two | h.s. - t.c.

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Harry's pov

when i woke up this morning i felt like i had been hit by a car inside and out. i had the biggest hangover i've ever had in a while, and my actual body was so sore. i slowly got out of bed, groaning from the soreness.

when i looked in the mirror, i knew for a fact that i wasn't punched only three times. i had a cut near my lip, my cheekbone red and almost bruising. under and around my eye was red too, turning shades of blue, puffing up a bit. i took off my clothes to take a shower, seeing some bruises on my sides. i quickly turned away, upset as i turned the water on.

i heard my phone go off, so i quickly checked it. for some reason i hoped it was jenny. it wasn't a text, but instead a reminder.

it read:
flight to cali at 3 pm.

what?

i quickly checked my recent purchases to see that i did, in fact, buy a plane ticket to california last night. i checked the time, seeing that it was almost two pm.

i cursed under my breath, getting into the shower. i moved quicker than i should've, feeling a bit dizzy once i was finished, in my towel as i gathered all my clothes, throwing them into a suitcase. i could've cancelled the flight if i wanted to, but i'm actually more than happy to leave. i'd rather be with my friends right now. rather be with jenny. i would ask myself why on earth my drunk self decided to purchase a plane ticket to california, but i knew the reason was her.

i put on sweats, stuffing anything i thought i'd need for the beach house into my suitcase. i made sure to get my passport and all the important stuff, putting things in my carry on bag.

i had a feeling there'd be paparazzi at the airport, even though this whole thing was last minute. i'm sure my name was being talked about on the internet already, considering all those people recording last night.

i don't even remember what i did or what i said, all i remember was going into the bathroom after having that conversation with my dad. i remember drinking, and that's it. i knew i had to have said and done something inappropriate that upset my dad, hence the state my body was in right now. i knew these marks were from him, i could just tell.

i threw my bag over my sore shoulders, holding my suitcase down the stairs. at the end of the staircase was a piece of glass, and i nearly stepped on it, causing me to grip onto the railing. i went around it, only to see that the whole kitchen was filled with broken glass, everything knocked over.

i sighed, walking towards the kitchen as i checked the time. it was 2:20, and i knew i had no time to clean this all. instead i quickly got the broom from my closet, pushing everything into a pile in the kitchen, hoping i'd come back one day and pick it all up.

i checked my recent texts, seeing that i had asked nate yesterday to drop me off at the airport. and sure enough, he pulled up to the gate, and i let him in. i put my shades on and that hat of my hoodie up before i walked out the door, rolling my suitcase next to me.

nate got out of his car, helping me with my suitcase though i was capable of doing it myself. "thank you." i said, and he nodded, opening the trunk.

"no...for everything. i know i was a mess last night and you were there for me. you had to put up with my behavior." i said as he put my suitcase in the trunk. "i'm sorry."

he shut the trunk, looking at me. "none of this is your fault, it's never your fault. you know who's at fault here." he said, "and even though you might've done a shit job at spreading the message," he said as he laughed, and i smiled, "i'm still proud of you for standing up to them."