Nick's pov:

This stupid teenager, stupid, stupid, stupid, she's a stupid bitch.

 I hate her. 

Why do I always have bad luck?

"Hey, wait!" She says, walking after me as I stomp out of the bar.

My mates look confused and then spot the girl, "Hey!" Harry says, (classic Harry) grabbing the girl by the hand. She stares at him, her face red. Harry smirks at her, "Do you have anywhere you need to be right now?" Harry pulls her closer to him, smiling.

She shakes her head no, "Erm- n-no?.." She stutters, blushing even more. "Good." Harry whispers in her ear.

I walk home, a bit wasted at the moment. I stumble multiple times on the walk home, god.. I check my phone, 'Oh god, Char must be very worried now.. It's 4:30.. Hopefully he doesn't relapse..' I thought, very nervous and worried about Char.

10 minutes later.

Charlie's pov:

I hear the door open, I'm in the bathroom.. I had a relapse, it-it wasn't bad.. I only have a few cuts but.. I want to do more, I can't for Nick's sake though, "Nick?" I yell from the bathroom.

I hear Nick flop down onto the couch, "Char, where *hiccup* are you?" He slurs. "Erm- B-bathroom.." I stutter.

Nick bolts to the bathroom, "Char- Char, no! Stop, please.." He mumbles. "Oh god.. Oh god.. What do I do, what do I do?" He's panicking.

"Nick- Nick, stop panicking." I plead. "I- *hiccup* can't.." He mumbles.

Nick's breathing quickens, his heart racing. "Nick, calm down.."

I wipe most of the blood off my arms and hug Nick close, very close. "Shhh..." I comfort him.