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Chapter 75 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

The bar was full, all the stools taken by drunken people and useless conversation, and my phone had at least fifty messages from Scarlett (ok, maybe not that many, but there were quite a few), although my glass was once again empty and I needed refill urgently. Because I was ignoring her; and I needed to be drunk.

“Give me this damn phone, Styles. I’m gonna message her back for you,” Dave stated, burying his hand in my pocket and trying to pull my mobile out, but I stopped him with a slap to his hand and a threatening finger pointed to his face. I could still see it clearly, I was so damn sober.

“You’re not gonna touch it, Samuels. I’m ignoring her and you are not going to make her think I’m back to talking to her just yet.”

Davie rolled his eyes, Mark laughed into his glass and just looked at me amusedly from his peripheral vision, and I ignored both of them, gobbling down the new refill of whiskey. I could still hear Leigh and Savanna in a table somewhere behind us, but I had my head down and my whole body turned to the bar, so I couldn’t exactly see them.

Though I was seriously considering standing up and going to join them because they were certainly a lot less arses than my two friends over here.

“I don’t get you, Harry. You’ve spent years complaining about your love life and how you would never find someone again after… her, and then when you finally do, you start ignoring the girl. What do you want from life?” I could hear Davie screaming to be heard somewhere near my ear, but the music was doing a hell of a great job at muffling him. This time I was thankful.

“They probably just argued about Meena this weekend. Scarlett must’ve said sh–t about her, or anything we had tried before, and he got all mad or something,” Mark joined the conversation this time, laughing amusedly and patting Davie’s back as if in a comfort gesture for not getting me to talk. I was the one who needed to be patted in the back!

“Shut the f–ck up, Mark. I thought we’d agreed we wouldn’t say her name again? And don’t come up with your assumptions.”

He laughed again, murmuring a loud ‘that was probably it, though’ in Davie’s ear, and once I glared at both of them, they let the smiles fall off their faces to be replaced by that same old concerned looks. Can’t one guy having a f–cking break?

“Refill, please!” I yelled at no one in particular, raising my hand and watching as the bartender came back with the bottle. “You two stop pairing up against me. Seriously you have no idea what went on so just keep your mouth shut, will you?”

Both of them somehow managed to kick off the two guys at each side of the stools next to me, and then before I could notice, they were sitting impossibly close, staring at me as if I had some sort of lethal disease. And again, how did I even become friends with them? It’s not like I had many perks.

“Then tell us what the hell went on, Haz. You’ve been in an awful mood all week,” obviously Mark was not the one to say that, but he was staring carefully at me, too, and he agreed with a slight nod.

“She f–cked up again, is what happened. And, like, I really like her. It’s been months I’ve been trying to get to her and when I think I did it, she goes all distant again,” I sighed, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I should probably get going before I fell asleep at the bar.