Stir | Styles

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Harrys POV

I'm so damn angry. My feelings are going every which way and I can't breath. My thoughts aren't correct. I can't properly think.

I can't believe I didn't that to her. Yes, I've hurt her in the past, I'm more ways than one, but I've never put that many bruises on her or choked her until she couldn't breathe.

I feel so disgusted with myself. Even though I regret doing that, in no way shape or form will I be apologizing. That's one thing I don't do. I don't do it unless I'm truly sorry.

Yes, I regret it and I feel bad for her I won't apologize. First, I know she won't except it because what I did was out of line. Second, she got what was handed to her. She doesn't deserve to talk to me that way.

After speeding away in my car, I make the decision not to go home. I don't want to see my mom at the moment. I know she'll ask what happened to my hand and why Im So fired up.

I head to the local bar to calm my nerves. I need a drink in my system to calm myself. It's crazy to think, Arabella is the only girl that calms me when I'm angry, drunk or depressed but I hurt her in everyday possible.

So instead I turn to alcohol. It's my best bet.

When I reach he bar I park my car and take a deep breath.

Before I get out I reach over to the glove compartment and grab my fake ID.