luck | harrison osterfield au

1. january

...HAPPY NEW YEAR...

People were screaming, hugging, kissing and I'm pretty sure I saw someone throwing confetti in the corner. Must be a lonely loser just like me.

I looked over at Harrison and there was that weird moment when you don't know if you should go for a handshake or for a hug because you are not so close but not complete stranges either. I was just in the middle of deciding when I felt someone jumping on me from side and giving me a kiss on cheek. It was Liz and her pretty wet kiss smelled like every alcohol I don't like. Dispite this it was a really nice gesture so I returned it and waved over to Blake while mouthing Happy New Year.

Without warning Harrison hugged us both and yelled his wish so loudly that I nearly became deaf for a moment and started to worry about my carrier as a musician. The blond then gave us both a kiss on cheek which was pretty unexpected and sweet at the same time. He had to be more drunk that I thought. When our embrace ended Liz was once again sucking Blake's face.

I don't know what is so magical about the New Years kiss but I've always wanted to get one. I also wanted a kiss under the mistletoe and here I was getting neither of them. The only kiss I got was from Liz which were the only New Years kisses I've ever got and now I could count Harrison's too. That's two this year. Maybe I'm not such a loser after all.

My egotrip ended when I saw Liz vomitting right on the floor beside me. I looked around if anyone had seen it but everyone was so caught up with their bussiness that they didn't notice a thing.

'I think she has enough for today.' Big brother had spoken and motioned to Blake to help him carry a bit confussed and tired Liz.

'Kate grab her stuff, please. We're gonna take her to my car and could you take my coat, too?' Harrison asked and started moving towards the front door.

'Of course. I'll be there in a minute.' I responded and did as he asked.

When I finally collected all the things and stepped out of the house I saw Harrison sitting in the drivers seat. What the hell?

'Hey, what do you think you are doing?'

'Um...driving you all home?' He responded with a questioning look.

'No, you are not. You are drunk.' I pointed out.

'No, I'm not. I haven't drunk any alcohol because I was supposed to be the driver for the lovebirds and their thirdwheel.' He smirked, started the car and was driving us home.

I was whiped. He wasn't drinking?

'Then why didn't you say anything and didn't drove us to the diner?'

'I felt like we both needed some therapeutical walk. And to be honest I didn't want to be there for the countdown and see all the couples being happy and cheesy like these two in the back. I'm not jelous or anything but I'm just trying not to think about Amelie.' He added without taking his eyes of the road but I could feel that it was hurting him more that he wanted to admit.

'Do you reckon she could cheat on you?' I dropped the bomb that we both were thinking about. Maybe it wasn't the best time to bring it up while he was driving through dark streets of London. Although I felt like it would be better for him to take it out of his mind.

Harrison looked over at me for a second and forrowed his brows on the road.

'I don't know. As far as I know her, she would never do that. However it would not bothered me any bit if she was honest with me and ended it the moment she found out she doesn't love me anymore.' He raised his voice for a moment and looked over if Liz and Blake heard anything.

I looked over just to see Liz sleeping on Blakes arm. He was looking out of the widow and was pretending like he didn't hear a thing. I already like that dude.

'Maybe she wasn't sure. She could still like you but that the other guy came in and she just started to feel confused. Amelie doesn't seem like bitch. It's hard when you have mixed feelings. She just didn't choose the right way to find out. Pushing you aside while going out with someone else. You don't deserve this.' I ended my statement.

I try not to judge people because you never know what is going on in their lives, what they feel and how they feel. I didn't know her but I know that confussed feeling are the worst.

'I haven't looked at it from this perspective. I guess the only way out of this situation is to talk about it with her and finding the solution together if she is willing to.' Harrison suggested and suddenly parked the car in front of some house I didn't recognise.

'Thank you for giving me ride. See you at diner later today.' Blake said as he kissed Liz for the last time and got out of the car.

We all said goodbye and were on the road again.

'Will you be attending The dinner, too?' The boy asked when we stopped at traffic lights.

'Yeah, I was kinda forced to.' The dinner was something like a tradition for our parents. They did it every year. It was basically a dinner to start the New Year well and in a good mood. But it wasn't mandatory so we didn't have to be present at them. This year was different. Liz was bringing someone over and that never happened and she wanted me to help her. This year was my parents turn to organise The dinner.

'Thank God. I was, too. By this drunk moron and mum because they wanted a nice formal greeting for that Blake guy.' Harrison said and was immidiately hit by Liz.

'Be respectful and don't talk about him like that. He is so dreamy and nice. You should learn from him.' Liz defended her darling while Harrison was making faces to make an impression of her. I had to laugh.

' I can see you in the mirror you know that right. Now put on some music I want to party.' Liz somehow managed to switch on the radio and started singing. She was still pretty hammered.

When we finally arrived at the Osterfield ressidence noone was there because mum and dad Osterfield were with my parents at our house to help with The dinner.

Liz immidiately run to her room craving her bed and Harrison and I followed her. And just when I wanted to step to her room to get some sleep as well I heard that Harrison stopped right in front of his room.

'Thank you, Kate for listening to me. It helped me a lot.' He got out of himself and I have to smile at nice gesture.

'It was my pleasure to listen to you. I didn't feel that bad about myself anymore so thank you, too. Good night.' I added as I closed the bedroom door.

'Good night.'

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Another chapter of sweet nothings is out. Hopefully it's not confusing with that much information at once. I love the story so far. Hoper you do, too.

xoxo wildflower