***Harry Styles***
Tuesday, July 31st, 2012 – North London, England

Louis took Abby out again the following night, and I wasn’t about to lounge around the house being jealous again, so I went over to Liam’s, unannounced. I knocked on the door and he answered it in an exceptionally good mood.

“Harry!” he exclaimed happily, greeting me with a hug, and I could smell the alcohol on him. “Come in! What a nice surprise!” I walked in the house and he shut the door behind me. His house was a mess – Liam was usually a very neat and organized person.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“Never better!” he grinned.

“Liam, are you drunk?”

“Of course I am, Harry! What else is there to do every night when you’re single?” “Well, I guess I’m about to find out,” I muttered.

“You guys didn’t break up again?” he gasped.

“No, no,” I shook my head. “He just has to get people to believe he’s seeing Abby, so it’s been lonely.” It had been lonely. I liked being around people. I hated being alone, more than anything; I just needed constant companionship, which Louis had been able to provide me with until now.

“Louis loves you,” Liam slurred, and he handed me a half empty bottle of vodka. I looked at it for a minute, and then decided what the hell and took a swig. If mature, responsible Liam was going to drink his pain away, then so was I. “And that girl is not very pretty.” I had to smile at that. Abby was actually quite pretty, but I liked to pretend otherwise.

“How are you doing, Liam?” I asked as we sat down on his couch.

“I’m wonderful!” he exclaimed. He always had been a happy drunk, but he rarely ever got drunk. It would have been funny if I didn’t know it was because of Danielle. “Are you hungry, Harry? You always cook for us, let me – let me cook for you tonight.” I smiled. Drunk Liam and an oven was a bad combination.

“Why don’t we just order a pizza?” I suggested.

“You’re a genius!” Liam hugged me. “That’s allowed, right? I’m allowed to hug you, even though I’m a dude?”

“Yes, it’s allowed,” I chuckled. How many times had one of the other guys hugged Louis or I since we’d been dating, and he just now felt like making sure it was okay?

“Good, because, you’re awesome, Harry, and Danielle never let me hug any other girls and I didn’t know if Louis did but you’re so awesome and – and you want pizza, and I’m so hungry,” Liam announced. I took another swig of the vodka, partly for myself and partly because I didn’t think Liam needed any more of it. It was only six o’clock, after all.

The half bottle of vodka lasted until the pizza arrived, and then we busted out a new one and drank as we devoured the entire pie. I was okay until I stood up to go to the bathroom, and then the room wouldn’t stay still. I laughed, thinking that was funny, and then when I got back from the bathroom we continued drinking. By nine, we were completely wasted, and the happiness had worn down to sadness as we both sat on the couch, depressed.

“I mean, why would she cheat on me?” Liam was saying. “I thought we were in love because I – I loved her, so, we were in love.”

“It’s better than having to watch your boyfriend have a girlfriend,” I slurred. I knew that didn’t make sense, yet somehow, it did.

“Maybe you need a girlfriend too and then you and your girlfriend can double date with your boyfriend and his girlfriend, and then maybe the girlfriends will fall in love with each other and you and Louis will be again.” I started to laugh at that. I don’t know why, because it wasn’t really that funny and barely made any sense, and then my laughs turned into tears for no reason. “Harry, don’t cry,” Liam said, and he bounced over and put his arm around me. “I know how you feel,” he sounded completely sober when he said that last sentence, and I knew he meant it. I just nodded, hoping I wouldn’t remember any of this the next day.

Notes

Lirry!
Hehe. Drunk Liam is kinda funny, when he's happy...