After running my shaky hands through my tangled hair, I scraped it back into a ponytail out of my face and marched into the bar, with my head held high.
I spun around, my eyes scanning the lounge for Harry and landing on him, sprawled out on a black, leather sofa. He had only been in there half an hour, but I was surprised to find that he had a curvy, blonde girl on his knee, laughing and joking with him whilst twisting his curls around her finger.
I observed her body, with curves in all the right places but also tall and elegant. Her honey blonde waves fell to the middle of her back as Harry's fingers were entwined in her golden locks.
He was smiling, but the happy expression didn't quite reach his eyes which were unfocused as he zoned out every once and a while, occasionally sipping his beer as the girl chatted to him animatedly. She gently touched his face and leaning in, she kissed him. The sight made my stomach churn and I couldn't ignore the hurt that had swollen in my chest. I quickly turned away and took a seat at the other side of the bar, where neither of them would be able to see my saddened face.
The barrister was young, and surprisingly good looking. His hazel eyes met mine and he smiled sympathetically as he took in my state of distress. His fawn hair swept across his forehead and his jawline was nicely chiselled, sculpting his face to look flawless.
He continued drying a glass, placing it on the shelf before raising his eyebrows questioningly at me.
"Bad day?" He asked.
"This it really that obvious?" I replied miserably.
"I'll get you something strong then," he said, before turning away to fill up a glass.
He slid the tall glass towards me and I didn't bother to ask what it was before taking a long drink of it.
"It's on me," he said with a small smile.
My eyes travelled around the bar again, only to land on Harry again, who had his hand rested on the girl's knee. I furrowed my eyebrows as I felt a spark of jealousy.
"Are you here with anyone?" The barrister asked me, making an attempt at conversation.
"It's a long story," I told him, not wanting to explain.
"Oh, I see. I'm Alex," he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
"Clary," I replied shortly, hesitant about shaking his hand, but I accepted anyhow.
The lighting in the bar was dim, but he could probably still notice the bags under my eyes or the way they were still a bit red-rimmed from crying. In a way, I was grateful, I needed something to take my mind of Harry and his arrogant, annoying, rude, ignorant, gorgeous, rude face.
I took a sip of my drink, swallowing the bitter liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I hadn't drank alcohol much in a while, one of the not-so-good factors of being a mum.
"So are you from around here?" Alex asked and I just shrugged in reply, I wasn't really interested in what he had to say, my eyes continually gliding over his shoulder, where Harry was sitting laughing and teasing with the girl, as I sat resisting the urge to walk over and tell him exactly what I thought.
I dragged my eyes away from them, feeling an ache in my chest and my stomach queasy, once again, and I hoped I wasn't going to be sick again.
I grabbed my drink and gulped the rest of it down quickly, pushing the empty glass towards Alex and signalling for another.
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Fanfiction"You taught me why hurricanes are named after people. And sometimes I find myself thinking how easy all of this could have been if you weren't so goddamn beautiful," he went on, murmuring against the delicate skin of my neck. ----- Harry Styles au...
