(Ranked #4) When Amanda's boyfriend, Harry Styles, leaves her for his ex, how will Amanda live her life after her parents stated clearly that they won't accept her again if she fought with Harry, since they already disapproved on their relationship...
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It will take more than a hundred flower, to remind me of him again.
It will take more than a thousand green eye, to remind me of him again.
it will take more than a million passionate hug, to remind me of him again.
At least, that's what I tried to convince myself for a billion times, but failed for a zillion times, again...
Amanda's P.O.V.
I could smell the alcohol in his breath; he was that close. My drunk mind was faster than my wise one, and took control of the whole situation. Without any warning, I smashed my lips on his. They were familiar, but there was something wrong about this whole situation.
I murmured a few words, I have no idea what they were, though. It felt so right to say them, but so wrong.
Suddenly, I was aware of what was going on while I was tugging on his hair, gently. I slowly pulled myself away from him, no matter how torturing it was.
We made eye-contact. It was for sure Harry. My Harry. The Harry I lost. The Harry I needed. The Harry I have to let go, once and for all.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I made my way out of the club, after saying good night to Quentin. He just nodded.
Standing outside, I waited for a taxi to arrive. Abruptly, Harry came out from the club, and stood beside me as he smirked down at me.
"Why are you smirking at me, prevent?" I snapped, crossing my arms.
"Weren't you the one who always say that the truth words come out once you're drunk?" He asked me.
"Yea?" Well I did say it once or twice, didn't I?
"Well...."
"Well what?" I asked angrily.
The smirk was replaced with a look of love and passion, as he looked into my eyes. "You said you still love me."
I was speechless, but I found some words to say, "Yea? So what? It's not like I knew who you were anyways?"
"So, you just say ' I love you' to any guy you make out with at the club and tug on his hair, like you miss the feeling of being with him, touching him?" With each word he said, he stepped closer. And with each step he took, I took one farther, until I hit the wall behind me.
Just then, a taxi stopped, saving me from answering. "Wanna a ride, beautiful? I can take somewhere other than your house, if you know what I mean." The old taxi driver winked. Ew!
"She'll come with me." Harry snapped.
"Well, you're lost." He was for sure drunk. The old man drove away, and Harry held my hand in his, and brought it to his lips, carefully, like I will vanish any second.
"Let me show you how sorry I am. I swear it was a mistake, love. I hate every second that I'm not with you. I pray every night that you're happy with anyone you want, but then I realized that I'm the one who can make you the happiest. I-" I interposed his speech.
"I don't need you in my life, Harry! I can make myself the happiest. Any guy who loves a girl can make her the happiest. Just stay away from me, Harold! You've done enough tonight!" I said, taking my hands out of his.
I started walking back into the club. I asked Quentin to lend me his car, and he accepted, like always. Quentin's apartment just beside the club, so he doesn't need his car to go home, anyways.
And just like that, I let go of Harry.
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