Eighteen | H.S. |

t w e n t y s i x

(This chapter changes POV a lot so just a heads up so you don't get confused.)

Harry POV

Oh fuck me. Is the first thought that comes to my mind when I see her. God, she looks sexy. I've never seen her with straight hair, and it looks good. The dress she's wearing is how do I even explain it. Amazing. Made in heaven. Tailored perfectly for her body. It's too bad she isn't mine anymore, because I would of taken her right now-Stop. I tell myself. I need to stop thinking dirty thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" She ask over the loud music. I can't tell if she's just wondering or being cold.

"Friends." I tell her as I sit next to her. "What about you?"

"Same. But I want to get wasted." She gives me a mischievous grin.

"Same." I return the evil grin. once the bartender comes around and ask us what we want. "Four of you strongest shots."

"What would you like?" He ask Sarah.

"Five of your strongest." It's like she's challenging me. Well Sarah, challenge excepted.

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"Pass the joint lad." I say as I sit on the cold wooden floor. They pass the pot to me and I take it in. It feels like relief. My heads fogged up and I'm as high as the clouds.

I pass the joint on and grab the whiskey off the table. I take a long swig of it and I feel unstoppable at anything I do. Then I hear the door burst open and my mum is standing furiously by the door.

"Harold Edward Styles! What the hell are you doing?" She demands a answer and I shrug.

"I don't know Anne." I reply and she looked as if she was shot.

"Did you just call my Anne?" She again demands a answer.

"Sorry. My mistake." I laugh and her face turns red.

"Everyone out!" She points to the door and I hear the shuffles of people standing up. Once everyone's gone, I prepare for the worst because I'm high as hell and drunk as fuck. "Why are you smoking again?"

"Because." I'm starting to see two of her. "Are there two of you?"

"Oh my." She mutters to herself. "We moved to America for a reason."

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Sarah POV

"One more." I say and Harry ask for the same thing. I feel dizzy but fucking amazing. My body is so light and my brain doesn't need to function.

"I feel dizzy." Harry laughs as we down our shots.

"Me too." I join him in laughing.

"You want to go outside and explore." He says with curiosity. It's like we are kindergartens again.

"Yess." I exaggerate the 's' I stand up and grip Harry's arm for support.

Once we're outside we sit on the cement sidewalk. I lean back against the building and sigh with relief. "Do you hate me?" Harry ask and I look at him.

"What?"

"You hear me. I said 'do you hate me?'" His eyes are serious.

"No. Why would I?" I ask and his eyes are filled with sadness.

"I-don't-know-" he slurs and leans back against the glass. Before I know what I'm doing I'm pulling him up. Once he's standing up he gives me a questioning look. "What are you doing?"