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sixty four

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I love you." He repeated, his voice rushed and louder than before. "Don't push me away. I love you. I love everything about you. I love you more th-than anything."

"God, Harry, what is wrong with you?" I felt my tears burn the corner of my eyes and my voice begin to crack. "You just probably ruined the relationship with two of your best friends in the most horrid was possible, and possibly are the reason why Sophia, somebody I care about, is going to hate me and Aria. And you're going to say you love me? Are you that desperate for attention?"

He took a step towards me. "Addison, it's true-"

"Stop." I shouted, pushing him back, causing him to stumble and almost fall. "Just stop. You don't get to do this right now. You don't. I'm already really upset, Harry, don't make this worse by making up your love for me."

"I'm not making it up, Addie. I love you-" Harry lamely reached out for me before immediately doubling over and puking onto the sidewalk.

A group of girls who walked by shrieked at Harry's liquid puke, which was seemingly never ending, their mile-high heels annoyingly clacking on the sidewalk as they scuffled away.

"Jesus, Harry." I looked away, the sounds of his wrenching making me gag.

"I'm sorry." Harry retched, wiping his watery eyes with the back of his hands.

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth before throwing open the passenger door. I knew I couldn't leave him here.

"Get in."

"I thought you were mad at me." 

I glared at him. "I am mad at you! But I also care about you! I care a lot about you, and you're going to get hurt if you stay out here alone."

"Can you help me?" He groaned before spitting out onto the sidewalk.

"No." I walked to the other side and jumped into the drivers seat.

I watched, annoyed, as Harry crawled into the passengers seat, his stomach clutched in his veiny hands. I rolled down all the windows before pulling out of my parking spot and onto the road.

"There's gum and napkins in the glove compartment." I flatly said.

"Thanks." Harry clicked open the compartment, embarrassed.

He popped two squares of mint gum into his mouth and used a napkin to wipe his swollen lips. His jaw popped out harshly against his bronze skin as he chewed.

I kept my eyes strictly on the road ahead, trying hard not to look over at Harry's gorgeous face. The car ride was mostly silent, Harry didn't even dare to twist on the radio.

"It just...blows my mind to hear the things you say when you're drunk." I said after a moment. "You would think, that after all this time of partying and drinking, you would be able to contain your alcohol by now."

"I love you." He sounded like a broken record.

"No, no, you don't." I bit back the unwelcome tears. "You're just saying that and it's unfair. It's completely unfair for you to say that and not mean it."

"But it's true. I love you so much."

A fat tear rolled down my cheek. I sniffed, not wanting to let him see me cry. "Harry..."

He didn't say anything.

I glanced over at him to see that his eyes were puffy and his nose was sniffling. He stopped chewing his gum, his clenched hands tightly locked together, resting on his lap.