The Things Yet to Come

There's no Time like the Present

The words below that you are about to read belong to Harper's POV, so here's a heads up!

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When I woke up on Saturday morning, sprawled on a bed, I'd habitually reached out to bring Anelisse closer to me. It was then that I realised that I was alone. Blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and took in my surroundings. It was a bare room, probably used for guests, and it wasn't mine nor was it Anelisse's. Anelisse. She's... gone? I held my head in my heads, ignoring the oncoming headache and raked through the ashes, struggling to remember the events that had taken place last night. I went to a party, Molly's graduation party (who the fuck is Molly?) and then there was a lot of drinking (how did I manage to down 8 shots of Tequila?) and then that blonde chick. She passed me a drink (might've been more hard liquor) and then, aw fuck, what happened then?

She, she took me to a room (I think it was this room) and then made out with me, and then some more. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why the fucking fuck did I do that?!

Memories and thoughts from the previous night began to flood in as I remembered how scared I was to be and stay in a relationship. I didn't want commitment, no; I was just scared of commitment wasn't I? You stupid bloody idiot, Harper, how many words can be used to describe you? Coward, spineless, recreant, oh how the list goes on. What happened after that? Ha, she caught me. Anelisse, Annie, my sweet sweet Anne knocked on the door (I lied to her, didn't I?), proceeded to take me downstairs and kneed me in the balls. That explained the soreness down there.

I was pulled back to the present by a soft buzzing noise coming from the direction of the nightstand. I reached over and grabbed my phone, noting the blinking red LED light that implied that I'd need a charger soon. I switched the device on and was met with eight unread messages. The most recent two were from my mother, I deleted those immediately and the next five were from random people saying how 'kickass' the party was and how wasted they got. 'Best party of the Year' my ass. The last and final message was sent at 2:46 AM from Anelisse. I almost dropped my phone as I rushed to open the message in hopes that maybe she really didn't know what she back then. Maybe she was drunk, yeah, that could be it.

All hope vanished when I read what the text had to say.

'Oh BTW, I'm breaking up with you if you haven't got that already, A-hole.

From your precious 'babe', Anne.'

I slumped back onto the dishevelled sheets, feeling my hangover overcome me. Fuck. What do I do now? The next college semester starts in three weeks for me. That means I'm stuck in this lame-ass town for the next 21 days without Anelisse. Thankfully, some sensible part of my acing head pulled me from the bed and dragged me out the door, towards the stairs and out the front door. I squinted at the harsh sunlight as I tried to remember whether I'd come in my own car or if I'd hitched a ride here. I seem to remember only the part where I'd crashed my car into a small water fountain.

Hm.

At least I know where it is.

I'd stopped by a local diner on the ride back home and ordered a cup of black coffee, opting to sit inside and nurse my aching head rather than take my chances crashing into some other expensive lawn ornament. The caffeine helped numb the pain until it ran out. I exhaled and called the waitress over which I soon came to know was a terrible idea.

"Good Morning, sir! How's your morning going so far?" God, her voice was squeaky.

"I'm fine. Can I have a refill?" I asked, gesturing towards my empty cup.