Empire // h.s. au

Spilling Wine

Samantha Anderson

I hated Harry Styles. In my 24 years of living, I have never hated someone as much as I hated Harry Goddamn Styles. You know, that was his new name. Harry Goddamn Styles.

Because God damned me by putting him in my life.

It was like everything I've ever wanted or had was going to be destroyed because of this asshole.

I could literally lose everything, my boyfriend, my job, my entire sanity. And this guy could honestly care less.

So I spent the entire dinner glaring at him. Literally, just glaring.

This was the worst day of my life. Even worse than the day I realized I had forgotten to buy Kings of Leon tickets. Yes, worse than that. And I didn't think it could even get possibly worse than that.  

"Sammy, pass the wine," Luke said, turning to me. He was completely oblivious to how I was feeling right now. Unlike Harry, who kept sneaking glances in my direction. Clearly, for the first time possibly ever, uncomfortable by my anger. 

"Sure," I said, grabbing the bottle of red. As I passed it to him, though, my arm hit the table at a strange angle, causing me to drop the wine and spill it all over myself. 

Yup, this was definetely the worst day of my life. 

"Fuck," I yelled, not really realizing what I had actually just said. I looked up and blushed red, as Louis sat in his chair. Practically in a fit. "Oops, sorry!" 

"No problem," he laughed, shaking his head. Harry, who was next to him, had an arrogant smirk on his face. 

"I'll help you clean up," Eleanor said, her face a look of pure concern. She helped me get out of my chair so that I didn't get wine all over her white tablecloth and incredibly expensive hardwood floors. This would only happen to me. 

"I'm so sorry about this," I said, my face still beyond red. 

"I'm sorry for that absolutely beautiful dress you have on," she sighed, a comforting smile on her face as she rubbed my upper arm. Eleanor was actually really sweet, very different from what I thought Louis' fiance would be like. I sort of expected the model type with a perfect body and perfect hair and perfect everything. But Eleanor, although beautiful, was actually surprisingly normal. In a way, she reminded me of Aria.