Chapter 7

Chapter 7

With each sip of the drink, I felt the burden upon my heart fall. As with running, I knew it was only a temporary escape from the ache, but I'd rather have an inch to breathe, than to be suffocated by my memories. With each glass I gulped down, I could feel my worries lift.

Never erased.

The thoughts clung to me, but the drink in my hand washed the numbness over the painful wound on my heart. It was still there.

Bleeding.

At least I couldn't feel where her words had cut into me, leaving a jagged bloody scar. Soon I began to loosen up. Flirt with a few girls. Even dance a little. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dougie begin to worry as I moved amongst the crowd's in a drunken state. Eventually he turned round on his stool and ordered himself a drink. After I had a few dances, I went to return to Dougie. Next to him was a girl. I hadn't seen her round the room at all, so she must've just walked in. I started to walk towards the two in a dizzy state.

When I finally made it to their stools, I placed a hand on the backs of each chair to maintain balance. Dougie looked at me shocked, he'd never seen me like this before, but I didn't care.

"'Ehwow Doogee…" I grinned at them.

I looked over at the girl and held out a hand. She was quite pretty. Hey I might have a chance with her.

"'Ello, love. 'm 'arry." I said my name the best I could without slurring.

She did nothing. She looked at the hand I'd offered, then turned her stare to me. I'd never been looked at so cold in my entire life. Her lovely green eyes penetrated through me until I changed my sights.

"So Dougie," I swayed a little. "'ose this lil demon chick over here?"

Dougie just looked at me ashamed and embarrassed.

"Doug," the chick spoke up. "This can't possibly be Harry."

"It is." Dougie spoke under his breath.

"I expected him to be fairly different," she grew unhappy. "Not some sloppy drunkard with no manners. I'm sorry to sat, but this is a disappointment…I expected a little more of him. I suppose it's my mistake though, to have set such high expectations for someone else…" she trailed off away from our conversation.

"Yeah," I spoke to make her think she hadn't hit a note with me. "Your fault…"

I watched as she stood and slung her purse over her shoulder.

"I've got to go." Disappointment and regret snuck into her tone. "See you round?"

"Definitely," he stood with her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you to." She grinned.

"I'll leave you access at the entrance backstage."

She nodded.

"I'll tell them your name, when they ask just say your name and who invited you."

"Thank you so much!"

This was when the beers started to get to me. I began to sway as everything I once saw went fuzzy and started to spin. With darkness clouding my vision, my legs gave way and I passed out.