Grains of Gold

Harry’s POV

February, 1st was approaching and this meant only one thing – my biggest birthday party. We were on tour, everyone was together but some of my friends and family were about to join us. Such thought has been warming up my mind and soul for the last two weeks. Days were so long turning into too long weeks even though there was no time to be bored: concerts, interviews, shows. When the day has come I couldn’t believe it. “Wohooo I am twenty”

Now it’s February, 2nd and I am trying to remember what the hell happened last night.

- “Welcome to the group when only above 20 allowed.” Louis happily cried, - “Cheers!” He is always very funny and cheerful but that day it was even more of that.

- “Harry, let the party begin!” said Liam at the moment he came to the Dj console.

I nodded as an approval and that was the start of the party. One beer was replaced by another, than another, then vodka, tequila, whiskey. Then there were vodkey, whisquila and maybe even Haemogloby Mary or not, or what was that... I was too drunk to realize what I was doing. I definitely tried to come to the balcony naked but luckily somebody talked me out of this dumb idea. I guess it was Niall. No, Niall would go with me. Or it was Niall. Damn it, I don’t remember. I can’t remember anything else from the night. But one thing I know for sure I did was me being online on twitter and following every single fan I could notice. They must be very happy now. To those who were older than 18 or seemed that way I replied in DM. I even got into conversation with one of them, she was a fan but it was interesting to talk to her for the moment and I decided to write her again when I would be sober. We rented the whole extra floor for the party in the hotel so it was easy to get back to my room though I don’t remember how I did it.

This is it. Morning. I shouldn’t have been drinking that much last night. I woke up with the worst headache I’ve ever had in my 20 years. Oh, 20, right. I am twenty now. I should tweet about that and thank everyone. I made an attempt to pull from the pillow but immediately stopped myself. No, not the time for social networks right now.

Great, just great. The day is beginning great. No pill in the world can help me now. I need rest and silence, rest and silence... The minute I thought about wishing for a silence high notes began to burst my eardrums. And this is not even coming from Zayn. It’s fans. They are screaming and singing outside the hotel, and walls in this room are like made of paper. I took a pillow lying next to me and covered my face with it. It’s cold and I am feeling a bit better now. The noise is less audible now too. I fell asleep once again and 2 or 3 more hours has gone before I got up. Well, it’s hard to call it getting up, I rolled sideways and fell from bed meeting the floor. Have I already told this morning is going great? I will never drink like this once again in my life, I swear!

I am on my legs now and holding on every piece of nice furniture on the way to the bathroom. I’m lucky that my organism doesn’t what to get rid of everything I drank last night because I’m feeling so shitty that I want to throw up the floor around me.

I turned on the water, cold water.

- “Aaaaaaa my goodness! Why it’s so icy?” Not prepared for this. And you know what? I'm an idiot! You know why? Because I’m taking shower wearing my clothes! I turned the hot tap and put off the clothes. I fell asleep yesterday in my jeans and T-shirt, God, how drunk was I?

Shower brought me some relief and now I finally feel like a man, tired man. I got back to the room and what I saw literally shocked me. It seems like I had a private party with elephants. The room is turned inside out: the table is miles away from where it should be, the bed is almost on the 90 degrees away from its actual location, the glass coffee table is broken. Super, now I will have to pay for it. Styles, why did you drink that much?

I needed a distraction from mess and went to the hall to check out the guys. The corridor was so empty like I am in a low budget horror film. I only hope I won’t notice any flickering lamp. I am standing and trying to remember which rooms guys are at. When I figured out which door I should knock at, I refused the idea and just tugged door-knobs. They are all closed and I’d better get back to my room as well. Guys must be still sleeping. It was fun night, ha?

And what will I do for the rest of the day? Management did a good job making a day off for us today, prudent men. Maybe I should go and wave to the fans for so they know at least one of us is alright. For sure they’ve already seen some of the pictures from the night, they must be worrying. I reflected about this while I was on the way to my bed, and when I brought my body back on blanket, being unable to tidy the space around me, I decided to wait till the rest of the band will be awake and we all will be able to show up in front of the fans. Maybe I should go to the pool to recover finally.

My thoughts were interrupted by some noise. No, that’s not fans. They are still screaming but what I hear is something different, it is some sort of vibration. I took a view of the bed but couldn’t find anything that sound could come from. I gave a look under the bed and saw it. My iPhone. Why are you vibrating? It seems like I even had time to connect to WiFi last night.

I unlocked the phone and saw all the congratulations. And suddenly I remembered: I was on twitter yesterday. I opened an app and looked through the timeline. Some of the pictures from the party were there. No need to say how crazy my mentions were going. I opened my DM and realized I chatted with somebody there. I took a quick look at all the latest dialogues and found that one which attracted me most last night. I promised myself to write this girl again when I will get back to normal life. Oh, I finally began to remember everything. Well, not everything but something. That is success already.

“Hi. How are you? I’m sorry if I said something wrong last night, my mind wasn’t clear.” I sent her a message. I acted like fool. I should have looked what I wrote her before I sent his. Maybe I didn’t say anything wrong last night. What’s done is done anyway so I took a look at her profile and tweets. Of course, she wrote million times that I followed her. And she made screen captures of our chat. I looked far before night’s tweets and saw a drawing. Oh, this is me. Looks so similar.

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