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15.

Fifteen : Hallie & Harry

The wedding 'reception' was beautiful. I had to give myself props. I mean, lantern lights, boho seating arrangements on the floor, Thai food and killer dancing? Come on. I was drunk, yes. Four Mai Tai's in and I was absolutely inebriated, but it was fine because who doesn't drink and get drunk at weddings? No one, that's who. "Can I buy you a drink?" I looked to my left, eyes-pretty eyes-traced my body carefully before he zeroed in on my face.

"It's an open bar."

"The thought counts though, yeah?" I shrugged. "What'll it be then?"

"Cranberry and Vodka." I gave into him easily, but like, I was going to get another one anyway. The bartender mixed my drink and whatever the stranger ordered before handing us each a glass. "So. How'd you get in?"

"Sorry?"

"How did you get in? I don't recall inviting you."

"I'm a friend of Brayden's." I just hummed in response. He may have had pretty eyes, but I didn't like him. "Tom."

"Hallie."

"I know who you are."

"And how do you know me?"

"I know that you put this whole thing together. I know that you have a movie coming out. I know that you dated that British fag-"

"Fuck off, dude. I'm really not interested in wasting anymore of my night talking to you."

"Sorry, sorry...Harry Styles, you dated Harry Styles."

"I'm still not interested."

"What can I do to change your mind?"

"Nothing, but you can leave, if you want."

"But getting shot down by you is just so much fun."

"Kindly fuck off, please and thanks." The bottom of my glass was visible now that I'd polished off yet another drink.

"I could fuck off with you?"

"Leave me alone." Suddenly my arm was jerked away and my body was swung into a corner.

"I love you." My best friend looked so pretty. "You did this and I love you."

"I love you too. You know who else I love?"

"Who?"

"I love Harry. I love Harry a lot. I love his smile and I love his tattoos and his eyes and I love him so much and I love having sex with him and I love kissing him and yeah. I just-yeah." She smiled sympathetically down at me.

"Honey...I know you do. I know. But you need to have fun tonight. Don't think about Harry. Don't think about anything, just have fun." She turned me around and Brayden was talking to the kind of handsome, kind of creepy guy. Tom, I think his name was. "Hey, Tom is one of Brayden's best friends, go talk to him."

"I already did. He called Harry a fag. Harry is not a fag and that word is super offensive."

"Maybe he was just trying to impress you? He gets like that sometimes, but he's very nice." I was suddenly pushed forward. "Go! Go talk to him or someone else, but someone! And no moping!" I trudged over to the man already watching me intently. I held up my finger and he smiled.

"One. One more drink." One more drink soon turned into three more drinks and before I could even stop myself, he was anxiously fucking me in the bathroom and I was so numb, I could barely feel a thing. The last thing that really stood out, was getting into his car at the end of the night. That was definitely kind of it.