TW- VIOLENCE
"She'll tear a hole in you,
the one you can't repair
But I still love her,
I don't really care..."
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Felicity and I hurried towards the bar, grabbing our jackets from the bush outside as we passed. Neither of us could believe they were still there.
I pulled Felicity down the block, practically running as I tried my best not to trip over anything. But even if I did, the giant armful of shit I was holding probably would have broken my fall.
I knew we were fucked, but I was just praying to god that no one had called Harry. I knew he was going to flip his shit when he found out I had left the house. I had promised him I would stay home.
With how fast we were running, it didn't take us long to get back to the bar since the club was only a few blocks away. My heart sank the second I saw Harry's Audi sitting in the parking lot, along with double the amount of security. I grabbed Felicity's arm as I stopped dead in my tracks, the both of us breathing heavily.
"Oh we are so fucked." I muttered.
I began walking, knowing there was no use in running since they had realized we were gone. The man who I told about the tampons hurried up to the two of us on e he saw is coming.
"It takes five hours to get tampons?" He asked frantic.
I walked right past him, not acknowledging his question. I knew I had bigger things to worry about.
When we finally made it to the door of the bar, I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn't believe I let myself do something so reckless.
I hated the fact that I had made Harry worry. Not to mention he had to leave his job early. He wasn't supposed to be back until the end of the day. There was no telling how much trouble he was going to get into because of me.
We both started up the stairs, Felicity's heels clicking on the wood as we walked. Part of me was in a hurry and the other part was trying to stall. I knew Harry was waiting there for me, and he was going to be livid. I would have been the same if it was the other way around.
I placed my hand on the knob as I made it to the front door, hesitating a moment before eventually forcing myself to open it. The second we took a step inside Harry and Mitch both were there dead staring us, both seeming a little shocked.
I probably would have been a little thrown off by the sight of us too. We were deathly hungover, and I could tell that my make up was smeared halfway across my face, and what put the cherry on top was the fact that I was bare foot.
As the two of them glared at us speechless, I awkwardly closed the door behind me, not really knowing what to do with myself. We all four just stood silent for a second, like we weren't sure how to go about what we knew was coming next. There was obvious tension filling the room.
"Harry I-" I finally started to speak, but he cut me off.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are either of you hurt?" He looked frantically between Fi and I.
I quickly shook my head, "No, both of us are fine."
"Well a little hungover, but other than that, never better." Felicity spoke up, joking a bit. Not a good time for jokes Fi.
Mitch and Harry both seemed relieved at our answers, and it was like I could see the stress leaving their bodies. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose like he always did when he was upset.
