In another world, Harry would be excited to go out with his group of friends for a classic blokes night out at the pub. Nowadays he'd prefer to stay at home in the loneliness of his own apartment with a beer in hand, but his friend Liam had other plans. Harry had done the most to avoid leaving his flat, but after several text messages and nagging phone calls, there was a knock on his front door.

     Oblivious to who it was, Harry pulled himself off the couch and walked over to the door, his sock-covered feet sliding across the wood-paneled floor. He opened the door, greeted with a stern faced Liam, who stood before him with his arms folded across his chest.

     "After so many times, you would think Harry Styles would come to realize that Liam Payne is very, very persistent. And doesn't give up until he gets what he wants." Liam said, and Harry rolled his eyes. He turned away from the doorway, walking back inside his apartment and leaving the front door open for his friend.

     "Why exactly are you talking in the third person?" Harry asked, plopping back down on the couch and fixating his eyes back on the television show he was originally watching. Liam followed behind, grabbing the remote and pressing the power button. Harry frowned as the screen went black.

     "I have no valid explanation for that one, it just felt right," Liam concluded, tossing the remote on the other couch away from Harry. "You're coming out tonight, enough of staying locked up in this cramped apartment."

     "Hey, I like this cramped apartment," Harry defended, though it was a lie. He does wish that he was able to afford a nicer one. It would be nice to have a flat that had more than just four rooms.

     "Well sorry to break it to you Harold, but tonight you are leaving this flat and coming out with the guys and I," Liam said, and Harry groaned as he was pulled up off of the couch. Liam walked away towards Harry's bedroom, rummaging through his closet for clothes that were more appealing than the pajamas Harry currently had on. Harry followed behind, shaking his head. "So you're telling me that I'm being dragged out against my will, and I can't decide what to wear?"

     "You brought this upon yourself," Liam said, settling on a white button up with a polka-dotted pattern, tossing it in Harry's direction.  Rolling his eyes, Harry pulled the button up over his shoulders, on the muscle tank he was already wearing.

     Liam changed directions to Harry's dresser drawer, scavenging through the different drawers for pants. Accidentally peeping in his underwear drawer, Liam's eyes caught the bright red pair with little pink hearts decorating them. He picked them up, showing them off to Harry as he bursted into laughter. "Cute, Harold."

     "Hey," Harry whined, reaching out and snatching the briefs from his friends hands. His cheeks were on fire from embarrassment, tossing them across the room and out of Liam's reach. "They were on sale, alright."

     "Sure they were," Liam snorted, finally reaching the bottom drawer that held an unnecessarily amount of skinny jeans. Liam grabbed a pair of light blue ones, handing them up to Harry from his crouched position on the floor. "Now, get changed," He stood up, pushing the drawer shut with his foot before making his way over to the door. "And don't think for a second that you can lock me out of this room as a way of getting out of going out tonight."

     Liam reached above the doorway, snatching the spare key that Harry hid above the doorframe. He showed it off to his friend, who stood there with a pout. Liam turned away, heading back out to the living room to wait.

     Harry mumbled curse words to himself as he stepped out of his sweatpants and into the skinny jeans Liam picked out for him. Looking into his stand up mirror next to his dresser, Harry didn't realize how tired he actually looked despite having stayed home all day. He carelessly ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it until it was deemed acceptable to him.

     Before leaving his room, Harry grabbed the pill bottle off of his nightstand, dumping one of the capsules into his hand. Putting it in his mouth, he chased the pill down his throat with the bottle of water that resided next to the bottle on the table. Setting the water bottle down, he glanced at himself in the mirror one last time before heading out into the living room where his friend was waiting.

     He would try to have a good night, he at least owed himself that.