Complicated // h.s.

twenty-three

*Harry's POV*

I wish that it was easy to forget about her. I wish that it was easy to stop loving her. It was nearly impossible. I would think of her when the simplest things would happen. Every time that I saw a girl wear black, I would think of her. Every time I saw a girl with dark brown hair, brown eyes. I would think of her.

Her.

She was everything to me. She became everything to me so easily and just like that she was gone. I forced her to leave, I did. I hated the fact that she slept with someone else and cheated on me. I hated that she kept it from me for such a long time. I wanted to forgive her. I wanted to just forget about all the hurt that came with the four months without her, but I couldn't.

Seeing her just made all my feelings towards her jumbled up. I wanted to embrace her in a hug, smell her wonderful scent, and just forget about everything that has happened. I knew that I couldn't. I had to be stronger than that. I was only being hostile to stop me from falling for her once again. I'm still falling from the first time.

So I left. I left because I absolutely couldn't take being in the same room as her without touching her the way that I wanted to.

As I walked into my apartment I slammed my door and punched the wall next to my door. I couldn't take this anymore. I devoured myself in work because that was the only thing that kept my mind off of her. I needed to have my mind off of her.

I stormed into my liquor cabinet that became quite abundant the past few months due to my father and our colleagues. I poured tequila into the glass which brought back even more memories with Sawyer. She loved tequila. I slammed my glass down and it ended up shattering with the heavy slam against the counter.

I should have never fell for her and her sick game in the first place. She put me into her enchanting trap and made it nearly impossible for me to get out of it.

I slipped the tequila back into the cupboard and took out the vodka instead. I decided on not taking another glass out. I just drank straight from the bottle loving the burn that the alcohol caused. It numbed for the most part. It made me ignore the constant thought of Sawyer. It made me ignore my love for her just temporarily.

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*Three days later*

*Sawyer's POV*

It was Christmas day. I was expecting for the holiday to get me a better mood, but it just made everything worse. To see such happiness in everyone that I didn't have because I wasn't with the man that I truly loved. I hated feeling like this. I hated that what I had done had caused Harry to become so cruel, so cold.

It was Christmas party time. I slipped on a black sheered dress with short sleeves. I slipped on my shoes and then walked out to the crowd of people that was just beginning to arrive.

This was an annual thing. My parents threw a big Christmas party and invited way too many guest. The parties went on for hours upon hours usually ended at the brink of dawn. It was all the same shit. It was like the only time that rich bastards got so wasted they forgot how many fingers were on one hand.

I searched through the crowd of people in search for Harry. I was hoping I would see him, so that I could tell him how much of an ass he was the other day. But I looked for hours, and he never came.

I spotted Louis quickly. He smiled at me and walked up to me. He enveloped me in a hug. I actually missed him. I hadn't seen him since Hawaii. It was actually great to see a familiar face in a sea of people.

"Long time no see." Louis smiled warmly.

I chuckled as I walked away from our embrace.

"I've been busy with college. How are you?" I asked him.