"...and then!" Nick gasps, trying like hell to tell the story over Gemma's coughing cackles, getting louder by the minute. At this point, I'm wheezing from laughter, and the muscles in my face and stomach are beginning to experience a dull ache.
We are drunk off our asses.
"Then he got cracked in the head with a full fucking water bottle!" he laughed, losing it.
"Oh yeah...it was so fucking HILARIOUS," Harry rolled his eyes, trying to stay serious, but a giggle escaped. I watched as his glassy eyes caught mine, his tongue reaching out to lap at his bottom lip. I would normally think it was sexy as fuck, what he just did, but I'm too busy wiping the tears from my eyes. "Biggest performance of my life in front of everyone big in music, and everyone fucking hated me."
"Because you were performing at the MTV Video Music Awards," Nick laughed. "After Elton John. After you broke Taylor Swift's heart...and up on the stage comes Harry fucking Styles."
We all burst into giggles, Harry nearly falling off the love-seat as he nears tears, reminiscing about the old days that seem so far away from now. I downed my glass of whiskey, nearly spilling half of it down my front. The amber liquid traveled down my chin, forcing me to wipe at it furiously.
God, I was drunk.
I haven't been this drunk since -- well, since college, really. Me and my friends used to do this all the time, drinking until our stomachs hurt on Friday night and laughing until we cried. I needed this.
"I should change my name to that," Harry announces. "Harry FUCKING Styles," he giggled.
"Doing a lot of fucking these days, Haz?" Nick chuckled. Gemma makes a face, burying her face in her drink.
"Please," she scoffed after a long swig. "Eleanor is an ice princess. Her thighs are probably frozen together..."
Nick let out a boom of a laugh, and I couldn't help but follow suit. Harry even chuckled a bit to himself, albeit a bit delayed.
"I'm surprised his dick hasn't frozen off," I mumble, louder than anticipated.
The moment the words come out of my mouth, I slap my hands over my lips in shock, eyes dialated as I realize what I've done.
Everyone's eyes widen and look to me, Nick literally sliding off the couch and falling to the floor holding his stomach in pained laughter. Harry just raises a glass to me with a hardened chuckle, as if admitting defeat, before taking a big gulp.
"I fucking love you, Livvy..." Nick chuckled, trying to compose himself.
Harry's head snapped towards his best friend, eyes narrowing. "Fuck you. What did I say about calling her that?"
"Fuck you," Nick snarled back before blearily looking at me. "Seriously, you're fucking awesome. We should get married or some shit."
I couldn't help but giggle, feeling my face flush from the attention. "Well, since you proposed so romantically..." I trailed, giggling to myself.
"She's not going to marry you, you bloody arse," Harry states, as if it was obvious. He finishes his statement with a warning slap to his rib cage.
"What!" I squealed. "I could..." I mumbled, bringing the glass to my lips. "Except there's Candy...."
"Oh yeah...Candy," Nick smiled. "RAWR."
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Un-Tying the Knot {h.s.}
Fanfiction"She's compromising her own personal beliefs and morals, putting her heart on the line just because he asked her to. She feels slightly sick at her stomach when she thinks about it, so she takes a page from his book and tries not to. But trying not...
