“Harry, if you don’t hurry the fuck up then you’re going to make me late!” I yelled from my room. I could hear the shower running and that could only mean Harry was in it. I had to be at the shop in thirty minutes and had no time to wait on that diva. I finished putting on a light pink lipstick, followed with a little bit of eye shadow and mascara. I tossed my hair around, using my hands, to get the natural waves to be more distinct, before sitting on the edge of my bed and pulling my checker board vans on. I stood up and slid my hands down my acid wash skinny jeans before adjusting my crop top. I walked out into the living room where Harry was seated, pulling his boots on.

“Ready?” I asked him and he looked up before nodding his head. I grabbed my satchel that was sitting on the coffee table and quickly walked outside, with Harry following behind me.

“So, what are the plans for after you close down shop?” Harry asked, once he got situated in his seat.

“Not sure, we could always go down to Todd’s bar, on Sixth Street. It’s a Friday night so it should be pretty packed,” I told him as I turned onto the main road.

“That’d be nice; Todd’s your brother right?” Harry asked and I nodded my head.

“Yeah, we can get into all kinds of trouble while we’re there,” I said, shooting him a smirk. “And we’ll get free drinks.”

“Brilliant.”

- - - -

“Harry! You can come out now!” I yelled into my shop as I worked on the finishing details of my customer’s angel tattoo. A couple of fans caught wind that Harry was in Austin, and the fans decided to stop by my tattoo shop—and those that were of age even got a few inking’s. I took a second to look up at the ‘office’ and saw Harry poke his head out to make sure the coast was clear. “Do you not trust me?” I said to him before going back to the tattoo.

“Your trust is questionable,” Harry said as he walked across the room and took a seat next to me.

“Harry this is Clint, Clint this is Harry, “I introduced Harry to my current customer.

“Hello Clint, what are getting done?” Harry asked, and it made me smile at how outgoing he was.

“An angel,” Clint responded, as he winced while I was shading in a wing. Clint is kind of a baby when it comes to tattoos. I’ve done a select handful of his, mainly the abstract ones, and he was always a pussy when it came to the pain. He’s also a bit of a creep.

“Really? What for?” Harry asked him, sounding very interested, although when I looked up you could tell he could care less.

“My grandmother that passed away a few years ago. The woman was like my mother.”

“I see, that’s awfully kind of you. I’ve got a few myself, for my mum and my sister,” Harry added. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Harry pointing to the tattoos he was talking about.

“Has Kat done any of yours?” Clint asked him, and I could tell he was distracted by the conversation with Harry, because he was more relaxed.

“Yes, she did the butterfly I have on my abdomen.”

“Probably one of my favorite tattoos that I’ve done, even if he’s an annoying cunt,” I said with humor.

“You don’t mean that, Kitty,” Harry said, while ruffling my hair.

“Oh, but I do,” I, smartly, said with a smirk on my face.

“Yeah I know. I was just hoping it wasn’t true,” Harry faked being hurt, letting out a long sigh, causing me to laugh at him.

“How long have you two been dating, Kat?” Clint asked me, and it caused me to stop and laugh, because well, that’s funny.

“Harry and I aren’t dating, merely friends,” I noted, with a bit of disgust.

“Alright, Clint. You’re done!” I told him as I wiped off the excess ink and rubbed some of the ointment over the tattoo. “Go take a look in the mirror.”

“It looks awesome, Kat. You’ve outdone yourself,” Clint told me as he walked over to me, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “How much is it gonna be?”

“320, my friend,” I told him as I continued to clean up my area. Clint walked over to me and handed me a wad of cash, I took a second from my cleaning to count the money and made sure he gave me enough.

“Keep the extra 20 for a tip.”

“Thanks, Clint. Pleasure doing business with you, once again,” I told him as I stood up and walked up front with him so I could close down shop.

“Hey Kat, if you aren’t free Saturday, I was wondering if you’d like to go to the Allen Stone concert with me?” Clint, shyly, asked. This was his usual routine, he’d come and get a tattoo and before he left he’d ask me out on a date. He’s been doing this for the past three years.

“I’m actually going with Harry, I introduced him to Allen Stone’s music the other day and he’s in love. I’m sorry, maybe I’ll see you there?” I said to him, trying to sound sorry, even though I wasn’t.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I understand, I’ll see you around,” Clint said before walking out the shop. I quickly turned my open sign off and locked the door before running to the back of the shop, where Harry was waiting.

