Heartbreak Girl (H.S) (New Girl Sequel)

Chapter 22: Sober Skype Calls & Drunken Phone Calls

Ivy's POV

"How's London treating you?" Lacey as we Skyped.

I shrugged, "It's like California only with British accents and it rains all the time."

Lacey chuckled and reached over to grab her phone from her nightstand, beside her bed.

"How's California?" I jokingly asked.

She remained silent as she scrolled through her phone.

"Lacey?" I asked again, thinking she couldn't hear me; that Skype was glitchy again.

Lacey looked up at the screen with her bottom lip between her teeth; the habit she had when she was trying her best not to say something.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.
She shook her head, "It's silly. It's nothing for you to worry about."

"If it's nothing then why can't you tell me?" I pouted.

"Harry showed up at the apartment, crying, and looking for you," Lacey admitted.

It was then that for the first time in years, Harry's name has been able to been mentioned and I didn't feel like curling up and crying on my pillow.

"I shouldn't have told you," Lacey frowned and shook her head as she saw my blank stare at the screen.

"No, I appreciate you told me."
Lacey shook her head, "No I should have. You're beginning to finally move on from the dirt bag and I just stopped the process."

"No you didn't. I've moved on and I need to get use to hearing his name without crying."

Lacey's face brightened a little bit, "You moved on?"

I blushed, "Yeah."

"Was it with that Ben guy I saw you mentioned on Instagram? Because if not, I'll gladly take him."

"Yeah," I blushed. "We've been hanging out for a couple of weeks."

"Well I'm happy for you," she grinned. "You deserve someone who will make you happy and not make you cry all the time."

"Thanks Lacey. I better go, I'm going out clubbing with some models."

"You'd rather hang out with super models than Skype with me," Lacey gasped as she faked being insulted.

"Love ya Lacey," I rolled my eyes.
"Love ya too."
•••
I stumbled out of the club, holding onto the wall to keep my balance. The alcohol corded through my veins were turning everything blurry.

Maybe vodka wasn't the best idea?

I haven't even gotten my cast off yet and I'm already drinking again while wearing 6 inch heels.

What possibly could go wrong? (A/N: *rolls eyes*)

My ride bailed on me to go shag her "boy toy" and the rest of the group I showed up with ran off to who knows where.

I pulled my phone out of my bra and dialed the first number that came to mind.

"Ivy?" He answered.
"I'm drunk at the moment," I slurred.
"Why are you calling me?"

I broke down sobbing as I slid down the wall into my butt.

"It's not fair how much my life sucks," I sobbed randomly into the phone.

The other line remained silent.

"It's not fair Harry, you moved on so easily. You broke off what ever it was that we had so I wouldn't get hurt, but I did."

"Ivy-"

"People can't even say your name around me anymore because they're scared I'll start crying again," I sobbed.

"Call whoever it is and get a ride. Don't trying to drive in this condition," his raspy voice instructed, like he didn't even hear what I said just a minute ago.

Then he just hung up.