Eighteen | H.S. |

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Sarah POV

I basically drag myself to my room. I fumble with my keys and finally open the damn door. I move to my bed and flop down.

I start to sob into my pillow, I'm pissed at everyone. "Fuck!" I throw my pillow across the small space and tug at my hair roots. I grab my toiletry bag and a towel and head to the showers.

I turn the hot water knob and strip down. I step under the warm water. It soothes my aching muscles. I squeeze out the body wash and apply the gel generously. I finally finish and pull on my pajama pants and t-shirt. Then I grab my stuff and move to the exit. I hate having crutches, I hate having a torn ACL, I hate that I cut the cord with Harry. I don't even know why I broke up with him. I have no idea what the fuck was going through my mind when I called the quits. I'm a idiot. He know we aren't done and I know that too. We can't stay away from each other, we're addicted to each other.

I open my door and flip onto my bed. I sigh as thoughts fill my brain. It's feels like a century ago we were on the beach. I grab Harry's jacket off the ground and wrap the thick material around my small body. The smell of mint with spices still lingers and I smile for the first time. I keep replaying the events that happened only hours ago. My body feels like it's filled with bricks and cement. My eyelids soon give out and sleep over comes me.

Harry POV

I open the car door and get inside. I slam the door and start the car. I can't even drive right now, I sit in the leather seat and hit the steering wheel. "Fuck!" I yell and frustration flows over me. I hate David. I hate David so fucking much. Before I know what I'm doing I realize I have Liam's phone number for some reason.

*where's David* I text him.

*i don't know*

*your lying*

*okay fine. He's at a frat party*

I throw my phone on the passengers seat and drive to the fraternity house.

...

I pull up to the gigantic house. Music is blaring and I park the car. The door is wide open, so I walk in. Someone offers me a drink but I decline and I search for David. I head towards the kitchen and the smell of weed fills my nostrils. I gag at the smell and memories flow through my mind. Me asking them to pass the joint, my eyes bloodshot.

I shake the vision away and continue my search. Finally I find the familiar brown head I was looking for. I tap his shoulder and he turns around.

"Well, if it isn't Harry Styles." He smirks. "Why are you here?" He laughs.

"You know why I'm here. I told you not to tell her about any of it." And he only laughs.

"You seriously though I wouldn't tell. My mission was to destroy you two. And it worked." He shrugged and I ball the fabric of his shirt.

"What the fucks your problem?" I yell over the music and he just shrugs.

"I dunno." He laughs and I connect my fist with his jaw. He wiggles out of my grip and punches me back, hard. I get shoved against the wall, and my head is bashed into the wall. Again. I think I broke my nose. Again. I push him back and he stumbles onto the ground. I straddle him and repeatedly smash my fist into his face.

"Your an asshole, David!" I scream and he shoves me off of him. I hit the table and now I'm the one getting repeatedly punched in the face. I grab his head and bring it down against the table. I yank back, only to bring his face against the wood again. Then I feel someone pull me off of him and I see Blake. "I have to finish this." I tell him but he holds me back.