The last night that Harry spent in New York we went out, after he pleaded with me not to hole up in my room with my studies. I agreed, knowing that we might not see each other for a long time, especially since we haven't even talked about "us."
The party was packed as usual when me and Harry got there. Liam always knew how to get the people dancing with loud music and lots of booze.
I thought Harry had wanted to dance for a little bit but he just took my hand and headed straight for the balcony, the one we were on from our first date.
There was something odd about him tonight and I didn't know what to do. He wasn't angry or happy, he was just passive which scared me since he wasn't the usual sweet and touchy Harry he was.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked tentatively as soon as we got outside.
"Nothing." He says roughly, looking out into the city.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, trying to soften him up. He loved it when I hugged him.
"Tell me what's wrong, Harry." I whisper in his ear. I hear him sigh lightly but that was all the response I got.
I huffed impatiently and withdrew my arms from him.
"I have no idea what we're doing here if you're not going to be speaking to me or participating in the party." I said, a little bit annoyed. I knew that he was moody probably because it was our last night together and we still have talked about things, but I wasn't ready yet.
"Fine. Let's dance, then." Harry says abruptly, grabbing my wrist, leading me to the dance floor.
We danced stiffly, just swaying back and forth to the music. His head was on my shoulder but he wasn't doing anything, it just kind of rested there. I could feel him slipping away so I intertwine his hands, which were on my waist, with mine, to show him that I'm there for him. He didn't squeeze my hand or rub my knuckles like he usually does, it actually felt like he wanted to pull away.
The music stopped suddenly and much to my horror, my ex., Scott stepped up to the DJ mic. I cringed and I felt Harry's head snap up.
"Who the hell let this kid in?" Harry says harshly. He only knew a little bit about me and Scott's past (cheating, on Scott's part) relationship and that bit was enough for Harry to loathe the guy.
Scott was also well connected, his parents owned half of New York, including the building Liam lived in, so he probably heard that Liam was having a party and decided to crash. It was Scott's style, to do things just because he can.
"It's alright. Do you want to leave?" I ask nervously, feeling uncomfortable because Scott was staring right at us.
"Soooo, how is everyone tonight?!" Scott yells into the microphone. He sounds well beyond drunk. The crowd cheers and yells. From the back of the room I hear someone yell, "Who the hell are you?" Everyone laughs, except for me and Harry.
"It doesn't matter who I am, all you need to know is that pretty English boy over there thinks he can fuck my girl." Scott slurs and points at Harry.
"I'm gonna go find Liam and tell him that this guy needs to leave. I'll be right back." Harry says, retreating into the back of the crowd.
That left me all alone, as Scott's state pierced into me.
"Hey, hey, hey man, don't leave yet! The fun is just getting started! You have my girl anyways!" Scott jeers at the slowly walking Harry.
I see Harry turn around as the crowd backs away a little bit from him.
"Excuse me?" Harry raises his voice slightly. The earlier partying crowd had gone silent.
