[Song: Hearts Ain't Gonna Lie by Arlissa & Jonas Blue]

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I hadn't gone out much since last time, for obvious reasons, but when B/F came over to my house, showing me Tom's latest Insta Story with Harrison in the background with the same girl as before, I decided not only to go out with her but that I was going to drink my sorrows away.

B/F had been on board with the idea for the sole reason of me not leaving my house for days, but began to regret agreeing to the idea when I got drunk out of my mind.

I don't drink.

I didn't roam around the pub. I mostly stayed by B/F's side. But then she went out to dance with a guy and I was left unsupervised at the bar.

I talked with some people, becoming some sort of social butterfly. That was very uncharacteristic of me. I think people were amused by just how drunk I was. Then lost interest for a while.

"Y/N?" My head snaps in the direction of the voice. Making my already blurry vision more blurry. I squinted my eyes to see some familiar brown curls.

"Harry!" I say happily. I stumble off the stool I was sitting on. I lose my balance but Harry steadies me.

"You're really out of it, aren't you," he chuckles but even drunk I could hear the concern in his tone. I lean against him.

"I missed you so much," I say with some difficulty.

"Okay. I'm taking you home. Right now. Come on." He wraps an arm around my shoulders helping me out of the building.

"But B/F," I tell him.

"I'll text her later," he assures me.

I follow him into a car. Maybe it was his but I couldn't tell in the state I was in. He drove and at some where half way I told him I felt sick. He pulled over. I threw up on the side of the road.

Harry held back my hair. Then he got me some water. I cleansed my mouth out thoroughly, sobering up quite a bit. I sat on the hood of his car. Emotionally exhausted.

"You feeling any better?" Harry asks me as he leans against his car. I nod my head not even looking at him. The minutes go by with us just being there. Eventually I sigh and move to rest my back on the windshield.

I looked up at the stars. There wasn't a lot but still enough to admire. Harry hops up to sit next to me. We hadn't had much time like this in a while. Just being together.

My eyes trace his features. The lights cascade over him. It's a moment like this that reminds me why I was so 'in love' with him. The caring nature along with the good looking face.

"Harry," I say softly. He turns to look at me. My hand reaches for his. He peers down at our hands then looks up at me with confusion. I lean in close to him. Enough so that our noses touch.

We both breath in deeply. His other hand goes to my cheek. Harry leans in just a little bit closer and the second our lips brush he pulls away.

"I'm sorry, I can't," he says going to lie back down on the windshield. He removes his hand from me.

It takes me a second to realize I've been rejected.

"Right," I say, dragging the word out. I slide off his car then walk forward. I make it no farther than five meters.

"Where are you going?" He shouts after me.

"Home," I simply say. I keep walking.

"You're in love with Harrison!"

I stop.

"How could you possibly know that?" I start charging over to Harry. "Everyone keeps bringing him up and I'm just so sick of it. Maybe I want someone different from him. Isn't that poss—"

The second I get close enough, Harry places his hands on the side of my face and crashes his lips onto mine. After a couple seconds of what the fuck, I kiss back.

I was kissing my best friend.