god i hate you

chapter 3

To Harry

Listen, Simon is really upset and I know you hate me but like I really think we should both start to get along or at least pretend in front of him. Please.

From Harry

Whatever. Are you home?

To Harry

Yes, why?

From Harry

I'm coming over with drinks.

Seen 8:21pm

I felt awful about the whole situation because Simon was clearly upset and only wanted me and Harry to get along so I decided for Simon, Harry gets one chance.

I walked out of my room to find Harry pouring two tall drink of whiskey I think, I'm not sure I don't really drink unless I'm with Simon, but well, I was bored so why not. Speaking of Simon, he took Talia out for dinner, it was their anniversary or something, so it was just me and Harry I guess. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but trousers. I just rolled my eyes. 'What a douche' I thought to myself. That wasn't the only thing I thought though. Even though I was supposed to hate the man, he was looking mighty fine. He was hella ripped. How haven't I not iced this before?

I was wearing grey joggers and a small black top, so cleavage was showing, but not too much, messy bun and mascara since all I did was chill all day so I didn't think to dress nice or anything.

He passed me a glass without saying a word. 'Thanks' I mumbled. He stared at me as I swirled my drink before downing it all. 'Someone's keen' Harry chuckled. After he downed his own drink, he grabbed the bottle and poured us both another. And another. Then another. Before you knew we were white girl wasted. 'Can we, can we, watch a movie? I'm so bored' Harry tried to say. Before I could even answer, he dragged me into his room.

It was cleaner than I thought it would be. Everything has a place and was very organised. More than I could say for myself. He jumped on his bed and almost fell asleep on impact. I felt really uncomfortable so I grabbed a few pillows and lay on the floor. I don't actually know why I didn't go back to my own room to sleep in a bed but I fell asleep on the floor in his room. 1 out of 10, do not recommend.

I thought he was asleep, so when he asked me what I was doin on the floor I got startled. 'Going to sleep, duh!' He muttered something else but I was drifting off to sleep since it was something like 2 in the morning.