euphoria. (hs)

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Last Week:

I walked out of the room just needing to get out of there. I turned back and saw Harry watch me confused. "We haven't even finished talking yet." He stated.

I didn't answer but walked faster out of the room and down the staircase. I don't know what's worse, that the fact that I'll probably never be with him or the fact that I thought I actually had a chance. I'm a foolish girl, that's all.

I walked into the kitchen not even paying attention to what people were giving me. I just need to get my mind off things, and right now, this is the only thing that will help. I chugged down the beverage liking the way it stung going down my throat. I hissed laughing to myself going for another cup.

I could feel the alcohol taking over my body as I felt dizzy along with my sudden attitude change. I never really act so out of control but here I am in the center of the dance floor bumping and grinding with random guys. I felt a pair of hands grip my hips. His hands were caressing all over my body trying to touch every inch of me, literally. I turned around hoping it could be Harry but no, to my luck it was some meat head with a massive beard going on. I got out of his grip backing away from him.

"Don't fucking touch me." I spat in disgust. He rolled his eyes. "Baby I know you want me, now get back over here and work your magic all over Daddy." I was livid. "You sick fuck!" I lashed out. "None of you know how to treat a girl! You think you can just walk all over me, but I'm fucking sick and tired of it." I screamed. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me in shock. "All of you!" I yelled pointing at every guy I could see. I began to tear up, "Just learn how to treat a women." I began sobbing having the girls lead me out of the house.

Present..

I laid down on my couch watching some movie. Last weekend, nothing like that could ever happen again. I am going to retire on drinking that is for sure, that and stay the hell away from that damn frat house. How fucking humiliating. Everything is all such a blur really. I mostly remember yelling and screaming and then coming home and crying.

Only a couple days ago Niall came over with Katie and showed me a video of myself. It was such a complete ass move to video tape me but Im kind of glad he did. It's a mistake that is turning into a life lesson. A life lesson to steer clear away from the hard alcohol. And with me being me having the best luck, Katie informed me that Harry witnessed the whole thing. I fucked up, I really did.

I didn't even bother to check my phone at all this week. I have too much shame in myslef to make contact with anyone. I mean hell the reason why I even opened the door for Niall and Kaite was becuase I thought they were the pizza guy.

I heard my phone go off for the fifth time within an hour. Jesus Christ who in the world could that be? I picked up my phone and glanced down at the caller ID. My eye sockets buldged out of my head. Harry's name was shown full blast on the screen. Hell to the no am I answering that. He doesn't even like me so why is he even bothering with calling me? I turned my phone on silent finally being able to watch this damn movie in peace.

With the television being the only light in the house I groaned once more seeing my phone light up. I glanced down at it to see it was Harry who texted. Of fucking course. He's been trying to get into conact with me all week along with everyone else. Can't they just see I want to be left alone? I slid open the text message rolling my eyes at the simple words he sent.

-Ignoring my calls isn't going to get you far in life...

He literally doesn't know when to stop. I yawned setting my phone down once more making sure to have the screen face down. I snuggled into my comforter. I watched the old 80's film in sadness.