Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

Better Man- 5 Seconds Of Summer

"Darling, all of my wrongs, they lead me right to you
Wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die for you
Your love, your love, I'm a better, better man"

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Harry's POV:

"Hey man!" Mitch says, greeting me with a pat on the shoulder.

Just being at this party right now is putting me on edge but he's one of the only things not stressing me out right now.

"Hey, you know where Ethan is?" I ask curiously, trying to hide my underlying anger. If Mitch knows why I'm looking for Ethan, he won't tell me.

"Uhh" he begins, racking his brain for a few seconds, "Last I saw him he was outside, but that was a little bit ago"

I nod my head giving him a appreciative smile, "Thanks man" I say patting his shoulder back, "I'll catch back up with you in a bit"

I'm gonna kill Ethan. I wan't to kill all of them currently but he's the one who took it the furthest. Maybe I'll use him to set an example?

Regardless, my current mission is to find him. The second I got here that's all I could think about. I'm sober and I still want to give him a piece of my mind so I can confidently say I have thought this through enough. But I don't know exactly where my anger will lead this confrontation but it's safe to say I don't really give a fuck.

I quickly walk to the glass sliding door leading out into the back yard, stepping outside and shutting it behind me.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket which temporarily distracts me from my search,

Darling: If you're not too tired after the party you can come over if you want.

Darling: Be safe.

Fuck it's like she knows what I'm about to do. She's not here to stop me this time, but I can practically hear her scolding me in my head.

Should I explode on Ethan? Personally I'd say yes but if you ask Darlene she'd say no.

But I need to do this for myself, it's my choice.

I put my phone back into my pocket trying to focus my mind back on my task. My anger coming to the surface once again motivating me to continue.

My eyes scan the backyard to find the familiar face and the second my eyes land on him I'm making my way over.

He's standing near the fire pit talking with Zayn. Perfect, an audience, two for one deal.

They're turned to the side but Zayn senses my approach first, turning his head offering me a smile.

"Styles, how are you man?!" He says in an inviting way.

If this was last semester I would be greeting him with the same inviting energy, but now I'm in defense mode. This feels weird, it's like I'm looking in on my life from an outside perspective. But I'm the only one thinking-no acting different.

"He's still your friend" Darlene argues back, trying to get me to see my plan from her perspective.

Fuck, for once I want her to get out of my head. She's making this a lot harder than it usually is. My brain just keeps reminding me how it's morally wrong, I know she wouldn't like this but I need to do it.