I knock on Harry's door, grinning. I wasn't joking about staying- we have pub golf tomorrow, might as well make a night out of it.

I brought clothes though. I'm not going back home to change. I came in an oversized black t-shirt and grey shorts.
Harry opens the door and his face lights up.
"Hey, El" He grabs my waist and pulls me in, and I don't look away as I shut the door behind me and drop my bag.

"Heya, Harry" I say with a giddy smile.
I walk to his couch and sit down, and he quickly follows.
"About last night" He starts vaguely.
I nod him on.
"Tell nobody" He finishes.
Uh oh.
I nod "Obviously"
Whoops! Sorry Harry.

"Especially Ethan" I laugh "or JJ"
"Oh god no" Harry looks mortified at the thought.
"Or Charlie, because she's gonna asume we're dating" Harry nods.
"She wouldn't leave me alone" I smile.
"Like me, if you think about it" Harry jokes.

I roll my eyes and kiss him, but it's cut short by my phone buzzing.
I pull away with an annoyed groan, Harry's hand never leaving my back as I kneel on the couch beside him, legs comfortably shoved behind me.

ARTHURRR 📺:
ARE YOU AND HARRY COMING TOMORROW

you:
AH YES WHY

ARTHURRR 📺:
no reason i just miss you

you:
your actually adorable
but yes we are

ARTHURRR 📺:
ok thats all bye see u soon x

you:
bahahahahahah bye arthur x

"I love Arthur" I laugh.
"He's great, isn't he?" Harry agrees.
I chuckle and nod, and... resume.

It's twelve at night now, we've just stayed up talking. Harry brushes hair from my face "Does this feel weird?"
"What?" I question.
"This... what do we call it?" Harry asks.
"Can't call it friends with benefits, that's a lot" I laugh.

His arm is wrapped around my shoulder, and we haven't moved from the couch. Just laying down lower now, half asleep, willing myself to not fall asleep.

He chuckles softly "Too right"
We don't speak. We don't need to. I sigh softly and let my eyes flutter shut.

Blazing sunlight shines through the window, illuminating the room through the thin, half-covering-the-window curtains. I blink the sleep from my eyes to see nobody beside me.
My heart drops.

Did he leave? But it's his apartment. Maybe he went to get stuff done?
I sit up, hair falling down over my shoulders.
"She arises" I hear a familiar voice chirp.
My shoulders relax while I turn to face Harry.

"What has you up so early, Lewis?" I rest my chin on the back of the couch.
"Had to answer the door. Well, not answer, I heard a bang and didn't want you to wake up so I went and checked. Ended up being a cat that knocked over a plant pot" He leans on his kitchen counter.

I laugh "Cat's are cuties. Any coffee makers?" I rub my eyes and stand up, my too big t-shirt falling over my grey shorts.
He nods towards the counter with a black, shiny coffee maker.

"Nescafe? Look at you" I laugh.
He laughs "Their fucking impossible to work out"
"Your just a bit dim" I pat his shoulder.

"Ha ha" He smiles while I wait on the coffee.
I turn towards the machine, listening to the soft hum as it works its magic before I feel Harry slip his arms around my torso.

"Morning to you too, honey" I turn to look at him.
"Morning honey" Harry teases.
My eyes search his face briefly before I turn back around and continue my coffee-making process.
Harry only moves when I make my way back to the couch. He goes back to leaning on his kitchen counter.

"George texted me" Harry announces.
I nod "What'd he say?"
"Asked what time we were going around to his at"
"What time is it now?" I wonder aloud.

Harry checks his phone "One"
"What?! Oh god, if it starts at half five... tell him we'll be around about three"
He nods "Right, ok"
I abandon my coffee on the table, sighing from pure exhaustion.

"What do we do for two hours?" Harry questions.
I smile, turning towards him "We could, let's have a think... have patience"

Harry groans "Boring"

We're all stood outside at a random pathway, Stephen doing the intro while we stand in teams: Me, Harry and George then Arthur, Chris and Bach.

"Right! I think i've wasted enough time, and I think everyone agrees" He claps "let's head to the first pub!"
George and Arthur cheer while we begin our walk to the pub.

Me, Harry and George are team Germany while the other boys are team England.
"Stephen, d'you drink?" George asks.
"No, George, I don't drink anymore because i'm better then everyone"
Everybody cracks up while Stephen gives a smile.

"Fucking hell, can we start drinking? I'm boring" Arthur asks George like an excited child.
George bursts out laughing "I'm boring" He repeats, wheezing.
We all order our first drinks, but we don't get to just drink them. For challenge one, you have to chug your drink as fast as you can.

Bach starts us off, followed by me, George, Arthur, and one by one we finish our drinks.
We start our first game: passing round a drink while Stephen asks is questions, whoever's answer is invalid drinks.

We finish off with Arthur, Harry, Bach and Chris drinking. We're all chatting on the way to pub two.

It's dark out now, and we're heading to the last challenge. One more pub, six more drinks.
I'm walking with George, both of us in front of everybody else before I hear a wince.
"Ow, fuck!" Harry's laugh follows.
I whip my head around to see him holding his hand over his cheek.

We all stop walking to laugh and check he's ok.

"You stupid bitch!" I laugh, but panic slowly fills my body because he hasn't told us what happened.
"Move your fucking hand" I mumble and he obliges, looking down at me as I reach up and cup his face with both hands.

He has a long scratch going down his left cheek, and a mini one going underneath. Both are sprouting blood, but haven't started gushing. I laugh.

"Well? What happened?" I ask, like a concerned mother.
"Walked into a short as fuck tree, which just so happened to be shorter then I thought. Turned my head to the side of the thorns as we passed and this happened" He explains while I run my thumb just under the scratch.

I sigh "You simple man. Come on then, you can still drink with a scratched face, can't you?"

HANNAHS NOTES:
hi guys so im actually not an alcoholic these videos are just funny and fun to use for prompts