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○ 4.4 :: Sorry ○

WHEN I STARTED WRITING THIS CHAPTER WE WERE ON EXACTLY 900 VOTES ILY GUYS

Dedicated to chinavase bc u guys should check out her books

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"You're an idiot, Harry," a voice said. It took me a moment to figure out who was speaking, but the accent and gentle tone helped narrow it down to Liam.

"I know," Harry moaned. My heart raced in my chest as the events of the past week, as well as a blurry, fractured version of last night's party came flooding back. The middle of the party was a blur, but I remembered peeing in Harry's room. I remembered the jumper he had kept in his drawers, and I remembered puking my guts out in his toilet.

And I definitely remembered Harry showing up.

"I shouldn't have..." He groaned. Was it morning? Why was he still here? "I saw her and I just... I didn't know she would be here, Liam, I swear."

"I know you didn't," Liam sighed. "But you should've just left her, you know? She was... I mean, she's a mess, but she could've been okay."

There was a silence, then "Fück!"

"Shut up," Liam scolded. "You might wake her."

I felt their gazes turn to me and I tried to steady my breathing as best I could to make it seem like I wasn't awake and eavesdropping, and that Harry's presence didn't make me feel like I was having a heart attack, and that there wasn't an international drum circle having a very loud rehearsal in my head.

"Nice try, Kat," Liam chuckled.

"Damn it," I muttered, holding my palms over my twitching eyelids.

Both boys laughed, but only one made me have a small aneurysm.

"I'm going to go," Harry said quietly. The soft thud of his footsteps sounded, and I opened my eyes open and stared into the black abyss of my hands. I knew if I looked at him I'd break down again - last night had been embarassing enough. The door opened, but I could still feel his stare on me, feel the hope that I would turn and look at him. What good would that do? I'd probably break down while he just stood by and watched, because I'd have a full on meltdown if he tried to touch me. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, and I knew it was to me. What was he apologising for? Leading me on? Leaving me? Cutting me off by changing his goddamn number? Breaking my fùcking heart?

And then the door closed.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding and uncovered my eyes, blinking in the dull light until I could make out Liam.

"Figured you'd have a massive hangover so I left the curtains shut," he explained. "Heard you got pretty wasted last night."

"I know," I groaned, wincing when my own voice felt like an assault on my senses. Harry's cologne still hung in the air, making me feel as if I was being suffocated. I switched to breathing through my mouth. "I don't what I was thinking."

He smiled, but it quickly fell. "How are you holding up?"

"My head feels like somebody just ran over it with a semi-truck," I said bluntly.

He forced a laugh. "No, I meant with..." His eyes wandered to the door Harry had just exited through.

"Oh," I said. "That."

"Yeah..." He scratched his cheek. "Sorry for letting him in here, by the way. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's fine," I dismissed, though the stabbing feeling in my chest said that it clearly wasn't. I stared up at the white ceiling for a few moments and replayed the short snippet of conversation I had managed to hear. "Is it... is it bad that I kind of missed his voice?"