Sober

The thing I didn't really understand about alcohol was.. why people liked it.
Alcohol hurts. It hurts you mentally and physically.

Key word - didn't.
I get why Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry, all of them were obsessed with drinking. It fixes the pain. I didn't think that "fixing pain with pain" was possible, unless we're talking about Liam saving you from pain or something.

I don't mean to get you confused, but unless you've been living under a rock, you probably know about One Direction being drinking addicts.

Worst part - I'm friends with them.
It's truly depressing.

I don't really get the point of me talking about this in my mind. It's not really interesting, what's going on with them.. unless you're a psychiatrist, which, in that case, get your ass over to Louis's flat this instant!

But you're probably not one, and you're just along for the ride, aren't you?
This is just the story of 5 crazy guys with drinking problems.

I can tell you, this moment, that's not all you'll be seeing in the Adventures of Autumn and One Direction.

"Hey Louis," I called as he stormed through the flat.
"Hey Autumn," He said in the same tone, mocking me. I rolled my eyes.

"What's up this time?" I sigh.
"My freaking god, I'm Louis Tomlinson, she can't just refuse to my flirting."

"Wonderful." I huffed, trailing my hand along my forehead.
I took a seat on the couch next to him, grabbing a magazine and thumbing through it before shooting him a glance.

"What's up, Lou?" I asked in a friendly tone.
"I told you!" He moaned.
"You did not," I snapped, but stop being Bad Cop and move on.

"Fine. I went to the bar, number one."
"What a fucking surprise." I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the back of the couch and opening them after a split second.

"I flirted with this girl, number two."
"Gee, that's lovely."

He shot me a death stare. "You want to hear it or not?" He spat.

"Continue speaking, Your Royal Sassiness." I snapped back.
"Number three, she fucking ignored me. How can you ignore this?!" He motioned, pointing to himself.

"You are so full of it," I replied sarcastically and throw the magazine on the table, sitting up, facing his tired and pale face.

"I am not. But honestly. I deserve more." He said crossly.
"I threw my hands up.

"Louis. You're not the only human being on this planet."
"Yeah, but I'm one of the most special ones," He glared at me.

"What? So I'm not special?" I cross my arms.
"Not one bit," He growled.

My heart felt like it would burst any moment, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Yeah, thanks for telling me, best friend," I snarled.

And still, the next day we acted like it never happened.


Again..

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