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Uggghhhhhhh!" You swerved when Harry suddenly broke the silence with a loud groan, throwing his head back against the headrest. "Harry, cut it out!" You snapped, glancing over at him before focusing your attention on the road again. The downside to having a wild night out was that sometimes, Harry would have a little too much to drink and turn into an absolute monster. Sure, he was usually a cuddly drunk, but a drunk drunk Harry was the complete opposite. From the two years that you two had been together, you learned that there were three levels of his drunkness: 1) Slightly buzzed: - More giggly than usual. He would laugh at whatever joke you told him like it was the best joke he'd ever heard, no matter how dumb it was. You liked this because it definitely boosted your joke-telling confidence. - More snuggly than usual. Harry liked to wrap his arms around you and shove his face into the crook of your neck. He'd do it whenever he had the chance, even if it meant shoving himself in between you and Y/F/N, interrupting your conversations in the process. Of course, he wasn't an animal. He'd apologize to Y/F/N or sometimes, she'd be the ones he'd wrap his arms around. (You didn't mind. Y/F/N was your best friend!) 2) Tipsy: - Words become slurred. Somehow, the more alcohol he had, the thicker his accent got. If you didn't understand what Harry was saying to you, you'd nod and smile before patting his cheek lightly and leading him towards the booth for a seat. - Becomes sleepy at an alarming rate. It really depended on what he was drinking and how much alcohol he was drinking, but Harry could pretty much fall asleep anywhere if he had just enough. One time, he had fallen asleep while sipping on his drink. Another time, he had fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation! 3) Drunk off his ass: The third level was a little different than the first and the second because there were two sides to this. On one hand, Harry would be a combination of cuddly and "don't touch me, I feel gross!". You weren't a fan of that, because you never knew when it was okay to go near him. On the other hand, Harry would become very frisky, getting his hands on you whenever the opportunity arose. He'd try his very best to convince you it was time to go home, and if he didn't get his way, he'd throw a mini tantrum. And right now? He was a mixture of both options, which meant that this was officially your living nightmare. "You don' love me, tha' must be it." Harry hiccuped, reaching up to rub at his eyes before letting out a huff. "What makes you say that?!" You rolled your eyes, stepping down harder on the gas pedal. Luckily, there weren't a lot of cars on the highway in the dead of night. "I-If you loved me, you would've agreed to fuckin' in the washroom." Harry said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But no, you said it was a dumb idea!" "It is a dumb idea! First of all, you can't even walk in a straight line, so you wouldn't even have been able to make your way to the washroom in the first place. Second of all, the washroom is gross and is crawling with germs, and I refuse to touch anything in there without wearing gloves. That would've killed the mood!" You pointed out, glancing over at him again. "Just because I said no to having sex in a public washroom doesn't mean I don't love you, silly. I'm very willing to have sex at home!" You reached over and put your hand on his knee, patting it lovingly. "Oh, don't touch me!" Harry snapped, swatting your hand away from his knee before resting his head against the window. "I'm thirsty." "I'm well aware." You snorted, slowing down as you came to a red light. It seemed like this drive was lasting forever. "No, I'm thirsty-thirsty!" Harry opened his mouth, pointing to it. "I want water." "There are a couple bottles in the backseat." "Can yeh get one fo' me?" "...I'm driving, Harry. Both hands on the wheel, remember?" "But I can't move my arms." "Don't be a baby." "Y/N! You're making me- I'm really upset!" Harry cried out, voice wavering slightly. He was so thirsty - in both ways. You didn't want to help him with his hard-on and you didn't want to help him get a bottle of water from the backseat and you called him a baby! "Oh, fine!" You snapped, reaching behind blindly and trying to feel for the scattered bottles of water. "Y/N, both hands on the wheel!" Harry grabbed your hand and placed it firmly on the wheel once again before grabbing a bottle of water for himself. "Duh." "But you- Nevermind." You grumbled, letting out a sigh of relief when your driveway came into view. Gravel crunched underneath the wheels as you rolled up the driveway, parking the car and shutting it off, the engine cutting off immediately. "Alright, c'mon." You reached over, unbuckling Harry's seatbelt for him before patting his chest lightly. "The faster we move, the faster I can get you into bed-" And then you realized: Harry had fallen asleep, which meant you had to lug him out of the car and into the house. (And he still had a boner that was beginning to look uncomfortably stiff.) You let out a sigh, getting out of the car and padding over to his side, opening up the door. As you wrapped an arm around his waist, you jolted when Harry began pushing you away, his brows knitting together. "Don' touch me, don'...." He slurred, suddenly flopping on you and making the both of you fall to the ground with him on top of you. Your arm was trapped underneath your back and all of Harry's weight was on you - there was no escape. "You've got to be kidding me."
