A/N: I started writing a one shot. But I got a bit carried away so I decided to upload it in parts. This is part one. There’s no real action in this one. But hey we’ve got to start somewhere. Let me know what you think, and requests are always welcome.
In which Y/N and Harry are best friends and go out one night. Harry tries to say a bit sober to take care of Y/N and bring her home save.
Going out with my best friend always lead a night we’d never forget. One of those nights you talk about years after they happened. She always turned onto the craziest person ever when she’s drunk. She can’t help it, she loves to let go.
‘Let’s go for another round of shots.’ She exclaimed. She was clearly getting there, totally wasted. Which means I’d be the one taking her home and putting her into bed. I did it a lot of times before. I stayed over once before because I was not so sober myself and didn’t think it was a promising idea to go home by myself.
Y/N walked over to the bar and came back with four shots of tequila along with four lime wedges. Oh god. Why four, I question myself. Two wasn’t enough?
‘Two shots for monsieur and two shots for madame.’ She says as she takes the shots off the tray and put them in front of us. ‘I hope you’re okay with tequila.’ She adds.
‘One wasn’t enough for you?’ I ask her and put a little salt on my hand to lick it off. I take a shot in my hand. I knock it back in one gulp and bite down on the lime right after it. I let the liquor sink in. I’m so not made for tequila but honestly who is?
‘One would’ve been enough for me, but not for you. You clearly need some more booze. What did you drink, huh? Three beers? Maybe four.’ She complains after she takes her shot.
‘Well, one of us has to stay clear in their head. And that’s obviously going to be me, love.’ I tell her. She makes a pfft sound at me and gulps her second shot down her throat. A smashing sound took my attention right back to the table. She’d put her glass down on the table. I think she didn’t like my comment.
‘Take your shot Harry, you need it.’ Her hand takes the remaining shot to my lips. ‘Shit the salt.’ She comments at herself as she puts the shot down to put salt on her hand. ‘There you go.’ Is all she says as she holds her hand in front of me to lick off the salt, followed by the small glass on my lips and a lime shoveled in my face.
I gag at the lime. The sour taste isn’t much of a pleasure plus getting a lime wedge stuffed into your mouth isn’t the nicest thing ever. Apparently thinks it’s funny cause she’s laughing in tears. She turned around to head back to the bar. I run after her, she shouldn’t get another drink. She had enough already.
I stop her by taking her by the arm. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’ I ask her, and she shakes her head.
‘No, just one more.’ She whines like a little child. Oh, why did I ever agree on going out with her. I knew I’d end this way.
‘What about I bring you home and we drink a glass of wine when we get there?’ I suggest. Her body relaxes and she doesn’t try to get away anymore.
‘Whatever you want.’ She responds and points a finger at my chest playfully. ‘Let’s go home.’
I make my way to the wardrobe to get our coats. I hold up hers to help her get into it. ‘There you go, love.’ I say as I put on my leather jacket. I take her hand and lead her outside. ‘Let me get a taxi.’ I murmur. And raise my hand up to stop one driving by.
I help her get in the backseat and walk around to get in on the other side. ‘288 Oldfield Lane North, please.’ I request the driver.
After a solid twenty-minute ride, he stops at Y/N’s driveway. ‘It’ll be £17,- please.’ The driver speaks. I hand him a £20,- bill. ‘Keep the change.’ I tell him as I open the door on Y/N’s side to get her out of the car.
‘Harry, you’re the bestest.’ She says when I walk her to her door, making me chuckle. ‘What? Why are you laughing. I mean it Harold, you are the nicest.’ She says defending herself.
‘I know you think so, love.’ I tell her. ‘Where are your keys?’ I feel in her coat pockets, but there’s nothing in there. She fidgets with her purse. As she finds her keys she immediately hands them over to me. She’s just too lazy to unlock the door to her apartment herself.
I open the door and walk in, holding the door for Y/N. ‘You’re being such a gent.’ She exclaims. I chuckle once again taking her coat and hanging it where it belongs. I bet if I didn’t take it she would’ve just thrown in down on the ground.
She makes her way to the kitchen. ‘What about that glass of wine?’ she asks and she takes two wineglasses out of the cabinet. She turns around to grab a bottle of wine from another cabinet but to her disappointment there were none. ‘Harry, I think we have a problem. I’m out of wine.’ She says clearly sad about not getting that one last drink.
‘What about a beer?’ I suggest. Somehow, I started craving beer out of nowhere. I thought I had enough for tonight but I’d really would like an ice-cold beer right now. Y/N walks to her fridge to check for beer and turns back to me with two bottles high up in the air and the goofiest smile ever. ‘C’mere.’ I hold out my hand to take the bottles from her and open them. I hand one over to Y/N.
I take of my shoes and let my body fall down on the couch, putting my feet on the coffee table. Y/N sits down next to me. I feel her eyes staring at me. I take a large sip of my beer. Oh, I was craving this so much.