His Bestfriend's Baby

"This is where good girls go to die"

Another bar , another night with my only British friend , Ali. The room was very dim , filled with half drunk people , the other half to wasted to even know each others names. I ordered another drink and walked to find Ali , she was over in a random corner making out with a guy that would end up staying in our flat tonight. I went to go sit on a bar stool and listen to the band mutter lyric to a coldplay song. It didn't matter if they were bad because no one was even paying attention.

"Anyone sitting there?" I looked over my shoulder to see a Tall figure.

"Nope" I turned back around and sipped on my drink, Not even looking beside me.

"American?" The boy chuckled.

"Maybe, why?" I turned to notice the blonde blur and deep blue eyes of an innocent boy, seeing his smile took my breath away, The room almost darkened instantly.

"oh nothing , its just like an American to drink the weakest beer in all of Europe." He winked at me , I began to notice how nice his smile was.

"Trust me I could drink the strongest stuff you guys have." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oi, we got ourselves a bad ass , give this lovely lady the strongest stuff you have." He winked at me as the bartender brought over a shot of the alcohol. I drunk it and it burnt like hell and started affecting me almost immediately.

I awoke to find myself in the arms of a blonde mess. Our naked bodies intertwined with the other. I rolled to to look for my phone but couldn't find it so I tried to remember what I could from last night

All I remembered where blurs except for the time that we got back I remembered the touch of his body against mine , the moans escaping our mouths and the way it felt when we laid against each other , out of breath.

That morning sun made my damned headache worsen, I looked over to the mess of blonde boy beside me , I smirked at the snoring young eyed boy. What in the hell made me think that it was it okay to go home with some random guy?

Or at least I hoped it was , the wall of white covered with a shelf filled with flat bill hats. I tried not to laugh at the fact that this was the typical 19 year olds boy room.

I heard a door close and steady footsteps walk towards his room, they didn't bother to knock but instead opened the door.

"Good morning! Ni ." the British accent stopped when his eyes met mine . I did the best to cover myself back up. those eyes . I knew those eyes , the emerald eyes that I used to wake up to every morning.

Harry.

"fuck" I heard him mumble pissed as he slammed the door.

the blonde boy finally woke up and I hurried to find my clothes and catch up with Harry.

when I got my clothes on I opened the door to .. damn I really need to find out what his name is. I looked out to find Harry pissed and changing the channel.

"Harry.. I'm-" I start to apologize.

"Ky. Just forget it." he mutters.

I move to sit beside him.

"can we talk?" I finally get it out.

"that's all I've been trying to do. I've been sitting at home alone. while you're out screwing around! but Ive moved on . just leave, don't come back." he

tried to stay strong but I understood how much he hated me and why. I picked up my phone and left.

I looked back once to see a broken boy sitting there more heart broken than mad.

I cried and headed home to my house with Ali.