The People We Regret - H.S.

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hey sorry for disappearing pinkie promise I won't do it again but this chapter was an absolute bitch to write so I'm gonna post it then in the morning I'll edit it again thank you for your patience. 

songs for the chapter (I have a spotify "strwbryoatmlk")

Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers 
Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron and Wine
Drew Barrymore- SZA
Comfort Crowd - Conan Gray
Shake It Out  - Florence + The Machine 

play Unchained Melody when it's mentioned (you'll know when) <3

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Adeline's p.o.v.

"Birthday?"

"October 6th, yours?"

"February 1st." Aquarius, interesting. Two air signs.

"Okay, my turn," I speak over him, "What's your favorite color?"

"Green. Yours?"

"Pink."

"What did you want to do when you were little?" he asks.

"Ohhh good one, I wanted to be a chef but I quickly learned that I actually hate cooking and have no patience for it. I just like watching people cook."

"Okay! Okay...different one. Hypothetically, you're dead, murdered specifically-"

"I'm murdered!?" The boy next to me cackles out.

"Yes! Let me finish! I happen to think my question tells you a lot about people. Jesus, you interrupt a lot." This isn't the first time tonight he's done that. More like the fourth. I giggle at my own thoughts. I'm funny, or still drunk, or both, I didn't even realize how drunk I was until I stepped outside of the party. I mean I didn't even hear his accent till we got outside. I really don't handle my alcohol well, like at all. Frankly, I don't understand what is so wrong with being a lightweight. I'm having just as much fun as everyone else with less damage to my liver.

"Well continue, please. I'm very interested as to where you are going with this." He says from next to me, effectively pulling me from my thoughts and bringing my focus back to him.

"Okay, starting over. You're murdered, already dead. Okay?"

"Okay." He tells me seriously with that cute little furrow of his eyebrows. When I first noticed him in the kitchen I thought it made him look rather mean and scary, like he hated everything around him. Obviously, that didn't stop my plans. I happen to think he's quite nice really and that I made the right decision.

"Now you have your choice. Would you rather be buried in like a shallow grave in the forest or thrown into the ocean?"

"Oh very dark!" He says happily. "Very nice change." He thinks about his answer for a second before finally announcing "Forest, definitely."

"Well, why? Why do you wanna be buried?"

"Personally, seems peaceful. What about you? Same question."

"Well, I would go for being dumped in the ocean for the small possibility that I would end up in some fishermen's net. You want peace, I want drama. What a team we make mister." I say, finally realizing that I don't even know his; as much time as we have spent together tonight, I haven't asked. How rude of me.

"Ah!" I say suddenly, turning just as fast to look at him. I catch him being shocked by my sudden outburst, once again making him even cuter than I thought he could be. "I don't know your name?!"

"It's Harry."

"Last name?"

"Harry Styles."