Ana was my inspiration for this one, and also an old favourite Harriet scene. I really wanted to write a chapter where she was drunk. So here it is :) I hope you guys enjoy.
Harriet's POV
Last night was heaven. One of the best nights of my entire life. It was so simple yet so amazing. My mind drifted back into reality, I was in the pub daydreaming about what had happened the night before, the magical fairytale. Cain was late, as always. I was sat at the bar, with a pint in my hand when charity approached me.
"Waiting for someone?" She smirked, obviously knowing I was waiting for Cain.
"Yes, cain. Not that it's any of your business." I snappily replied, why did everyone feel the need to stick their noses where they weren't wanted.
"That's not very nice. So I heard you've forced Cain into moving in with you." She knew just how to push my buttons but I tried to not let it bother me.
"Think what you like charity." I say, standing up to move onto a table and wait for Cain there.
"Oh I don't think, I know. He told me, confessed that he didn't want to move in with you. That you pressured him." She told me, stopping me in my tracks.
"Yeah right." I scoffed before sitting down.
"Think what you like, we both know the truth." She replied before smiling and walking out the back. That woman knew just how to get to me, was she right? Did Cain feel pressured? I hope not.
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It was now 7 and Cain still hadn't turned up , I was beginning to think he'd stood me up. Maybe charity was telling the truth, he'd got cold feet and this was his way of letting me know. I feel like such an idiot, like he'd ever want to move in with me. I stand up and head towards the bar where Nicola and Laurel are sat.
"Fancy a girls night?" I ask, praying that they'll agree.
"Always!" Replied Nicola which didn't surprise me at all. I still remember the last time with the vicar.
"Yeah sure, I'll get the drinks in" Laurel smiled before ordering what seemed like a big list of drinks. She brought the drinks over on a tray and there was quite the assortment. Wine, Vodka shots, Sourz, Gin and tonic. You name it and it was probably there. I picked up the bottle of wine and poured myself a rather large glass of it. I knew I shouldn't have really, wine made me crazy and it often made me cry. But nether the less I put the glass to my lips and took a large sip. I wasn't even sure why I drank wine, it wasn't very nice in all honesty.
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An hour had eventually passed and with each drink we quickened the pace. Each glass off wine disappearing faster down my gullet. Before I knew it, I'd managed the whole bottle on my own and needless to say I was hammered.
"Cain was supposed to meet me here tonight but he didn't show. Not even a text." I said slurring each word I said.
"What a jerk!" Nicola shouted back to me.
"Hey! That's my boyfriend your talking about." I replied laughing, not even realising who was stood behind me.
Cains POV
"Harriet?" I questioned if the woman before me was in fact the same one as last night.
"Oh, look who finally decided to show up! Delayed were we?" She spoke, slurring her words with a slightly sarcastic tone.
"What? We were meeting at 8?" I replied confused to why she was grilling me, I was only 3 minutes late.
"No! We agreed 6." She responded back, shouting slightly.
"Harriet, it was definitely 8 babe. I told you I finished work at 7.30" I reminded her, trying not to sound too patronising.
"Oh. Well I'm with the girls now sorry" she replied laughing along with Nicola.
"I'll just leave you too it then. You seem to be having a pretty good time without me." I said before storming off. It wasn't her fault, she was drunk. I knew she hadn't meant it the way she had said it but I was annoyed, frustrated. I'd been looking forward to tonight all day, pushing through the hours until I saw her.
Harriet's POV
"Cain" I call after him as he disappears out of sight. "Maybe I should go after him." I say standing up and grabbing my bag and coat from the back of my chair.
"No, just enjoy tonight! You can deal with him in the morning. He needs to cool off babe." Nicola said trying to convince me to sit back down. Without a second thought I ordered another bottle of wine and sat back down with it. Pretty soon minutes turned to hours and it was almost 11 o'clock. Part of me wondered if Cain had gone back to the house, part of me wondered if he even cared. All my thoughts were soon interrupted by my favourite song coming on the duke box.
"You make my dreams." It was such a good song to dance to. Before I knew it I was stood up moving my hips to the bop that was playing. Me and Cain both loved this song, I suppose it was kind of our song. He'd laugh if he could see me know, making a complete fool of myself. It was only a matter of time before I sat in the middle of the pub crying into my wine glass, this song made me think of Cain. I wanted him here.
"I want Cain." I tell charity as she kneels down to get me up.
"Right well I'll ring him then." She tells me, as I sit and wait for him to turn up. That's if he even turns up.
Cains POV
"Harriets what?" I ask as charity explains, asking me to come and get her from the pub. Without a doubt in my mind I got my coat and walked to the pub. As I walked through the doors I saw her on the floor, as charity said.
"Harriet?" I say softly as I lift her chin up with my finger.
"I'm surprised you came." She scoffed before looking away from me, she'd obviously been on the wine. Evident from the black mascara marks down her face.
"Of course I came, you idiot." I say attempting to help her stand, she pushes me away before turning to the side again.
Hurt and confused I sat down next to her, unaware of the whole pubs gaze behind me.
"What's wrong? I don't understand. Is this because I was late?" I ask unsure of why she was acting so different.
"No, it's because you don't really want to live with me." She replied bluntly, wiping another tear from her cheek.
"What? Where did you hear that? Of course I want to live with you. I love you." I question, now connecting the dots to her off behaviour before.
"Why don't you ask your best mate." She shouts before looking over to charity.
"What the hell? When have I said that to you?" I shouted, probably slightly too loud as I once again grabbed the attention of everyone in the pub.
"Oh it was just a bit of fun, I didn't actually think she'd listen or believe me." She said laughing, she annoyed me so much.
"Why are people's lives such a joke to you, just because you've made such a mess of your own." I snap, probably being a little too harsh, but I was angry.
"Come on you, let's get you home." I say as I put my arm around Harriet to help her up.
"Where's home?" She asked, looking up at me with damp eyes.
"Our home. Come on, before it gets any darker." I say ushering her out of the pub.
"WAIT!" She shouts before turning around toward the now closed doors of the pub.
"What now?" I ask, wondering what she could have possibly forgot. We had everything, her coat, her phone and her bag.
"Where's my sword? She says digging around in her bag.
"Your what?" I ask, laughing unsure of what she meant, wondering if it was some kind of code word for something.
"My sword! Don't laugh, I need it Cain." She says continuing to look through her bag.
"Harriet, you don't have a sword. Come on, you can have my sword" I say, trying my best not to laugh.
"Well there's an offer I can't refuse." She giggles before continuing to walk towards our house.
Harriet's POV
We soon reach the door of our new house. Our house together. I knew I shouldn't had believed charity but then when he didn't turn up it made me think the worse. He was such an amazing boyfriend. Looking after me, protecting me. He lets us both inside with his keys and I collapse myself onto the sofa.
"My feet are killing me." I say attempting to take my high heel boots off my feet. Cain runs to my rescue as he takes them off for me before taking my coat and sitting next to me on the sofa.
"I love you, you know." He tells me, making a rush of butterflies appear in my stomach. Every time he says it to me it's like the first time.
"I know. I love you too." I reply smiling fondly at him before us both leaning in for a kiss.
We kiss for a while on the sofa before I pull back. Confused Cain gives me a strange look before I manage to get out my words.
"I think ... I'm gonna ... be sick." I tell him as he runs to get the bin. This was going to be a long night.
Hopefully you loved it! And I'm sure it's longer than usual.