My vision is spinning, my head is pounding and I can’t seem to find you anywhere at this club. I’ve been holding onto Louis for longer than he’d want me to but in this moment in time I need someone who’s atleast 1% more sober than me to take care of me. Normally it’d be you that I’m clutching on to, but I’m forcing Louis to drag me around the club till I spot you anywhere.

“I can’t find her, is she dead?” I whine into Louis’ shoulder, I’ve never seen him look so bored before. “Lou, what if she’s dead?” I panic, my eyes beginning to genuinely water and he just rolls his in response.

I sound like the biggest idiot ever.

“Harry, she’s literally been 5 minutes, I hate to break it to you but she’s probably doing her business in the bathroom.” Louis finally mutters to me and with that, I watch as the women’s bathroom door opens and you step out of it. My face lights up but I still clutch onto my best friend for dear life because I can hardly see. I wipe my eyes as you approach quickly, obviously you’ve noticed that I’ve almost cried over the ‘loss’ of you

I practically pounce onto you, putting my whole body weight on you and you hold me tight. You give Louis a questioning look but he just shrugs and walks away, clearly sick of my bullshit. I know that you’ll put up with me, ‘cause you love me and also partially because you have no choice.

“I thought you died, baby.” I slur, my hands gathering your hair in my fists for no particular reason. I’m just trying to get a taste of reality for the first time this hour. I think I’ll pass out if I get my hands on any more alcohol.