The Morning After: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 29

Avery's POV:

My mind bombards me with unnerving thoughts about what other things Harry might have been doing while he's been away.

He doesn't seem like the unfaithful type. He's more along the lines of jealously and he's more than selfish when it comes to me, and I allow it.

Feelings of betrayal shift into anger and I force myself to push the thoughts to the back of my mind but they drape over me like a shadow.

"Is everything alright?"

I turn around to see Beck standing there with concern clear in his eyes.

But I refuse to let him sugarcoat my now tainted relationship. I wrap my hand around his and he stumbles as I start to pull him back into the house.

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After about five shots of Smirnoff, my thoughts are clouded but my sober conscience reminds me of Harry's actions.

Beck starts to fill the shot glasses back up for another round and I take a look around the trashed house. Everyone seems to be outside now for some reason. I don't bother to go check and I turn back around to Beck and he hands me the newly filled shot glass.

"Last one?"

Without answer, I chug the shot letting the alcohol burn my throat as the thoughts that have been haunting me fog.

"Are you sure you're alright? I can drive you back to your hotel if you want?"

I think that would be the best option right now. I just need to relax and get away from all of this noise. He doesn't seem to be taking the affect of the alcohol as heavily as I am and the hotel is only about a five minute drive from here.

"Can we leave now?"

Beck gets up from the bar stool and waits for me at the front door. He kindly opens up the door for me and I look around in the pool of cars for his.

I spot it and open the door of the passenger seat as soon as he unlocks it. Beck slides into the drivers seat and shuts the door behind him.

The roar of the engine echoes in my intoxicated mind and I start to rub the sides of my head. The car ride back to the hotel is silent besides the hum of the engine. Beck looks over at me and tries to comfort me by placing his hand on my left knee.

I want to tell him to remove his hand but I stay mute as if my lips are glued shut abidingly. He traces circles on my knee with the palm of his thumb.

"If you need any comfort just let me know."

I gently nod my head as he pulls into the hotel parking lot. He parks the car and I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Do you want me to walk you up there?"

"You really don't have to if-"

"No I insist."

With his words he locks the car doors and he follows me into the lobby.

"Jesus this place is huge."

I laugh despite the growing pains in my head. Harry's words echo in my mind like a broken record and I can't seem to shake his behavior out of my head. I'm now having second thoughts about moving in with him. Maybe it's best if I return to England and stay with my mum.

Maybe we were thinking and acting to fast. Moving in is a big step let alone moving to a whole different country.

I'd have to start all over. I wouldn't see my friends as often.