Not The Betting Type ~ Harry Lewis

Chapter Eleven

By the time Cal tracked me down later in the night I was beyond drunk.

"Have you at least made any progress tonight Jess?" He asked as he steered me outside into the fresh air.

I held up three fingers and shrugged, not wanting to tell him that my number was so low tonight because I had a crush on his best mate and none of the guys I'd kissed had made me feel even a fraction of what I feel when I'm around Harry.

"Only three? Harry's on form tonight, I've seen him kissing girls left and right, you'll need to step up your game." Cal said as we leaned against the outside of the building.

Just the memory of Harry kissing girls made me want to throw up, but this time I actually did feel sick.

"Cal, I think I'm going to be sick." I said as I felt my head spinning.

"Oh shit, you've gone really pale Jess!" He said but I was already walking towards the gutter, deciding that it was the closest place I could throw up.

I ended up on my hands and knees and vomited into the gutter, trying not to get any of it on myself in the process.

Cal was being a trooper and holding my hair back for me when Harry walked outside and saw us.

"Well well well, somebody still can't handle their alcohol." He teased and Cal told him to shut it.

"She's already having a hard time, she doesn't need you being a dickhead Harry." Cal added and I couldn't see him but Harry was quiet after that comment.

After about five minutes I made the decision to look up and was relieved to see that my head wasn't spinning anymore.

However I was disappointed to see that Harry was on his phone and not watching over me with concern written on his face like I'd hoped.

I wiped my mouth and Cal helped me up from the ground.

We started to walk home and went over the new totals. I was on 18 while Harry had caught up again and was on 19.

I didn't bother saying that I didn't care about it anymore, what did any of it matter when all I wanted to do was kiss my competitor?

The walk home was long and tiring and I was not in a good state for any of it. The boys tried to keep me upright but it was even more of a challenge with them being so drunk themselves.

I tried not to overthink it when Harry put his arm around me to keep me upright but I couldn't help but notice the way his fingers would occasionally stroke my side as we walked.

I let myself sneak a look over at him and watched as he joked with Cal, admiring his smile and the way his whole body shook when he laughed.

He looked back at me at one point and I found myself overwhelmed by the way his blue eyes pierced into mine, until he looked away again and I was released from his spell.

I thought that maybe we'd finally had a moment together but I was proven wrong when he started talking to Cal about a girl that he'd kissed tonight and how fit she was.

"You get her number then lad?" Cal asked and Harry nodded enthusiastically, removing his arm from around me to fish his phone out of his pocket.

"She got insta?" Cal asked and Harry quickly brought up her profile.

"Oh yep she's definitely fit." Cal agreed as they swiped through her pictures.

I rolled my eyes and walked on ahead of them, not interested in seeing any of it.

Once we finally got home I went straight to bed, missing the feeling I'd had last night when I'd thought Harry might have reciprocated my feelings towards him.

I fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, already dreading the raging hangover I would have in the morning.

And as I slept I was completely unaware of Harry, a blanket tucked under his arm, knocking on my door before giving up and walking back across the hall.