"Oh my god Lou, it wasn't about you," Harry shouted at him. Lou just stares at him with teary eyes.
"Our breakup wasn't about you....it was about me," Harry continues. "And what I needed," Lou starts to take a step towards him but Harry stops him...
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Jumping hazily to the beat of some random song in a random club, Harry feels a freeing feeling. Surrounded by all types of different people doing the same. Hot and sweaty bodies are rubbing against him from all angles. He throws his head back against some stranger's shoulder while enjoying the music. He can feel in his body the alcohol going through his body giving him a numbing feeling. He should hate it but he loves it at this moment. While jumping around his head feels all blurry and his limbs don't feel like his own. His eyes were bloodshot and his face flushed. Little strands of hair are getting into his face because of the messy bun his long hair is in. He's in the process of trying to get the hair out of his face when he finally notices how dry, and in need of a drink, he and his throat is.
He's pushing through the bodies of strangers that are at the club with him before he knows it. It's a struggle because of how tightly packed the club is and how they are still all jumping to the beat. After a while though he gets to the bar where a ton of stools are to sit down.
While taking a seat he flags down the bartender who's taking some other order. He needs a drink and the bartender is busy but Harry keeps trying. It takes a few minutes to get his attention where Harry spends half of the time thinking how awkward he feels waving his hand at someone like he was waving at his mom on his first day of school. The bartender comes over and makes Harry his drink after he tells him what he wanted.
Sitting down on the bar stool, he drowned his drink seconds after the bartender gave it to him. Harry, feeling a slight burn in his throat, asks for another one. Before he could drink the second one, he sat there thinking. Staring into the glass filled with liquid that he's been drinking obsessively ever since his breakup, like it's medicine to heal his broken heart.
'What am I doing?' Harry thinks to himself in his head.
He's been going out every night like Louis was, drinking for no reason other than to drink. Then after the night of partying is done, he takes someone home like routine work. He kinda feels like a hypocrite.
The other boys know that Harry has been partying since that day but they don't know how much he parties and they especially don't know he's been having one night stands. Harry knows that if they did know, Liam would give him a lecture, he doesn't know about which part but he definitely knows there would be a lecture of some sort. Niall would offer to go with him every night but then would steer him away from anyone once the night was done. But Louis...honestly Harry doesn't know what Louis would do especially after their breakup. Maybe he would be jealous or maybe he wouldn't care at all. Would he wish that Louis would be jealous or would he be glad that he's jealous and he could rub it in his face, Harry doesn't know.
Before he could think anymore about Louis, he's knocked out of his thoughts.
"Are you gonna drink that or are you just going to keep staring at it like it could poof out of your existence at any time?"
