Harry Hook Imagines (2 & 3)

I killed the Vodka

Trigger warning: heavy drinking, depressing feelings.
I do not encourage this.

"I killed him!" I giggle, the alcohol clouding my mind.

"Y/n, are you drunk?" A Scottish voice asks me.

"N-no but the Vodka and the wine are. They were doing a little dance for me but I didn't like it so now they are dead in pieces on the floor." I say feeling really dizzy.

"You're drunk." Captain Obvious points out, Harry sighs, "Don't touch-" I touched it and owed, "Where's the girls or Jay or Carlos?"

"Girls are at a spa retreat and I don't like spas!" I laugh manically making me feel more nauseated, "Jay is with Carlos doing I don't know what maybe fucking?" I wonder aloud looking at the scarlet blood run down my hand.

"Do ye want me to call them?" Harry asks concerning my brother Jay and his best friend Carlos.

I giggle a bit and try to stand without the support of the wall. I crash to the floor in a big painful heap and I start crying with my eyes hazy and my head heavy.

"That hurt!" I scream.

"Y/n where are ye?"

I hear jangling on the other end of the phone. Why the hell is Harry playing the tambourine at eleven o'clock at night? I think about my answer. I'm in a sick puddle after I collapsed in fairy land! No... Pirate land... No, where I live at Evie's because my dad doesn't love me and Jay anymore. I burst out crying.

"I'm at my place or Evie's place where she took me in all alone and unloved. Everybody hates me and I feel so alone that's why I crave physical attention. I-I need help for something too." I sigh and let out a dramatic sob, "The Vodka's gone!" An idea pops into my head, "Bring me some?" I ask lastly gaining some hope.

"I'm coming to ye. Stay where ye are." Harry says softly.

"With the Vodka?" I ask hopeful as I now see two TVs.

"No."

And Harry the stupido pirate cuts the call.

"Stupid." I mutter.

I look at was once my beautiful outfit I chose so meticulously. It's all ruined like the smashed Vodka bottle I killed. Everything I touch destroys or leaves me and I don't want it too. That's why I smash and ruin them or leave them before they can leave me. I lay in a sudden sobbing mess on the floor with blood drenching my arm in a middle of my own vomit. I think five minutes have passed when I hear loud knocking on the door although it feels like five hours.

"It's me Harry come let me in." Harry yells through the mail flap.

What a weird word, flap.

"No let me drown in my own vomit I don't care anymore just let me die!" I scream dramatically.

"Little one, come on." Harry says to me firmly.

Awwww he's a cutie, more like a god, but he's a heartbreaker. Basically, he's a bad idea and I like bad ideas.

"U-under the-the mat." I shout back, clutching my groggy head.

"Oh god." A loud, heavy-footed figure says approaching me.

I scream, "The devil! Go fuck yourself Satan!" I scream blasting the dark figure with holy water.

Or with the thing closest to it, my vomit.

"Stop Y/n." Harry says annoyed grabbing my wrists and pulling me up to sit.

"See I can't do anything right. I'm a disappointment to all. No one loves me." I cry.