HARRY’S P.O.V
“Leaving, because it seems as though you’re having some issues! You’re also crazy for trying to look through my shit!” I yell at Mia as I slam the door behind me.
God she made me so mad. How could she just think it was okay too look through my stuff? She was clearly having some trust issues. Nikki had been sending me a few of these messages and the only times I had replied was to tell her to stop. I love Mia, not her. But she just had to send another one didn’t she, and Mia just had to see it. Bloody hell Nikki. I was beyond pissed that Mia was looking through my phone though.
I climbed into my car and slammed the door. I should’ve just stayed at school today. I pressed on the gas and zoomed out of Mia’s street. Where to go now? I could go to the gym to get my anger out, or I could go to the bar to make myself feel better. Actually to make myself feel nothing. Bar it was. I wasn’t a huge drinker but when I’m pissed at something that’s usually where you will find me. I rolled up to the local bar and made my way in. Not many people were here considering it was only around 12 o’ clock. Oh well, more for me. I took a seat on the dirty stool on the bar.
“Straight vodka.” I hissed at the bar tender as he took my order.
I stayed at the bar pretty much the whole after noon, chatting and drinking and trying to forget about Mia. One drink led to another and by the time it was 5’o clock I was completely smashed.
I was leaving the bar and something pulled me towards my car. I knew it was a stupid decision to drive but I wanted to get to Mia. Even though I’m super mad at her I should probably explain the whole Nikki situation.
I needed to see Mia.
MIA’S P.O.V:
It was around 5’o clock, and I was still angry at Harrys outburst. We have never had a fight before and I hated it. I hate fighting all together and doing it with Harry made it worst. I wish I just didn’t look at his phone all together, but I deserved to know that Nikki was sending him those pictures.
Mum wouldn’t be home till late tonight so I decided to chuck a healthy choice meal in the microwave. I couldn’t be bothered cooking, microwave meals were so much easier.
This ‘mental health day’ didn’t really work. I still felt like complete shit. I guess I was just going to have to suck it up. I sat down on the couch with my microwave meal and turned on a movie. I sad movie actually. The Note Book. Why did I decide to watch this one? I’m such an idiot but I always get sucked in.
Tissues covered around me as I wiped my tears away. This movie was so bloody sad. A large thump interrupted my sobs followed by a couple of swear words. Someone was at my front door but who?
I opened my door to see a very intoxicated Harry. He kicked over the pot plant that sat near the doorstep. God he was annoying.
“Harry?” I asked as he turned around to see me standing in the door way.
“Mia!” He yelled throwing himself at me.
“Harry, are you drunk?” I ask pushing him off me.
“No. Maybe. A little.” He smirks at himself. “Have you been crying?” Harry questions.
“No. Well yes, but because I’m watching a sad movie.” I begin but was distracted when I noticed his car on the opposite side of the street.
“HARRY! DID U DRIVE HERE?!” I yell at him.
How stupid could he get? He wasn’t just risking his life, but he was risking overs around him.
“I wanted to see you Mia.” He rushed letting himself in the house.
He could hardly walk straight.
“Sit down.” I bite, as he stumbles into the living room.
He can’t go home like this. But I really can’t be bothered putting up with him. We’re already in a fight and he had to go get drunk. I wouldn’t have thought that this is like him. I guess I was wrong.
“You’re so hot Mia.” Harry says leaning over to me. But I push him away.
“Harry you’re drunk, and if you don’t remember I’m angry at you.” I state.
“You’re angry at me? Don’t you think I should be the one angry?” He bites back. Here we go.
“Look I’m sorry that I looked through your phone, but why didn’t you tell me Nikki was sending those pictures?” My voice comes out weak.
“Look Mia, you shouldn’t have gone through my shit, it was wrong of you. I had replied to Nikki saying stop sending me pictures but she hasn’t stopped. I was going to say something to her today, but I wanted to come and look after you.” Harry confesses.
Crap, I look like the biggest idiot. I was completely in the wrong. I shouldn’t have gone through Harrys stuff, but I couldn’t help it when I saw Nikki’s name. I realise it’s not Harry’s fault she’s sending those messages and I appreciate him telling her to stop.
“Look Harry I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” I apologize.
“Whatever Mia, let’s just not talk about it anymore.” Harry says.
He doesn’t sound as drunk anymore. I know he still is, he just doesn’t seem it.
“What are we supposed to do with you, you’re too drunk to go home.” I sigh.
“We can have some fun.” Harry smirks. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Yeah, not going to happen. Your drunk Harry.” I laugh.
“Come on upstairs, you will just have to stay the night. But mum can’t find out or she will flip. Go upstairs and I will bring up some water and food okay.” I tell harry exiting the lounge room.
I hear him struggle up the stairs and it causes me to laugh. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and make him a quick sandwich. Food and waters supposed to sober you up so I thought this would be the best decision. I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom holding the water and sandwich tight. I walk in my room to find a nearly passed out Harry. I wanted him to eat and drink before he went to bed so I woke him up.
“Harry, get up. You need to have a drink of water and a bit of food.” I said nudging his side.
‘Fine.” He mumbles pulling himself up.
I watch him as he slowly drinks the whole glass of water and eats half the sandwich.
“Now you can go to sleep.” I say moving my pillows around to give him room.
“Not without you.” He says picking me up and chucking me next to him.
I squeal in surprise.
“Hold on.” I laugh getting off the bed.
I quickly change into my pyjamas trying not to let harry see. I then shoot mum a quick text telling her I’m exhausted and I’m going to bed. So she wouldn’t come check on me. I re-took my spot in the bed next to Harry as he pulled me in tight. My back was against his chest as his arms wrapped around my body and his head rested between my shoulder and neck.
“Good Night Harry.” I whisper.
“Night Baby.” He replies back, before we both drift off into sleep.
