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nineteen

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Lydia

The drive back home was silent. Louis pretty much had his eyes focused on the dark road in front of us while I quietly looked down and fiddled with my fingers the whole way back.

Harry was right and I hated it. Yet, he was the one I wanted to be with right now. I wanted to lay in bed with him and talk about everything. I wanted to forget about our stupid little fight right before I left and I definitely wanted to forget about the Sander guy that tried to force himself upon me. Most of all, I wanted a huge glass of ice cold water.

Louis pulled up in the driveway and I walked into the kitchen. I got a glass of water and headed to the bathroom. I was almost horrified by the reflection in the mirror. Louis wasn't kidding when he said I looked like a mess. My eye makeup was down on my face and my hair was a bigger mess than it usually was. I quickly washed my face and put my hair up in a pony tail before heading to my bedroom. I wanted to take a shower to wash all evidence off from Sanders, but the current state I was in I knew that I couldn't take a shower without slipping and die.

I laid down in my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. The room was slightly spinning from the alcohol. I had to remind myself to eat before I start to drink and that I don't necessary always need the strong drinks.

A soft knock came from the door.

"Come in," I said.

The door slowly opened and Harry stood by the opening. "Louis said that you were back home," he said lowly.

I nodded quietly and signalized for him to sit down on my bed.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be."

"I am. I don't decide what you can and cannot do. It was stupid of me to think that you can't defend yourself from a bunch of drunk guys," he said. He tried to get eye contact with me, but I kept staring down on my thighs.

I stayed silent for a bit. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you. You were just trying to protect me."

His plump pink lips pulled into a small smile. He put his hand on my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes met. "Are we friends again?"

I nodded as my smile grew. He sat down next to me, resting his back against the head board. He put his arms around and I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

We stayed silent for while and I let my thoughts pass. There was so much I wanted to say to him. I wanted to spill out all my secrets to someone. I wanted someone to listen to me. I wanted that person to be Harry, but I couldn't say anything.

I fell asleep in Harry's arms, but when I woke up he wasn't there anymore. He stood by my dresser, with his back against me talking with someone on his phone. I made a stretching sound that caused him to turn around to me. He gave me a smile and continued to talk.

"Who is it?" I mouthed to him.

"Paul."

The name made me sit up. Paul never called in to say hello and have a chat.

"Fine. Yeah... Okay. Bye," he said and hung up the phone. He turned back to me. "How are you feeling?"

Expect for the bump on the back of my head, I felt weirdly fine after consuming that many drinks. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" He asked. "I can get your some aspirin and a glass of water."

"Harry, I'm fine."