She ran up to the front door struggling to open it in her furious state. After 30 seconds of fumbling and muttered curses she managed to open it, she shoved her way in quickly and slammed the door.
HARRY P.O.V
Shit! Why did I do that? Getting drunk was the worst idea! Me and (Y/n) had gone out to celebrate, it was our one year anniversary and I had just got back from touring with the lads, it was the perfect excuse for use to go out and have a good time. The first few hours were a blur of dancing drinks and making out. Around 1 (y/n) had gone to the bathroom, and that was when it had happened. I was so drunk and this girl walked up to me, she obviooously knew who I was and grabbed me one thing led to another and by the time (y/n) had come out of the bathrooms we were kissing. I will never forget the look of hurt that flashed across (y/n's) eyes, quickly followed by a look of pure anger as she walked up to me. She slapped me hard, something I deserved, then ran off crying. I froze on the spot as the horror of what I had just done sunk in. Then I blacked out.
I woke up on a familar sofa, but I knew it wasn't my own. It was Louis'. I groaned and strectched, yawning loudly, then suddenly the memories of last night flashed through my head. My eyes widened as I rushed quickly round the room picking up my clothing. I ran to the bathroom brushing my teeth whilst trying to pull my skinny jeans up with the other hand. Not bothering to tame my wild curls I ran out the front door yelling a thank you to louis. I ran all the way to our flat, fumbling with the keys as I tried to get in. Finally I got through the door but the silence that I walked into made me know that something wasn't right. I walked up to our bedroom expecting to see (y/n), but she wasn't there, I began to panic running round the house trying to find her, whilst tears ran down my face and I muttered things under my breathe telling myself what an idiot I am for mucking up everything between us.
