Later that Night

Harry’s POV
‘’Niall, c’mon mate.. we gotta get going!’’ I yell over the music as he tries to continue dancing. ‘’Noooo.. Hazzzzz!! Lets have some funnn!’’ He yells back. ‘’No, Jana’s going to kill you.’’ I say. ‘’Oh Fuck Jana! I ain’t scared of her!’’ He laughs lightly as he throws his right arm around a drunk girl.


‘’Besides.. I got me a girl!’’ He laughs again. ‘’Yeah. And she’s waiting on you at home.’’ I sigh back. The girl starts touching Niall’s chest, flirting with him. ‘’Stop it please, he’s married.’’ I say. ‘’I don’t believe you.’’ She says with sass at me. ‘’Well look.’’ I say, grabbing Niall’s left hand and holding it to her face.

‘’You see that, bitch? That’s a fucking wedding ring. He’s married. He’s got three kids.’’ I say, pulling Niall’s arm from around her. ‘’Harry! Stop bro.. you ruinin’ my night!’’ Niall whines like a baby as I start to drag him towards the exit by his elbow.

‘’Shut up.’’ I snap and he rolls his red puffy eyes. ‘’Jana’s gonna fucking hate me.. I promised I wouldn’t let you get drunk.’’ I mumble, mainly to myself because I knew he wouldn’t have answered me anyways.

“Jana! I wanna see my wife, Harry!’’ Niall yells as we finally make our way through the exit door. ‘’I’m taking you to your wife soon.” I assure him as he slings his arm around my shoulders.

‘’Harry.. I wanna go home to my wifey.. and my babies..’’ He says in my ear. ‘’I know Niall. I know.’’ I sigh gently. ‘’Take me home!’’ He yells at the top of his lungs, then laughing shortly afterwards.

“I am, I am. Damn it. Shut up and stop yelling.’’ I tell him. ‘’Okay.. as long as you take me home!’’ he yells, again. ‘’Niall.’’ I warn, not in the mood anymore. ‘’Sorry Harry.. Okay, as long as you take me home!’’ He whisper yells at me. I nod and he nods back as I glance at him.

Dear God please forgive him. He’s so damn stupid when he’s drunk, but hey.. aren’t we all?

I get to my SUV and I open the back seat door for that fucking idiot. I shove him in after he some how makes it to the edge of the seat. He falls on his back on the seat and laughs as he holds his legs up so his feet can touch the ceiling.

I've learned a few things about Niall since we've met. And one of those is that when he gets drunk... he gets drunk.

As I start the car up, Niall begins singing to me. Fuck my life. Oh God, whatever I did to earn this, I'm sorry. I roll my eyes as he continues on for a while.

"She got a body like an hourglass. But I can give it to you all the time!" He yells out. Did I mention its not really singing, he's just yelling the lyrics to random fucking songs.

"'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play! And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!"

I glance in the mirror at him. Dear God, why? He was on his knees on the seat, his shirt was off, and apparently he thinks its okay to touch himself around me. I'm not saying he was full blown jacking off, but he was palming himself through his pants. In which, it was a sight I wish I had not seen.

"You could at least sing some better songs.'' I mumble with a sigh. ''Really! Okay!'' He squeals like a little girl. I furrow my eyebrows, I didn't expect to hear that. And so, like I knew he would, he'd kept singing.

"Woah! we're half way there! Woah! livin' on a prayer! Take my hand, we'll make it I swear! Woah! livin' on a prayer!"

"Dear God... please.'' I beg in a whisper as I continue to drive towards Niall's house, which seem to be getting further and further away the more he kept on singing. And well, lets just say Niall kept on singing.. that's all I really want to talk about. I'd hate to ruin your night by telling you the rest....

Notes

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