I hate you too l.t

5

I wake up with a headache, worse than it was last night. Harry snores next to me. I get up from the bed and went to the kitchen, Anne was there with a cup of coffee with a book in her hand.

"Have any Advil?" I ask her. "Yes, the closet in the hallway" She points without looking up from her book. I go over and opened the door, I searched for it with my eyes. I pop open the top and put one in my mouth.

Harry walks out, with the same expression I made getting out of bed. He groans. "Want one?" I shake the bottle. "I'm not hungover, Im just tired" He shakes his head. "One place to go for hang overs is denny's" Anne says from the kitchen, we look at each other and nodded.

We walk out the door and into my car, I felt the pain in my head go away. "Now that I think of it, I don't remember who the guy was last night" I try to think of his face but nothing comes up. "Weird, I do" Harry shrugs. "Who was it?" I ask him. "No one important" He says. So it probably was a stranger, I at least want to thank him.

"I should probably stay at my own house more, I feel like I'm at your house everyday" I say my thoughts out loud. "Whatever you want" He shrugs. "We're going to mexico for the senior trip" Harry gasps, while scrolling on his phone. "Wow that's cool" I yawn. "You're missing out" He scoffs. "I'm really not" My phone dings, I pick it up and put it back down.

Another ding goes off and I ignore it. "Who's texting you" He asks. "Ashton" I shake my head, he twists his face. "Why are you ignoring him?" He asks. "I'm matching his energy, he ignored me last night so" I shrug. "We should go out again" A lightbulb goes off in my brain.

"No" Harry yells. "Please, it will be just us two at a more civilized club." I beg him, he groans and slumps in his seat. "Okay fine" He gives in, making me smile widely.

I blow the hot air into my hair, making it fly everywhere and making it frizz up. I brush it out, it goes down. "Much better" I get out my straightener. Harry walks in his room and I could smell him from here. "Jesus, what the hell is that smell dude" I cough and fake gag at him. "It's cologne" He stands there defenseless.

"It's putrid and really strong" I twist my face. "It's attractive" He swings his head around, leaving the bathroom.

I struggle to pick out a dress, One is a black sparkly one. The one I threw up on. The second one was a gold short dress. I chose the second option, since this club was really fancy. At that club they're sophisticated and it's not the type of place to get black out drunk, but drunk at least.

I spray perfume around my collarbones, making my nose satisfied. I take a final look at myself in the mirror, damn do I look good. I turn off the bathroom light and walked out.

Harry sits on the couch, slumping and waiting for me. He finds me standing there, he stands up and plays with his keys. "You look beautiful" Anne kissed my cheek. "Thank you" I smile closing my eyes. "Have fun, be smart" She waves us off as we got in the car.

"I love feeling fancy, it's so fun" I look down at my dress and shoes, feeling like royalty. "Yeah yeah but look at me, I'm serving" He tries to use slang, but it didn't work out. I snort trying to keep my laugh in. "Don't ever say that again" I cover my face. "Why?" he pouts. "You sound 80 years old"

I tripped over my heel getting out of car, I caught myself and straightened up. "Klutz" A voice says to me but it wasn't Harry's, I look up to see the sour boy in front of me. Having the same face he does every time I see him. "What are you doing here" I ask. "My father runs this business" He rolls his eyes.

That might explain why I saw him at the other club. "How many clubs do your dad's business own?" I asked him, curious. " I don't know probably a lot, why am I talking to you" He shakes his head and walks inside. "Alright then" I twist my face. "Let's go in"

"Wow" The sight amazed me, it was a gold and white theme. The chandeliers were glass and shiny, every server had their hair pulled back by some gel. There was a dance floor and piano with a guy playing it, a slow tempo piece that really matched the vibes in here.

We sat down at a table, we weren't really familiar with being fancy and polite, so it was a bit of a challenge. I scan through the menu, of foods I didn't recognize. "Damn this place is expensive" Harry looks at the prices.

As it got later, they turned off the bright lights and colored strobe lights came on, and dj came out and started to hype everyone up. Playing regular club music. "What the hell?" Harry closes his menu. "Huh, when I heard about it they never said anything about this" we sit there with pure confusion.

"Come on, let's go dance" I pull at Harry's arm. "No" He puffs. I grab his ear. "Let's go" I drag him to the dance floor. "Ow ow! Okay I'm here now let go of my ear" He makes an angry face. "Hey why haven't you texted me?" Someone yells over the music, tapping my shoulder. I turn to see Ashton behind me.

"What?" I yell back, being half deaf. He takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor. "Why aren't you answering me?" He asks me again. "Sorry but you ignored me all last night so I didn't feel like giving effort." I shrug. "Baby Im sorry, you just were so drunk and you disappeared half of the night"

"Yeah because I threw up and passed out, you were too distracted to know where I went. A stranger helped me, a fucking stranger helped me." I scoff and start to walk away. "Baby" He called out, I roll my eyes and grabbed Harry. "We're going home" I tell him. We run into Ashton. "Talk to me when you care please"

The ride home was silent, Harry wanted to talk about it but I didn't. "I-" He starts. "Don't try" I cut him off. "We can just go home and watch some horror movies and eat until we pass out, does that make you happy" He asks. "Well I cant say no to that" I cross my arms.