𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 ◆ 𝙕 𝙎 ◆

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😀 stupid chapter, sorry for not updating fast cuz I was so invested in my new story 💔 I forgot this story's plot man 😀💔

I'm probably gonna finish this after a four more chapters I'm so happy I wrote this much 😭💔

Warning: mature contant not that much but a bit 💁 (it's weird but)

I swear to God Mike won't fuck harry, believe me this time.

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Harry doesn't remember anything from yesterday. Yeah Mike brought him home, and —

"Good morning Harry" The brunette flinched when he heard Mike's voice. When he turned his head, he saw Mike sitting on bed shirtless.

Why was he sitting on Harry's bed shirtless? well he panicked. And he felt dizzy, Harry rushed towards the bathroom and started throwing up.  He really should book a doctor's appointment.

Mike just stood there, he didn't even bother to help Harry. If Zayn was there he would have took care of me

Harry went near the mirror and started to check himself. His eyes, nose, mouth, his eyes were puffy from all the crying. He splashed water on his face a few times, blinking his eyes rapidly.

That's when the brunette looked at his clothes, it wasn't the ones he was wearing yesterday. What?

"Harry are you—"

" Shut the fuck up Mike, who changed my fucking clothes yesterday " Harry asked through gritted teeth.

" Um Me? "

" You? Why did you do it? Couldn't you just— AH" Harry winced in pain, he covered his lower abdomen groaning. Mike didn't say anything he thought H just needs some time alone.

It's you and me against the world

I love you

Don't let me go

"STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD" Harry screamed, he hated it. He absolutely hated it.

"Harry are you good? " Mike asked, the brunette just nodded.

" I made you breakfast by the way, it's healthy. It'll help to loose weight fast"

" Is this your way of saying I'M FAT!? "

"No—"

"WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING AT MY HOUSE GET THE FUCK OUT"

"Harry i—"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT " Harry  screamed at the top of his lungs, and Mike stormed of as fast as he could..

The brunette sat on the bathroom floor, crying. What curse is this?

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The only person who  could help Harry was Niall, he never trusted John but Niall was someone important for him.

He dialed Niall's number, and he did pick up.