You have to give her time." LIam rubbed his hand up and down my back as I began to throw up on the sidewalk.

"I have given her time. Almost two fucking months. Why isn't my love good enough for her? Huh? Enlighten me. I gave her everything. I opened up to her. I told her everything, yet she still runs to Niall. Do you know how much that hurts me? It hurts a lot."

"I know. Why don't we go back to the hotel and you can sleep it off?" Liam started getting back to his feet, dragging me with him.

"I don't want to sleep in the same room as her." At some point, I had started crying and now my cheeks were wet. When did I start crying?