my brother's bestfriend

18

"So you know how there was a party last night?" Joey speaks

"Yeah, and?" he's getting me impatient.

"Okay so last night I ended up going. Please don't be mad at me" he rushes out.

"Joey.. Really? You think i'm going to get mad at you for going to a damn party." Why did he call me just to tell me that.

"Yes.. And anyways, something happened at the party."

"What"

"So I went there to get out of the house because my cousins were annoying me. So I had Tori bring me, you know who she is right? Anyways, I was at the party for a while and it was around four in the morning . I needed to get a breather because I was tired and that bitch Tori was no where to be found. I went upstairs and found a bedroom. And guess what I saw?" he says. Why is he questioning me at the good part.

"What happened Joey" I roll my eyes.

"I kind of walked in on Harry-"

"What was he doing" I cut him off.

"Shut up and let me finish. So I walked in on Harry and he was.. Sort of naked, on top of a girl that was also nude.. They were too busy making out to notice that I was there so I made a run for it"

"W-what?" I stutter. I was sad over a little kiss he might've gave someone else last night but.. sex? Tears brim my eyes and I try to stay calm, "Why did you call me so early to tell me"

"Crystal. It's already 1 In the afternoon"

What? How is it already 1? "Oh" I reply, I don't trust myself to speak without crying, "Well. I have to go..um love you Joey thanks for telling me" I squeak, God I can't hold it in anymore. I take a deep breath and end the call after his "Goodbye"

This is hard to believe and not at the same time. It's hard because the night he kissed me, he was mad about rumors of him being a player. Then he goes and tells me he has feelings a couple days later. Now he's having sex with most likely an easy whore. Why would he do that to me? He probably never cared about me and just wanted to play with my feelings.

I feel myself crying, crying for what? Why am I crying? Harry doesn't deserve my time. I'm loyal, I deserve to be treated right. I need to pick myself up because he doesn't deserve a single tear from me.

Standing up, I let out a sigh and dab my eyes and head to the bathroom. I need to remove the stains of sorrow off my cheeks. Once I get in I lock the door and wash my face and do all the other morning routines.

I'm done, I look just as normal as any other day and that's exactly what I was looking for. I step out into the hallway and walk downstairs. My eyes stay to the ground as I hear shuffling in the kitchen. I open the fridge and take a carton of milk.

"Crystal?" I pause. I can't move. My eyes deceive me as they become glossy. I try to hold my tears back but I feel my face heat.

"What" I say, not daring to look at Harry. Why does he have to be here now? Why is he always at my house?

"Good Morning.." he awkwardly smiles and sits at the table and brings a spoon full of cereal to his plump lips.

I pour my cereal and milk into the bowl and sit down in the chair far from him. Harry notices but doesn't say anything. He just glances at me repeatedly before continuing his cereal.

"What's wrong" he finally asks breaking the silence..

"W-what? nothing's wrong" I rush and continue my breakfast. He eyes me.

"You don't expect me to fall for that do you?" he's serious, not like his usual joking self. Does he care about me? No Crystal it's all an act don't be a fool.

Harry's POV

She doesn't respond. She just continues to stare at he almost empty bowl.

"When you walked in your head was low, your eyes are red and puffy. And your nose is pink. There's nothing wrong, huh" I say and look down at my breakfast.

I feel so guilty for last night. But I longed for the feeling.. Just to be in someone, I needed to get my head straight after what happened last night at my house. If I hadn't had sex with the girl, I would've went crazy, punching anyone I could get my hands on. Instead, I got drunk and fucked some random girl that was easy. That got my mind off of what happened.. Mostly.

"Nothing's wrong okay? Why are you here anyways, don't you have a home to go to." she clears her throat. Why is she being so rude? Okay, i'm not going to push her into telling me the truth.

"Sorry.." is all I bring myself to say, "for making you uncomfortable with my question." I finish and walk over to the sink and begin to wash my dish.

"Why are you eating breakfast now?" she asks, still eating.

"I.. I uh, went to a party last night and got wasted. I guess I didn't get to bed too early last night." I state finishing the dishes and turning to her.

"Is that why you called me?" My heart drops at her words. What? I called her? What if I said something stupid.

"I-I called you?" I try to stay calm with my words.