Deceived Love

Chapter Twenty Three**

Harry’s P.O.V.

W.T.F.

I lost her, I did. I was currently drowning in alcohol, already on my fifth round of drinks. “Midnight Daze” was stuffy as hell, but like, I didn’t give a fuck. I just lost the love of my life, the one, Amanda. People were everywhere, dancing and drinking on the dance floor.

But I know she still loves me, I love her for fuck’s sake. Then why the heck did she break up with me like that?! I couldn’t stop thinking about her. How I wanted her to run to my arms right this second and tell me it was all a lame joke, that she did want me.

“Harry, I think you should go, or call a friend to give you a ride back home. You look totally wasted,” I heard a female voice in front of me. It was Debby, the familiar waitress. She was leaning on the counter, cleaning some spilled drink from a previous costumer.

“Have I ever mentioned you look lovely in that uniform, Debby?” I asked her, hiccupping in the process. Shit. She let out a light laugh, shaking her head, continuing to clean the mess up.

“Styles, you’re such a flirt. I know you’re just saying it cuz you’re drunk.” She pointed out. “Besides, aren’t you with that cute dark-haired girl I last saw you talking with? What’s her name…” she trailed off.

“Amanda,” I finished for her. Saying her name gave me a pain in my chest. Debby smirked at me.

“She’s got you tied up, hasn’t she Harry?” she continued. I just looked at her, taking a sip on my drink.

“You have no idea. But she broke up with me.” I simply said, looking out in the distance.

“Aw, Harry, I’m sure things will get fixed. I saw the way she looked at you,” she tried to cheer me up, winking in the process.

I laughed a little, shaking my head, looking at her. “Thanks Debby.”

“No problem kiddo,” she smiled. I paid and got up heading out and towards my black SUV. 

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 I was making my way to my front door, when I noticed the living room lights were on. Fuck. The boys were here. I knew it because I haven’t been answering any of their calls. I stumbled in, dropping my keys in the process. I stifled a laugh, not wanting to create loud noise. Just as I was closing the door, I heard someone’s voice.

“Ah! Harry, there you are mate. Why haven’t you answered any of our calls?” a worried Liam asked. I rolled my eyes, walking past him and into my living room only to find the rest of the boys playing monopoly.

“Harold, lad, we were so worried about you! We’ve been texting ya like crazy.” Niall said as he looked at me and shook his head as he took in my profile. I took a seat on an empty couch.

“Mate, you’re wasted,” Zayn smirked, as he got up from his seat and crouched next to me patting me on the back. Liam was sitting next to me in a couple of seconds.

“We can tell you just came back from Midnight Daze. Mind telling us what’s the matter Harry?” Louis asked, as he stood up and in front of me, crossing his arms waiting for answer expectantly.

I rubbed my face and gave let out a big groan, not wanting to do anything but sleep. As I reopened my eyes again, now all the guys’ attention was turned to me.

“Just…leave me the fuck alone” I groaned again, getting up and heading towards my room upstairs.

“Woah, mate! You aren’t going anywhere until you tell us what’s wrong,” Liam countered, stopping me by the shoulders, and pushing me to the couch again. I landed with a big plop.