CORIE
Is this a joke?
Everyone's eyes are on us and I stare at Harry in confusion. " What are you doing?!" I yell at him.
" Me? What are you doing up here being a whore?!" he screams back. I can't lie, my feelings were extremely hurt but I wouldn't show it. He wouldn't get the satisfaction.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mike making his way towards Harry and I step in front of him and put my hand on his chest. " Watch your mouth!" Mike shouts pointing a finger at Harry.
" Or what? You're gonna get your nose broken?" Harry taunts. "Corie come here."
" You're drunk Harry."
" So? Come here, unless you want me to come get you," he says holding his hand out.
" Don't threaten her!" Mike warns.
I scream when Harry charges Mike and causes him to fall. Rushing to Mike's aid I help him up as security detained Harry.
" I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I ask.
" You know I took worse hits than that," Mike joked as someone passed him a beer.
"I'm glad you're okay and I'm sorry. Look I gotta go see what his problem is, I'm going to catch up with you guys later," I say before he can stop me. I grab Harry's phone that fell on the floor on my way out and go to find him.
I rush outside followed by Margo. Looking around I spot Harry a little further up the block with Louis and Zayn trying to calm him down.
" Harry! Why the hell are you here?" I question.
" Oh now you wanna come out and talk to me? Weren't you just hugged up with some guy?"
"I wasn't hugged up, I was dancing and that's it. Why did you come in there acting like a maniac? Why did you call me a whore?"
" Cause you were displaying whore - like behavior," he laughs.
This isn't funny.
Still holding his phone I look down at a picture message he just received. "Oh, and this isn't whore - like behavior?" I question showing him the boob shot he just got with the caption 'come over later'.
He just grins at me. Tossing his phone to him I walk off with Margo close behind. This is too much for me. Harry is stressful.
Before I can take 5 steps he grabs me by the arm. "Could you stop walking off?" he screams in my face.
"Okay that's enough Harry," Zayn says trying to grab his drunken friend.
"No it's not. She needs to hear this. That picture is from one of the many girls I screw, yes. But I wasn't going over there tonight, because I'm only thinking about you. It's all I've been doing for the past few days."
"Harry---" I begin.
" No let me finish. I'm thinking about you and you're here giving out lap dances! What the hell Corie?" he screams, his veins popping out his neck.
" Guys let's get in the car, you both are causing too much attention," Zayn says calmly as Louis pulls Harry towards their truck.
I follow him and he stops me before I get in the car. "Don't. Just stay here with that bastard you were dancing on," he says coldly.
" I'm coming with you," I say my voice barely above a whisper. He looks at me and sighs.
" Margo it's okay, I'll be fine," I smile when I realize she's still standing by me.
" I'm not letting you go anywhere with some drunk guy alone," she says.
" I would never hurt Corie," Harry slurs in the backseat. There's two girls in the car and he's laying on one of their laps.
What did I get myself into?
Margo ignores him and sits in the third row of the huge truck and I climb in next to Harry and whoever this random pretty girl is.
" Can you switch with Corie?" Harry says looking up at her. The girl sucks her teeth but switches places with me.
When I sit down Harry buries his head into my chest and wraps both arms around me. He's mumbling the whole ride but no one's listening.
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When we arrive at their place we find Liam, Niall and April sitting on the couch.
"Hey what's going on?" April asks spotting Margo.
"Cor, let's go," Harry says pulling me towards his room.
" I'll tell you everything later," I say disappearing down the hall. Before I close the door to Harry's room I hear April introducing Margo to Liam.
Harry is laying on the bed with a pillow over his face. I do want to talk to him but it may be best if he sleeps. I take off his boots and sit beside him.
" Why were you all over him Cor?" he asks from beneath the pillow.
" I was just dancing."
"You were giving him a lap dance, I saw you."
" That's still considered dancing."
" I consider it being a whore."
" You know what Harry, you want to call me a whore when you sleep with a different girl every night. If I'm a whore then what does that make you?"
" Stop trying to justify your behavior."
" Huh? Why am I even explaining myself to you? You're not important, " I lie.
" Yea? Well you're important to me," he counters sitting up and heading towards his dresser. He got out a fresh pair of pajama pants and began to undress.
" You don't act like I'm important to you, " I say turning around to give him privacy. Not that he would care.
" How do I not act like it?"
" Harry really? You ask that after calling me a whore."
" In all fairness, you called me one too."
"This conversation isn't getting anywhere, " I say rubbing a scratch on my arm.
" You're hurt? What happened?" he asked eyeing the long scratch.
"You um kinda grabbed me wrong and..."
" I did that?" he asks walking over to me and kneeling down in front of me. "I'm so sorry Cor you know I wouldn't intentionally hurt you."
"Don't worry your words hurt more."
While on his knees he lays his head on my lap. "I'm sorry, you know I don't think of you that way. I'm just a jerk."
" Yea, you are."
" You ready for bed?" he asks and I nod my head yes. We've done enough arguing for one night. " You have to get out of these clothes, I'm sure this douchebag scent belongs to him."
" Harry."
" Change your clothes," he says throwing me a shirt and some pajama pants.
It's probably best not to argue with him.
