Harry's Girl

Bad Call

*Harrys POV*

A... Boyfriend?? I feel faint, confused, dizzy. I grasp my chest and let out a heaving breath. "Leave." I choke out, pointing to the door. She holds a poker face, unmoved by my request, but I can see the hurt flashing in her eyes. We both casually exit the room.

Quickly, we're met by all the other guys from my group and 5SOS. We fake as if nothing happened and all the guys seem oblivious to the fact that we had left in the first place. I call the meet and greet to an early close. All the guys exchange numbers while depression begins to consume me. I stare at Luke, a hatred for him burns in me.

*4 months later: March.*

*Lukes POV*

The mansion we are at reeks of weed, alcohol, and bad sex. The boys convinced Erica and me to go to this "awesome house party" tonight and we were quickly persuaded to do so.

She's drunk off her ass but she still looks so angelic and cute. She grabs at my hand to drag me around and show off me off to everyone we see. I can see her admiration and pride to have me as a boyfriend. We're striding down the hallway when she pulls me into a vacant bedroom. She falls onto the bed. Her bloodstream polluted with vodka. She sloppily start to pull down my pants. "Erica, you're drunk. Are you sure you want to do this?" She grins from ear to ear and slurs out a yes. I pin her onto the bed and kiss her down the length of her body. A throaty moan growls from her. She runs her hands through my hair as I lick above her pants. I slip off her pants, and rip at her panties with my teeth. She whimpers and I pull them down slowly. I hear Erica gasp as I place my hands on her inner thighs and blow cold air on her clit. I slide two fingers into her, adding more speed every second. "Oh, Harry!" She cries out. I pull out of her and wipe my hands on my jeans. "Oh who?!" I scream. She cheekily laughs, running her hand through my hair, drunk out of her mind. I feel the blood rushing to my face... I roll over on the bed next to her, she's already fast asleep. What the fuck just happened?

*The next morning*

*Ericas POV*

A hangover throbs through my whole body, headache consuming my whole existence. I drank way too much last night, what was I thinking? Next to me, cuddled in the sheets I see Luke. His phone lights up with a notification. A text. From Harry!!! What the fuck. I grab my clothes and slide them onto my body. I feel so betrayed. I can't recall anything from last night. Infuriated, I sneak out of the room, pushing out tears. I stand outside of the room against the wall for a quick second as I hear Luke starting to wake up.

*Lukes POV *

I wake up feeling refreshed, until all the memories of last night flood my mind. She still loves him. Still. I guess I can't blame her though. They were so in love for a long time. It hurts me to even think of. I check my phone for the time, it's 11:30 in the morning. I see a text in my notifications. Harry. I roll over and find myself alone in the bed. She's gone. I text Harry to meet me at Chilis in 10 minutes... If anyone would know how to handle this, it's him.

*Harrys POV*

I grab my phone, groaning.... 10 minutes? It must be important. He was texting me some gibberish last night while he was wasted.. I guess it meant something after all. I pull myself out of bed and slide into my favorite Rolling Stones tshirt and ripped up black jeans.