Why Did You Leave? (1D fanfic)

Georgia used to be really good friends with Harry. But then he left to audition for the X-Factor. Would he ever remember the friend he left behind? Please no hate :)


25. Drunk

I ended up drinking another bottle of wine, not caring the damage it could be doing to me. I just wanted to be out of pain. It wasn't long until I started to phone up Harry and ask why did he leave in the beginning without saying bye. 

"Harry . . .  Why did you leave and not say goodbye before you went on the X-Factor?" I slurred into the phone. 

"Georgia? You're not well, lay down for a bit." He said and hung up. 

"How fucking nice." I slurred into the dead phone and through it to the floor. I obeyed his instruction and fell onto the sofa face first. 

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and I yelled out 

"Come in!" and the door opened. It was Harry. 

"Georgia?" He asked puzzled and sighed when he must have seen the empty wine bottles and wine glass. "That's way too much wine, Georgia, you're going to do yourself so much damage. Why are you doing this?" He asked.

I just mumbled some gibberish, not really knowing what I wanted to say. My mind was too foggy. Harry knelt beside me and kissed my cheek. 

"Is it because of us?" He asked and I nodded. "Oh. I'm so sorry." 

"You're not sorry." and then I began singing "You're Not Sorry" by Taylor Swift. 

"Georgia, stop singing. Please. You're a brilliant singer but you need to be serious. Come on, let's get you to bed so you can rest." He said and picked me up. 

"N-no, H-Harry. I don't wanna go to bed." I slurred but fell asleep in his arms. 

I woke up with a massive headache and I felt like complete crap. It was daylight and I saw it was seven in the morning. I clambered out of bed and into the lounge to find Harry asleep on one of the sofas. Harry really did come. It wasn't a dream. I wondered if Harry really did kiss my cheek. 

"You stayed." I mumbled. I felt happy. Harry opened his eyes. 

"Yeah, you were in a terrible state, I couldn't leave you on your own. You could burn down the house." He replied. 

"Thanks for staying." I said giving him a small smile. "I'm sorry about slapping you." I apologised. 

"It's fine, I deserved it. I treated you unfairly and I hurt you. Plus I accused you of using Louis. I'm sorry." He apologised. 

"It's OK." I replied. 

"Please never drink so much wine again." Harry begged. 

"What do you expect me to do? I was heartbroken, just healed from one heartbreak and having to go through another!" I said sharply.

"Sorry, Louis broke up with you?" Harry asked. 

"Yes." I sniffed. 

"Oh." Harry mumbled. Then it went all awkward. 

"Not much good luck with relationships." I muttered. 

"Mm." Harry mumbled, staring at the ground. 


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