“He’s always so awkward,” I said, tiredly, as I sat back down at my station.

“Why?” Harry asked, looking up from his phone.

“He always asks me on dates, and I always say no. I just get a weird vibe from him,” I told him as I threw away the needle I used.

“He just asked you on a date? Where to?” Harry asked, pocketing his phone and slapping his hand on the table in front of us. “Do my tattoo.”

“The Allen Stone concert, but we’re already going,” I said while drawing a simple, thick, cross onto transparent paper and getting the okay from Harry.

“So I’ll be seeing him again then? He seemed like a bit of a wimp,” Harry noted as I transferred the drawing to his skin.

“That’s because he is. I can’t date wimps,” I said, putting a clean needle in my gun and getting a cup of black ink ready.

“You only date manly men, correct?” Harry, amusingly, asked.

“Correct. If you can’t handle the pain of a tattoo, then you can’t handle the pain my love will cause you,” I said, looking at Harry with a smile on my face.

“We’ve got a bad bitch in here, look out,” Harry said, as I pulled the gun away from his hand so I could laugh.

“There, all done. You like it?” I asked him as I took the needle out of my gun and threw it away. Then went and applied ointment to Harry’s tattoo.

“Yes I do, thank you. Here’s your tip,” Harry said, pulling a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket.

“I don’t want your money, mophead.”

“Kitty, just take it. I’d feel too guilty, and it’s only twenty dollars. I have plenty more twenty dollar bills in my bank account,” Harry said, and he wasn't trying to come off as a rich snob, he was simply just stating a fact. I rolled my eyes before snatching the bill out of his hand and shoving it in my pocket. “Now was that so hard?”

“Shut up,” I said while rolling my eyes and throwing away the rest of the items sitting at my station. “Are you ready to go to Todd’s?”

“I’ve been ready, all day! Let’s go woman!” Harry said while standing up and pointing at the back door. I rolled my eyes as I stood up and made my way for the back door, stopping in the office to grab my purse. Once we got out back I locked the door, and immediately pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Why do you smoke?” Harry asked as we crossed a street, being careful to look both ways before we did so.

“I don’t know. At first I did it when I would get really stressed out and anxious, now it’s just a dirty habit,” I told him as flicked some ashes off the end of my burning cancer stick.

“Is that all you smoke?” He asked me, turning his body towards mine as he walked.

“Nope. My ride or die chick is Mary Jane,” I told him as I watched a group of drunken, sorority girls walk past us. I rolled my eyes at their childish behavior when they laid eyes on Harry, cat calling at him and talking about how much they’d like to do him. “Do you ever get used to being a sex symbol?”

“No, it’s odd. I don’t want to know that girls fantasize about me in sexual ways. I’m not the player that the media makes me out to be,” he told me as he took his phone out of his pocket to reply to a text message.

“How many girls have you slept with? Just curious.”

“Does my first count?” He asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“No, nobody’s does. Because your first time is usually terrible,” I told him, a smile taking over my face as I stomped out my cigarette and lit another.

“Then three people,” he said as we came to a stop at another crosswalk.

“Really? That’s it?” I asked him, stunned by his answer.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“I mean, you are a pop star and could get any girl you’d like. I just figured it would have been like six or seven. Then again you are pretty young,” I added, realizing I was rambling.

“I think when it comes to bedding a woman, it needs to be special. Something, anything, needs to be felt,” Harry claimed, as we made our way across the street.

“English people and their manners,” I joked.

“Sod off. How many people have you done it with?” Harry asked, and I, immediately, looked down at the ground. “Bloody hell, are you a virgin?!”

“Shut the fuck up! And no I’m not, the answer is one,” I told him, taking a long drag of my cigarette.

“Really? But you’re 23, why isn’t it more?” Harry asked as we dodged a guy throwing up on the side of Sixth Street.

“Because like you, I need to feel something. I’m not just going to hook up with a random guy though, I respect myself too much to do that. I have to be in a committed relationship, and I’ve only been in two where it got to that point.”

“One of them was your first?” Harry asked as we continued to walk down Sixth Street until we reached Todd’s bar.

“Yeah, we dated for six months before we had sex. Then he broke up with me a week later,” I confessed, thinking of my high school boyfriend.

“That’s terrible, I could never do that.”

“You mean to tell me, if a girl was terrible in bed or you just wanted a good fuck out of her, you wouldn’t break up with her?” I asked him, slightly surprised at his confession.

“I wouldn’t do it after a week. I’d wait a little bit longer,” he said, holding the door open, to Todd’s bar, for me.

“I’d wait like a month,” I said, as we weaved through the other bodies so we could get to the bar.

“Wait, you mean to tell me, girls would actually break up with a guy if he was terrible at sex?” Harry asked, with disbelief.

“Yeah, a girl has needs, Harold!” I exclaimed to him as we sat down at two available bar stools.

“Hey Kat, who’s your friend?” Mario, the bartender, asked once he walked over to us.

“This is Harry, Harry this Mario,” I introduced the two and watched as the two men shook hands.

“What can I get you guys?” Mario asked as he wiped down a section of the counter.

“I’ll take a Cool Blue Shake Up,” I told Mario as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“Got Corona?” Harry asked, and Mario nodded his head. “I’ll take one of those.”

“Coming right up!” Mario said before walking off to get our drinks,

“What the hell is a Cool Blue Shake Up?” Harry asked, turning on the bar stool so he body was facing mine, slightly enclosing me to only the bar, because he just has such long ass legs, that they did that. They trap you places.

“Malibu rum and blue Gatorade,” I told him as I played Candy Crush on my phone. A couple minutes later and Mario was sliding us our drinks, and before I could grab mine and take a sip, he took it and took a big gulp.

“Are you sure there’s Malibu in there?” Harry asked after he set it down.

“Yes, it’s secretive. You won’t know it’s in there until you’ve had about six glasses and wake up in the morning, wondering why there’s a human sized, blow up penis lying in bed with you,” I told him, snatching my drink from him.

“I take it that’s happened to you before,” Harry asked, a strange look set on his face.

“Too many times.”

“Right, now let’s have some fun and do some shots, yeah?” Harry asked and I quickly started shaking my hands out in front of me.

“Absolutely not. I don’t do shots, the toilet would be my best friend if I did,” I told him, but before I could stop him he ordered six shots of tequila from Mario.

“Nonsense. You’ve had a rough couple of days, you need to let loose,” Harry said. Mario brought the shots over, shooting me a questioning look before walking away, and Harry slid three my direction while keeping three for him.

“Alright, back they go,” Harry said, while clinking the first shot glass with mine, and we quickly tossed back the three shots. The effects of the tequila, instantly hitting me. “Hey Mario, six more shots please!”

“What the fuck, Harry. I can’t do three more,” I told him, taking a sip of my drinking, trying to get rid of the burning feel in the back of my throat.

“Sure you can, because if you look at the center of the bar. You’ll want these next three,” Harry said, pointing behind me. I followed his finger, and low and behold, there was Lyla sucking face with Jimmy. I instantly grew angry at the sight before turning back to Harry with a glare on my face.

“Mario! Bring eight more!” I yelled down the bar, and Mario nodded his head before grabbing two more shot glasses.

“Whoa, now, now, Kitty. Calm down,” Harry said, placing his hand on my shoulder, causing a large amount of heat to go through my body. But I shook it off as the alcohol working its way into my blood.

“That bitch has a lot of nerve to come down to my brother’s bar, on a Friday night, when she knows I’d be here.” Mario came back over and handed us our shots, before shooting me a weary look. I watched him exchange a few words with the other bartender before walking from behind the bar and to the hall that my brother’s office was on. Great, he’s probably going to tattle on me for doing shots.

“Let’s go, Styles. Toss them back like they’re water,” I told him, clicking our shot glasses together before tossing all four back, one at a time.

- - Todd’s P.O.V - -

“Todd?” I heard a voice come from the door to the office at my bar and when I looked up Mario, one of my bartenders and best friends, was standing in the door way.

“What’s up man?” I asked, setting some papers, for a new bar, aside.

“It’s your sister,” Mario told me, while walking into the room and taking a seat, in one of the chairs placed in front of my desk.

“What’s she doing? She isn’t causing problems is she?” I asked him, instantly worried about my baby sister, younger than me by three years. Ever since we were kids, I’ve had Kat underneath my wing, making sure she never got hurt.

“No, but she’s doing shots of tequila, with a guy named Harry. They’ve already done seven each,” Mario informed me, a worried look on his face. Mario has been my best friend since college, but he hit a dead end with his business career and went to Bartending School. Not only is he my best friend, but he’s also like a brother to Kat.

“Harry…that names sounds familiar,” I said, more to myself than Mario, when it clicked who Harry was.” Harry! He’s the boy band member she tattooed and now they’re friends. He’s in town visiting her, that’s right. He’s a good guy,” I told Mario, nodding my head as I went to check my e-mails.

“I’m not worried about that. Kat has good judgment on guys. It’s just, she’s doing shots and well, Lyla’s here.”

“Oh. That would be a problem,” I said, resting my hands on my desk. Kat informed Mario and I about what happened between her and Lyla, and you could definitely say I am not a fan of Lyla right now. “Well, I can’t kick Lyla out, if she wants to drink here, she can.”

“Jimmy’s here as well. Kat saw them making out,” Mario said, dropping a bomb on me, and explaining why my baby sister was doing shots of tequila.

“Right, of course. Well, just keep an eye on Kat. I’ll be out there in a few minutes, I’m gonna call Ashlyn and let her know I’m staying at Kat’s tonight.”

“You got it, bro,” Mario said before getting up and leaving my office. I picked up my phone, and quickly dialed my fiancés phone number, waiting for three rings until she picked up.

”Hello!”

“Hey babe, what are you doing?” I asked her.

”Not much, out back letting the dogs go to the bathroom. What’s up?”

“I won’t be coming home tonight. Kat’s here, and she’s doing shots.”

”Uh oh. What’s the occasion?”

“Lyla’s at the bar sucking face with that dick, Jimmy. I want to make sure Kat and Harry get home okay, and that they don’t do anything stupid,” I explained to Ashlyn as I put some papers up that I’d finish looking at tomorrow.

”Oh, a boy! Who’s Harry?” I rolled my eyes at my fiancé before standing up to walk out of my office.

“A friend of hers, I’ll explain their whole history tomorrow. I just wanted to let you know I won’t be home tonight.”

”Got it. I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Love you!”

“I love you to the moon and back!” I exclaimed before hanging up and locking up my office. I shoved my phone into my back pocket before walking out in to the main room of the bar. And the sight I saw was not a pretty one. Kat and Harry were tossing back shots like there was no tomorrow, and then after they finished one they would lean on each other, cracking up laughing. I watched as my baby sister tried to wave down Mario, I’m assuming to order more shots, and the look I saw Harry giving Kat, I didn’t like it. It wasn’t necessarily a look of lust, I knew that look (being a male myself), but I could tell Harry liked Kat. That, I was afraid of. Harry’s a good guy, I met him last time he was down here, but he’s famous. That I didn’t like, I knew if they got into a relationship, it would be messy. I zoned back into reality, just in time, as Kat stumbled off her bar stool and began making her way for Lyla and Jimmy, who were at the other end of the bar. I ran over to Kat, and caught just before she made it to her final destination.

“Don’t do it, Kat,” I, sternly, said to her as I pushed her back.

“Todd! Let me go! I want to give that slag a piece of my mind! And my fist!” Kat yelled over my shoulder.

“Kat, no. And what’s a slag?” I asked her, holding her back so I could look at her. Her eyes glazed over, she’s definitely drunk.

“Harry taught it to me! It’s British for slut,” she said, slurring her words. “Are you a slag, Totem Pole?”

“No, now let’s go back over to Harry,” I said, trying to push my baby sister back to the bar stool she left vacant.

“Harry!! I like Harry, he’s great! He makes me all hot,” Kat yelled, as she, actually, allowed me to walk her back over to the stool. “Hi Harry! I’m back! Todd wouldn’t let me serve that skinny bitch a knuckle sandwich.”

“Aw, bullocks! Let her punch her, the twat deserves it!” Harry exclaimed, resting his head on my sister’s shoulder, as Kat broke into a fit of laughter. “What’s so funny, you minger?”

“You said bullocks! And twat!” Kat exclaimed, in between her fits of laughter, until she stopped laughing and looked very serious. “What’s a minger?”

“It’s British for an unattractive person, but no worries! You’re very pretty, in fact, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m just saying it in a casual sense. You’re so beautiful,” Harry admitted, and the sight in front of me, well, it’s a funny one.

“Thanks, you minger! You’re handsome too. I love your hair, I just want to shove my face in it,” Kat said, slowly closing her eyes, letting a dazed smile take over on her face.

“Alright you two, I think it’s time to take you home,” I told them, taking them both by the arm.

“Where are we going, Todd? Are we gonna gang up on Lyla?!” Kat asked, as we stumbled towards the back exit, where my car was parked.

“Nope, we’re going home, Kat.”

“You’re no fun! Harry, you know you’re lucky you didn’t fuck that fire crotch. She doesn’t take care of her downstairs, like at all. It’s a jungle! I’ve seen it!” Kat yelled out to Harry, who just nodded his head.

“Is it like a fire going up in flames?” Harry said with amusement, and I couldn’t help but shoot the Brit a confused look.

“What does that even mean?” I asked him and he just shrugged his shoulders. After about another twenty minutes I finally got the duo shoved into the back of my car. I shut the backdoor and ran over to the driver’s side and when I looked in the back seat, once I got settled, the two were whispering into each other’s ears, and I couldn’t help but notice the blush on my sister’s face after Harry whispered something into her ear.

I pulled out onto Sixth Street, and began the trek to my sister’s home.

“Totem! We’re hungry, right Harry?” Kat said as she leaned forward and yelled into my ear.

“I’ll make something when we get to your place,” I told her, trying to focus on not hitting any drunken pedestrians. It’s a Friday night, during summertime, in a college town and people got crazy.

“No. I want something now. Harry, what do you want?” Kat, loudly, said. When I looked in the rearview mirror I saw Harry was resting his head on Kat’s chest, and Kat was playing with his hair.

“You,” Harry, simply, said with a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, because these two were way far gone.

“No, silly. What kind of food do you want?” Kat asked him, trying to push him up. “Do you want a burger? What about some chips, like British chips?”

“British chips! British chips!” Harry exclaimed, and they both keeled over in laughter.

“Go to McDonald’s, Todd. There’s one right by my house. We want food, and we want it STAT!” Kat said, pointing her finger in the air. I rolled my eyes before pulling into the McDonald’s parking lot and going to the drive thru. I ordered them some food, but kept it in the passenger seat in the front because I just knew they’d make a mess in my car.

“Todd, give us the food!” Kat whined, trying to reach over the seat and grab it, but failing because Harry had his head in her lap. “Harry, pick your fucking, curly ass head up!”

“No. Your lap is comfy,” he mumbled.

“I’ll show you what’s comfy when my fist connects to that sharp jaw line of yours,” Kat said, lightly smacking Harry.

“Stop it,” Harry said, dragging out the ‘o’ in stop.

“We’re here! Now settle down!” I yelled as I threw my car into park and climbed out, food in hands. I opened the back door and both of them started piling out, holding onto one another. “Can you guys get yourself to the door?”

“It’s so dark out,” Kat mentioned. “Yes, dad, we can.”

“He’s got a little bit of a stick in his bum, don’t he love?” Harry said, and I rolled my eyes as I used my copy of Kat’s house key to unlock the door.

“Go to the kitchen table,” I said, pointing to the mentioned object.

“Yes, master.”

After they sat down at the table I set their food in front of them. During the whole course of their drunken meal, they managed to start a food fight with their fries, claiming ‘they were shooting them in each other’s mouths,’ and Kat managed to slap Harry with her burger, resulting in Harry squirting her with ketchup, then both of them buckling over in laughter.

“Where’s Malley?” Kat said, getting up to look for her kitten. “Maaaaallllllleeeyyyyyy. Come say hi to your new daddy!”

“That wasn’t what I was talking about when I said I wanted to own your pussy,” Harry said with humor in his voice, but he quickly straightened up when I shot him a death glare.

“That’s my baby sister, watch it,” I told him, as I stood up to go get Kat and sit her back down so she could finish eating. For the next ten minutes I managed to chase two drunken fools around the house, trying to get them into bed so they could sleep off the alcohol, when finally I gave up and had to call for reinforcements. Luckily, they picked up after the second ring.

”Babe? That you? Everything okay?” Ashlyn said as I ran my hand through my short brown hair.

“I need your help. Kat isn’t cooperating and the more she misbehaves, the more Harry does. She listens to you when she’s drunk,” I pleaded through the phone.

”I’ll be there in five,” was all Ashlyn said before hanging up the phone. I walked over to the front door and unlocked it so she could get in, before trying to catch Kat and Harry again.

I had just gotten Harry cornered with Ashlyn walked through the door.

“Todd?” She called out.

“Hallway by Kat’s room!” I yelled back and she eventually walked over to me.

“Why, hello. I’m Harold, Kat’s friend,” Harry introduced himself to Ashlyn. “Sorry I’m drunk. I have no manners.”

“Where’s Kat?” was all Ashlyn said back to Harry and Harry pointed to Lyla’s old room. I walked over to the room with Ashlyn and Kat was tearing photos off the wall and knocking over the lamps and bedside tables.

“Katriona Drakos, stop right now!” Ashlyn yelled, and Kat turned around like a deer caught in head lights. “Sit down!” Kat immediately plopped to the floor before pouting at Ashlyn.

“I’m sorry, Ashlyn,” Kat whined, and Harry walked over to Kat, with a burger in each hand, and sat beside her before handing her a burger.

“You know better than to get this drunk.”

“No I don’t. I’m twenty three years old, I can drink!” Kat defended herself, although she made no sense whatsoever.

“After getting arrested, twice, for public intoxication, you should know better!” Ashlyn scolded her, like a mother punishing their child.

“I just wanted to have a good time with my British mate,” Kat said, in a poor British accent. “Right Harold?”

“You’ve been arrested? Twice?” Was all Harry could say.

“Yeah, shit happens,” Kat replied, a smile adorning her face.

“That’s so hot. Management would hate you,” Harry told her, a mouthful of food.

“Both of you, get up and go back to the table to eat,” Ashlyn scolded, and reluctantly, they both listened to her and scurried into the kitchen. After they finished their food, I disposed of the garbage and went back over to the table.

“Now, go get in your rooms and go to sleep,” Ashlyn, sweetly, told them. Having calmed down from her anger rush. She knew how to handle my sister, firm then sweet, otherwise you’d get the water works.

“Can Harry sleep in my bed?” Kat begged, as we helped them to their rooms.

“No, I’m afraid not,” Ashlyn told her, patting down Kat’s hair.

“But I need a friend. I don’t have any friends but Harry. Bre offed herself in middle school and Lyla screwed me over by fucking my ex-boyfriend, which breaks girl code! Harry can’t break girl code.”

“Kat, you have friends, but you need to go to sleep alone,” I, sternly, told her as I helped Harry down the hall. He’s a bit heavy.

“We pinky promise to keep our hands to ourselves, right Harry?” Kat whined, like a five year old.

“Yeah, honestly. I just want to sleep,” Harry spoke up, and they both stuck their pinkies out. Ashlyn looked back at me with a questioning look, and I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Just let them, if it’s the only way we’ll get them to bed then why not.” I led Harry into his room so he could change into comfier clothes, while Ashlyn did the same for Kat. After Harry changed, and I got the okay from Ashlyn, I led Harry into Kat’s room and put the both to bed. As soon as their heads hit the pillows, they were passed out, and Malley—finally showing himself—jumped on the bed and curled up next to Kat. We shut the light off and quietly closed the door before going back into the living room.

“Sorry I had to call you,” I said to Ashlyn as I walked her outside.

“It’s no problem, I was expecting this phone call, anyways. I know how she gets.”

“She knows better, but that won’t stop her from drinking heavily,” I said as I held her door open.

“She’s going through a hard time, sometimes you just gotta let her do what she wants to do,” Ashlyn said as she buckled up. “Are you staying here or coming home?”

“Staying here, I wanna make sure they don’t choke on their throw up. I’ve got a pop star’s life on my hand, and my baby sister’s life on my hands.” I bent down a pressed a kiss to Ashlyn’s lips before shutting her door and going back inside. I made a bed on the couch, and fell asleep from the energy I wasted dealing with the two, fast asleep, in my sister’s room.

Notes

Tada!!
I had fun writing drunk Kat and Harry :)
You also got a taste of Todd! Let me know what you think.

Kat's Outfit

XOXO,
Jade