“Harry! What are you doing here?” I ask him both surprised and confused. When his bright green eyes meet my own, he starts chuckling at me and sways side to side in his drunken state.

“I cameee too find youu” he slurs still half chuckling to himself. Geez! How much did he have to drink?! I narrow my eyes at him as I cautiously approach him. As I grow nearer to him I notice his eyes leave my own and rake down my half covered body.

“Hmmm. Maybe I should get you to wear only a towel more often.” He says dreamily before bursting out laughing again. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him and facepalm myself.

“Come on you need to get out of here.” I say crouching down to his level.

“Nooo. Stay there! I had a better view of you when you were standing up.” He whines poking his bottom lip out into a full pout. I press my lips together to resist the urge to laugh at his drunken state. Maybe I should get Harry drunk more often. I like this playful and carefree side to him.

“Come on.” I say grasping his limp arm and wrapping it around my shoulders while using my other free hand to keep my towel up to cover my modesty. However, as soon as I manage to half lift him off of the ground, he surprises me by tugging my arm harshly back down resulting in both of us falling to the floor with of course me on top of him.

I huff as I use my hands to pull my weight off of him before glaring at him. He replies by shooting me a cheeky smile. I shake my head at him and I only notice now how close our faces are. My eyes momentarily trail down to his plump red lips but I mentally scold myself for doing so. Zayn’s harsh words yet again come to my mind causing me to shuffle back to increase the distance between Harry and I.

“Hey! Come back here.” He whines like a little child patting his lap to where I was before.

“No. We need to get you out of here before the other boys wake up.” I reason with him with the image of Zayn in my mind the entire time.

“But the door is locked so none of them can come in.” he says a small smirk forming on his face. I cannot help the small smile that creeps its way onto my face as he says this. I like drunk Harry.

But you love the normal Harry more.

I sigh as I attempt to lift myself up into standing position careful not to let my towel drop.

“Ahh At least now I can see the full view.” Harry says cheekily while putting his hands behind his head leaving the empty whisky bottle by his side.

“If you won’t come then I’m just leaving you here.” I say in defeat before turning around to grab my clothes. So much for a nice shower.

“But aren’t you getting changed? You can’t risk going out there with only a towel wrapped around your body.” He says from behind me. I can sense his smirk without looking at him. I roll my eyes knowing full well that he cannot see me. I know damn well that I am not getting changed here in front of him.

“I won’t look! I swear!” he adds in as if reading my mind.

“You and I both know that won’t happen.” I grumble. I seem to be more confident around drunk Harry too. Probably because there is less of a chance he will rape me in anger.

“True.” He says slowly before chuckling softly to himself. How many bottles of whiskey has he actually drunk though? Seriously? This is getting ridiculous. Funny but ridiculous.

As soon as I walk over to the door and grasp the handle, Harry surprises me yet again by grasping my hand from behind me before I can fully twist the knob.

“What do you want?” I groan. I really just want him to leave me alone to save us both from Zayn and the others. It’s not safe for either of us to be alone together.

“You.” He slurs once again and I roll my eyes once again at his cheesy line.

“Sure.” I say before opening the door so I can get out of this cramped bathroom. I hate being cold to Harry especially when he is drunk like this but what other choice do I have?

I jump back when I see a tall figure blocking my way outside the bathroom. I press my lips together nervously as I bring my eyes up to meet the stranger. My stomach tightens when I see who it is.

Zayn. Fuck.

“Well hello there lovebirds. What were you doing in that cramped bathroom all alone?” he asks mockingly staring between the two of us. I look at him noticing he is still completely sober which is so not good for me. Maybe he would have relaxed a little and let his guard down drunk. Actually now that I think about it, that is probably why he didn’t get drunk in the first place. Clever bastard.

“Having sex.” Harry slurs drunkenly. My eyes widen as I take in his words. Damnit Harry and his drunk state!

“No we weren’t!” I clarify sternly looking up at Zayn nervously. Please believe me!

“Were you now?” Zayn’s eyes narrow at me and I gulp. Shit.

“No we weren’t! You seriously believe his drunk words over my sober ones?” I ask him horrified and I hear Harry chuckling dreamily behind me. URGH!

“Yes.” he says lowly staring intensely into my eyes.

“I think it’s time you and I have another chat.” Zayn says threateningly at me before grasping my forearm tightly making me whimper at this sudden harshness.

“Ok! You two have fun!” Harry says cheerily. Now I seriously want sober Harry back right now!

“You didn’t listen to me and now I think it’s time to teach you a lesson or two.” Zayn growls as soon as we are out of earshot.

Shit.

Notes

Hey!

I know i have been crap at updating all of my stories and i honestly have no excuse...so sorry!

But hope to update my other story soon!

On another note....

All of you guys messaging me on kik, i swear on my life i am not ignoring all of ya! Apparently my kik has disconnected for some reason so i can't read all of your messages or reply so sorry!

But i'm trying to get it fixed!

So yeah.... Anyway i hope ya like this chappie!

Love ya! <3

Marie xxx