Bent. | h.s

the after party.

i'm laughing, i'm crying. it feels like i'm dying.

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"why didn't you get the door?"

"Didn't feel like it."

It took me 34 minutes to finally move from my position by the door since Harry left, I counted. I'd walked towards the kitchen and drank an insane amount of water, as if that would settle the fire that was currently going on inside of me, then settled back on the floor next to the canvas I'd earlier spread out, the drawing completely forgotten.

"Dammit, Cas. I thought you were sick again," Adam grunted, closing the door and walking towards me.

He'd knocked about 10 times but I didn't feel it in me to get up. The door was opened anyways.

"Sorry." I mumbled as he sat next to me, sighing loudly as he rested his head on the wall behind him. 

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why are you here?" I quickly changed the subject, dreading having to discuss the events of tonight. I knew he felt how on edge I was, and that he wouldn't leave until he knew the reason, but it was still worth the shot to try to avoid the subject. 

"What do you mean? I came to check on you," Adam states and I almost laugh at his casual tone, as if this was normal to him. "You don't have a girl with you," I began, eyeing him to try to catch what was truly bringing him here, "you always have a girl with you. You're not even drunk,"

I was worried that Harry had told him what happened. That he went upstairs to tell him that I gave him missed signals and that I was insane for letting someone like him go, and I was. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I turned him down.

I know that all of that was just my nerves getting the best of me, and that Harry was too nice to actually say something like that, but the worry was still there.

"Cassie I told you I wouldn't get drunk," he scoffs, "I was worried about you."

F.uck. I knew it.

"What did he tell you?"

"Who?"

"Styles."

"Nothing, why?" Adam looks at me worriedly and I shake my head. This kiss was going to haunt me till my dying day. "Never mind."

"Did something happen when he came here?" s.hit.

"No."

"Cas,"

"We may have," I start nervously and Adam looks at me with bugged eyes, expecting the worst I assume, "almost kissed," I finally confess and Adams jaw drops faster than a wrecking ball.

By the look on his face, if I didn't know any better I'd say he was surprised that I managed to get a guy like Harry close enough to almost kiss.

Adam keeps staring at me for a minute, shaking his head, opening then closing his mouth, repeatedly, too shocked by the news.

I start to think that he's not planning on saying anything until he finally drawls out, "What the fuck." in a high pitched voice.

"My thoughts exactly."

"What did you do?"

"Made him leave."

"F.uck, I knew the kid liked you but didn't think it was that bad,"

"Wait, what?" Adam closes his eyes as if he regrets the words that have just came out of his mouth, he then gets up and starts pacing in front me, continuously running his hand through his hair almost in distress. "I was going to tell you," he finally states and my nerves turn to anger.