Author's Note: This is part two for Snap out of it! If you haven't read it first, make sure you do. The next part after this will be the final part. And Holy Shit! 3k!Thank you. Enjoy loves xxx M
Song: Arctic Monkeys' Why You Only Call Me When You're High?
*HARRY'S POV*
"Cheers mate!"
We all clinked our glasses together. I took a sip of the vodka.
It was my fourth of the night. I usually don't drink that much but I felt different tonight. In fact, I felt different ever since I last saw Y/N. That was about two weeks ago. I haven't received any call or text from her. As much as I knew she wouldn't, I wanted her to. I missed her. More than I could possibly imagine. I was in misery and whenever I was in misery I either did two things. I would drink or I would choose to be in the comfort of my friends. None of my methods were working. None of them could help stop the misery Y/N brought on me for a second.
I stopped drinking and set the glass on Nick's table.
"I need a-a minute" I slurred out to Nick.
"Go ahead" Nick said. "Ya look like shit anyways"
I shook my head at him. I turned and walked away from him. I began to make my way to the restroom taking slow steps as I felt dizzy. When I finally did, I closed the door and leaned my head against it. My head was all over the place tonight. I should have only had one drink.
The mirror's image
It tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
I stood in front of the sink and mirror. I stared at myself.
Nick was right. I did look like shit. I was pretty sure the three versions of me in the mirror looked equally as bad. I leaned toward the mirror, unable to stand in a balanced way.
I should go home, I thought to myself. I didn't want to however. Being alone in my place would only remind me of Y/N more. She always accompanied me when I was drunk. She wasn't that much of a drinker which made me want to be around her more. She knew what and how to take care of me when I was drunk. I trusted her. She always knew how to make me feel better.
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving
Carrying your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreaming
Of bumping into you
I wished she was here. Y/N would always show up late to parties. She always claimed she was busy with her friends then she would say "at least I made it!". She always arrived when I was about to leave. Her presence made me want to stay longer. We usually left parties together a short while after. Whenever we did, she never wore shoes. She carried them out. She didn't care what other people thought which was why I loved being with her. She wasn't afraid to be herself. I just wish now I could see her face or at least bump into her here. That wasn't going to happen. Probably never will again.
I turned on the sink. I washed my face with the cold water, trying to clear my head. It wasn't working.
I took a small towel from one of the shelves. I dried my face quickly with it. I placed it to hang on the side of the sink. I exited the bathroom and walked back to the guys. I picked up my phone that rested next to my glass on the table.
Now it's three in the morning
And I'm trying to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls
