I'm bored.

Once you meet someone so spectacular, you don't know what to do when they're gone. 

It's crazy because I really thought this thing with Harry wouldn't work. 

Of course, it's only easy because I'm not in the public eye. 

We barely talk now. The timezones are different, not to mention he's so damn busy with his tour. I don't feel like bothering him.

I've been working a lot more. Time is money, and I have a lot of time. 

Lily has been oddly quiet about the whole soulmate thing. I'm surprised she hasn't exploded yet. Unless, she told someone who really knows how to keep a secret. 

I lie here, on my bed. I scroll through social media and blast music through my headphones. 

I see Harry is trending once again. Curious, I click on it. Of course, this probably not a good idea. 

It's fine, I'm fine. 

My page is flooded with tweets of Harry and some girl. I look closely and notice that it's one of his exes. 

Ouch.

I look through the tweets and see what people are saying. Since she's a supermodel, everyone loves them together. There's definitely a mix of jealous fans, but most people are freaking out in a good way.

Some are even assuming they're soulmates since they're hanging out after a while...

Don't cry.

Before the tears can fall, I text Drew.

Dumb. I know.

I ask him what's the party plan for tonight. He seems shocked that I want to go out, especially because I've been avoiding him outside of work.

He texts me a couple of options, and I tell him to surprise me.

Before he can even text me back, I start getting ready. I plug my curling wand in and wait.

He texts back, saying he'll pick me up in two hours. 

That's plenty of time.

I take my sweet time getting ready. Jealousy and determination really make you productive. 

Once I'm ready, I go downstairs to grab something to eat. You should never drink on an empty stomach. 

Lily's eyes widen when she sees me. "Wow, I didn't know Harry was back already."

I roll my eyes. "He's not. I'm going out with Drew."

Her jaw drops to the floor. "What... But... why?"

"Well, it's none of your business..." I snap, grabbing an apple. "But I don't think it's fair while I have to wait around while he's out having fun with other people."

"Isn't that cheating?" She watches me with big eyes.

"No," I take a big bite. "We agreed we aren't going to be exclusive."

I still feel a slight twinge of guilt. It's not cheating, but it feels a little wrong.

"I cannot believe you're blessed enough to be soulmates with Harry Styles, a position any girl would kill to be in, and you're treating it like shit! God, I hate you!" She screams before storming upstairs. 

Huh... teenagers.

I get a text from Drew, telling me he's here.

I finish my apple and throw the core away. Once the door is locked, I hop into the red sports car.

Drew immediately kisses me on the lips and smiles, "I don't care if you have mono or the flu. I've missed kissing you."

I don't know if it's the absence of affection or the fact that I'm angry at Harry, but that tugs on my heartstrings.

I kiss him back and smile, "okay, but don't blame me if you get sick."

We don't waste time getting to the party. This time, it's at a sketchy location. I don't know how I feel about it.

Drew senses my hesitation. "We don't have to go if you don't want to."

"Fuck it, it'll be fun."

We get out of his car, and I grab his hand. Kinda out of fear. 

The party itself seems to be held in an old building. As soon as we walk in, the smell of weed hits me in the face. 

I immediately look down at the scar on my arm. A shudder runs through me.

Drew drags me through the room towards the back. He hands a guy some cash and receives a joint in return.

I smile and take it from him. He grabs an unused folding chair and shits down. I sit in his lap, facing towards him. I put the joint in my mouth while he lights it.

The speaker is blasting electronic music. A random amount of people are vibing, but some are actually dancing. You can tell most people at this party are gone.

I take a hit and blow the smoke into Drew's mouth. He inhales the smoke and smiles. My lips graze his for a moment, and then I take another hit.

He grabs the joint and does the same to me. When he takes his second hit, instead of letting him exhale, I kiss him, letting the smoke fill my lungs. 

We sit like this for a while, sharing one joint. 

He squirms and I look over. "I've got to pee," he says sheepishly. I get off him and sit on the chair as he leaves. 

I check my phone and see a couple messages from Audrey. She's asking where I am.

She obviously knows where I am. We share our location with each other at all times, just in case one of us dies.

Kidding, it's to make sure she's on the way to pick me up for work. But the other reason is valid too.

I respond, telling her I'm at a party. Hopefully, she's not offended that I didn't invite her. 

Drew comes back and sees me all comfy on the chair. 

"I'm gonna grab a drink. Do you want one?" He yells over the thumping bass.

I nod and he leaves again. I take a moment to look around the room. I see a dark figure leaning against the doorway of a random hallway.

It's him.

He doesn't make a move, and neither do I.

Once Drew comes back, he takes his initial position, and I sit on top of him. 

The jealousy spikes and I decide to kiss him. Drew laughs and kisses me back. 

He whispers in my ear, "You look extra hot tonight."

I appreciate the compliment, but it doesn't make me blush. "That's what happens when you're not sick anymore." 

He laughs again, almost spilling his drink.

Then, some asshole decides to bump into us. Drews drink spills all over me, and I let out a little squeal from the sudden coolness on my stomach. 

The guy is so far gone that he doesn't even notice. 

Drew begins apologizing profusely even though it's not his fault. I wave him off and tell him I'm going to clean myself up.

Thinking about it, there's no way Harry's here. He's on tour right now, probably spending the night with his ex.

He wouldn't be at this random party.

I ask around for the bathroom, but everyone's out. I eventually find it myself and begin washing up. I'm pretty sure this building used to be a retail area because the bathrooms are public style with stalls. 

The sinks are dirty, but they work. I rinse my shirt, but it's inconvenient. I pull it over my head, standing in only my bra. 

The water rushes over the fabric. I stand there for minutes, letting the water run. I stare at my reflection in the smudged mirror. Harry's reflection appears behind me, and I kiss the mirror, my red lipstick smearing and leaving a mark. 

Water begins to leak from the sink and drips on to the floor. I feel it dripping down my legs on to the ground.

I stand there, admiring myself and Harry's imaginary face in the mirror. 

A couple comes into the bathroom, and one of them runs into the stall. The other is holding the girl's hair as she pukes her guts out. I stare at them through the mirror, loving how the guy is helping the girl.

Would Harry hold my hair back?

The water begins to pool at my feet, around my shoes. I look down and back up again. 

"Oh my God, I peed myself," I cry. 

A tan hand reaches out and shuts the sink off. Tears begin to drop down my face out of embarrassment. I can't believe I peed myself.

"Hey, my shirt isn't finished taking a bath," I mutter between sobs. 

I look in the mirror. The couple in the stall is now gone, and I find myself alone in the bathroom once again. 

My tears stop as fast as they started. I look in the mirror to see I'm wearing a jacket.

I definitely wasn't wearing that before... unless I was. Maybe I was. 

My shirt is crumpled in the sink. I leave it in there and exit the bathroom. The hallway is incredibly long. I walk for 20 minutes before I reach the party.

I find an empty chair and sit. The chair must be short because I fall a good 5 feet before my butt reaches a surface. My legs are stretched out in front of me and I click my wet shoes together. They make the sound of a gong every time. I giggle, hitting them together repeatedly. 

The music has a nice flow to it. I begin to sway my body to the beat while still seated. I'm truly vibing.

Someone offers me a bottle of tequila and I chug it. It must be a cheap version because it hardly burns. I pretend it's strong and act like it's burning my throat. I don't want to offend the person who offered.

I smile and put the bottle next to me. I begin to sway again, completely on beat to the music. 

My face feels very hot, so I decide to put it on the cold tile. I rest my cheek on the floor and try to cool off. 

Everyone begins cheering, but I can't bring myself to join. 

I close my eyes and begin to fade out. 

Harry's P.O.V (from the beginning of the same day)

I trust Camille with my life. She's quite possibly the only ex I can even stand. 

Well, at least when it comes to sharing secrets. 

We meet at a cafe per my request. I need to tell someone about Ellie, and she couldn't give less of a shit to expose either of us.

Once she arrives, we hug and begin talking. 

"I just feel like she's the one. I mean, obviously, she is. She's my damn soulmate anyways." I explain. 

Camille smiles and puts her hand on top of me. "You're changing Harry. You're becoming a good man. I'm happy for you."

I guess I am... My reputation wasn't always untrue. I am a womanizer, a scumbag. Ellie's making me change into a better version of myself.

I thank her and explain my plans for today. I'm going to surprise Ellie by coming back today. We never discussed when I would be back anyways. 

The media catches us as we leave the cafe. I ignore the camera and walk back to my car.

For the whole flight home, I'm restless. I can't wait to meet my soul once again. 

Arriving at her house was exciting. I didn't have time to bring flowers because I needed to see her as soon as possible.

Lily opens the door and her jaw drops to the floor. I guess she's still not used to seeing me. I flash her a cheeky smile and ask about her sister. 

"She...she uh," she stammers. I begin to get really nervous. "She's out with friends."

I sigh. I thought something terrible has happened. I need to see her right now.

I ask for more detail, but all she can do is give me El's best friend's number. I text Audrey, informing her I want surprise Ellie. 

I don't know if this is a good idea, considering I risk exposing us as soulmates. 

She texts me an address, saying she's not with her right now. 

Hmm, I wonder what friends she's hanging out with. It seems weird that Audrey wouldn't be with her. 

I thank both the girls and hop into my car. I put the address in the GPS and follow the directions to a shady building. The area doesn't seem safe. 

I go inside and look for her. The place is practically filled with druggies. The room smells loud.

After looking around, I see her with him. 

She's sitting on his lap. They're sharing a joint but get high off each other.

How badly I want to be him right now. 

I lean against the wall, watching her. 

He leaves, comes back, then leaves again. I think about approaching her, but choose against it. We talked about this, and she's allowed to see him. We aren't exclusive.

I hold back from becoming jealous. It's not fun when I am.

He comes back, and they sit in the same position. I swear she glances over to me at some point. 

What kind of game are you playing Ellie? Did you not see me?

Some asshole bumps into them and a drink spills all over her. Once she gets up to leave, I stay close behind.

She eventually finds the bathroom and I follow her. I lean against one of the stalls as she stands by the sink.

I can tell she's too high. In an attempt to wash her shirt, she takes it off and soaks it in the sink.

Two people barge in but she's unfazed. We make eye contact in the bathroom mirror, and she kisses my reflection, leaving a smear of lipstick.

Hot.

I let her be until she starts crying. Something about peeing her pants?

She's definitely high. 

I decide to shut off the sink. She probably thinks the water on the floor is from her own bladder. I shrug off my jacket and place it around her, zipping it up so she's not exposed to the world.

She mumbles something about her shirt taking a bath.

Yeah, she's way gone. 

"I'll get you some water," I say. "Stay here."

I walk out and try to move through the crowd. Lucky for me, I don't risk getting recognized because everyone here is high as a kite. 

I finally find the bar and grab a sealed water bottle. By the time I'm back, she's gone. Of course, what else could I expect?

I look through the crowd in attempts to find her. Drew is in the same spot as before, but he's with some random girl. I keep searching frantically. The area is sketchy and I don't want her to leave without protection. 

I almost trip over someone during my search. I look down to apologize and there she is, sitting on the floor with her legs stretched out.  

Thank the lords.

I open the water bottle and give it to her. She drinks it and flinches. 

Does she think this is alcohol? 

She puts the bottle down next to her legs, groaning as if it burns her throat. 

"Let's get out of here," I yell. Either she can't hear me or she's far past gone. 

I begin to pick her up when someone shoves me from behind. It's Drew.

"Leave her the fuck alone man," he yells, shoving me again.

I can feel my eyes darkening. Anger is rushing through my blood. Who does he think he is? 

Without hesitation, I punch him straight in the nose. People around me start cheering. I ignore the attention and look over at Ellie. She's lying on the gross floor. I pick her up bridal style and get her out of this damn trap house. 

Author's note:

Hey! I thought it would be cool to show both P.O.Vs at the same time because you see what's going through Ellie's head as she's high, and then what's really happening with his. I just thought it was trippy lol.