Alcoholics Anonymous

Her name was Katherine, but everyone called her Kiwi. Kiwi was a party girl always had been. She didn't grow up with much money, and you could tell by the way she dressed. When she walked through the crowd, I recall her walking as if she was confident, but holding insecurities in her eyes.

Kiwi was a fun girl...

Kiwi had been exactly what I had needed for the night...

Kiwi changed my life forever...

I had just arrived in L.A., after spending some time in Jamaica. I remember needing inspiration, I craved for my next song. So as always I went out to a party to get roaring drunk, and to find the most peculiar girl in the crowd. The first time I saw her she had a cheap cigarette pressed between her red lips. She sat alone at the bar, waiting for the night to come to her.

See girls like Kiwi held the potential of being fun, but they needed a catalyst. They couldn't just go out, and have a good time, they needed someone to inspire them. Kiwi needed me to inspire her, and I need her to inspire me.

We stayed out until the sun began to creep up on the horizon. Then I took the girl, whom was almost as drunk as I was, back to my beach house. I laid her curvy body down on a beach towel, and let myself take as she wanted to be taken. She was sweet, and she was the perfect one night stand, but that night wouldn't be the last I saw of Kiwi. Because that night gave me my son, Jude.

I shouldn't be thinking of Jude though. It's not good for me, this I have learned.

HONK

I heard tires screeching, and stumbled back slightly as a taxi stopped just in time. "Get out of the road asshole!" Yelled the angry driver, contained in the taxi. I quickly scrambled to my feet, and ran to the other side of the road.

Itt was a stupid idea to come down this way. I used to take Jude here all the time. First I took him to Marley's Toy Shop, the one that is in front of me now. Then I would take him to get ice cream. He always got strawberry with extra chocolate sprinkles. He'd smile and laugh, oh he had the most endearing laugh. He also never failed to make a mess so I always found myself rubbing ice cream off his face, while he swatted at my hand.

That was back when I was happy. That was when my life perfect, and I had everything any man could dream of having.

And then one day, like magic, I lost it all.

I warned myself, I shouldn't think of Jude. I wiped tears from my lonely eyes, and looked up. I'm at the bar, and even though I know I shouldn't be here, I need this. I need it more than anything in the goddamn world, and I'll need it just as much tomorrow.

It was an older bar. Creaking wooden bar stools, rusted jukebox in the corner, and a bartender who's old eyes softened when he saw me. I come here often now, and normally by my tenth drink I start to uncontrollably ramble. The bartender, Darren, listens for awhile. Eventually I get too out of control, and he steals my phone and calls whoever he can find in my contacts to pick me up. I was starting to ramble already...

"Hey Darren, do yous like strawberry ice cream. Jude loved it, couldn't take the boys down this way without stopping at Emma's to get his ice cream. Extra sprinkles though Darren, can't forget themes. Chocolate one's to be exact." I slurred nodding my head, as if agreeing with what I said. I let out I sad laugh, and then abruptly dropped my head on to the counter. Why am I still so fucking miserable?

"Alrighty now Mr. Styles, lemme see that phone of yours so I can get someone to take you home." Darren said, holding out his hand towards me. I made sure to keep my head planted firmly planted on the table, and dropped my phone in his hand. A drunken way to tell him I wasn't happy the night was ending. I let out a loud groan as he began attempting to call people who, and ask them to pick me up. No one was answering of course, because nobody wanted to hear from me anymore.

"Hello yes, I'm here with Harry Styles, and he's terribly drunk. I'm just trying to find someone to take the poor lad home. Yeah over by Emmo's place, it's called Soothsayer. Alright thank ya sir." Darren hung up. He took my hand, placed the phone in it, and closed my fingers around it. I let my hand drop to table as well.

"What a sad sap you are." Darren mumbled to himself. The bar closed half an hour ago, but as always Darren waited for someone to come pick me up. I would watch as he would clean up the bar, and lock everything up.

"Aya kid, can I offer up some advice for ya?" Darren asked me. I nodded my head slowly in response, and he gave me a sad smile.

"You have a problem kid, keep drinking like this and it'll kill ya. Get some help lad, you have a drinking problem. I own a bar so trust me, I'd know one when I saw." Darren told me, and I nodded though I didn't hear him. I took note this was the second time I heard this today.

"Harry?" I looked up to see who my ride home tonight would be. I immediately felt my lips fall into a frown. He had called Liam...

Notes

So the first chapter is short, just something to give a feel for the stories vibes. I'm really siked about this one, and I'm think this story has the potential to be my best one yet, so I hope you like it...

All The Love,

~JR