a/n: when you have writers block but screw it, you're doing it anyway.
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I ran my fingers through my unkempt dirty blonde hair in apprehension, scrutinising the throng of strangers in search for my friends.
The unaccustomed bar was so somber that it was almost impossible to distinguish any familiar faces. I heaved a sough of annoyance and glanced impatiently at my watch.
Whatever the time was, I had already forgotten it.
I glanced back up again, ready to get up when someone approached me with a sheepish smile. "Hey," he greeted falteringly, and my eyes darted away from his dark pair, in need of a way to escape a possible boring conversation.
"Hello." He gazed at me awkwardly for a moment that lasts too long than it should've. "This sounds stupid...But it's about your friend over there." He gestured timidly over to Harry, who was chatting mindlessly to a small group of people. A half-empty drink is clutched in his hand, and he seemed somewhat blithe.
"I wanna talk to him. Do you... Do you know if he's into guys?" the stranger smiled hopefully, and I mentally grimaced. Using every ounce of effort that remained in my body, I oblige myself to seem as nonchalant as possible.
I conpelled a fake grin back. "Oh, yeah. Uh, he's bisexual," I answered, cringing just the slightest. It wasn't like I was doing anything wrong, in fact, Harry was surprisingly open with his sexuality. It was the fact that I told the truth, instead of lying so that this stranger wouldn't steal my Harry.
I'm not that possessive, I swear. It's the drink talking.
His face lit up, goofy smile widening. "Great! Thank you so much!" He exclaimed, before making his way towards Harry. They engage in conversation effortlessly. I turned away immediately before I end up vomiting in distaste.
Who knows how much time passes before Harry turns up just in time to prevent me from falling asleep in this boisterous foreign place. He smiled obliviously. "That guy told me you helped him out - you'd make a great wingman. Cheers for that, I got his number!"
He smiles so widely that his deep blue eyes illuminated, and I scowled in frustration at how happy he appeared to be. I should've just lied.
"Great, no problem," I mutter, hoping my sarcasm wasn't too obvious. Though, that's almost impossible. "I bumped into Josh just a second ago. He said to find you - we're leaving."
His voice was too bright for my liking. It didn't seem right. I simply nodded and followed him out, relief washing over me as soon as I stepped out and inhaled in the cool, fresher air gratefully.
It was gloomy and bleak outside, countless stars dotted the only black sky. In the distance, a crescent moon shined above us. A single lamppost blinked its blinding yellow light. Me and Harry fell in behind Josh and Ethan.
Harry's captivating teal eyes scanned my face thoroughly. "Are you okay?" He murmured, concern laced in his voice. I shrug carelessly, shoving my cold hands into the pockets of my hoodie. "I don't know anymore," I sighed in admittance, my eyes trailing down to the dull pavement.
"Are you jealous?"
I returned my gaze to Harry. "Jealous of what?" I scoff in disbelief. Who does he think I am?
"I mean, he was peng," he chuckled lightheartedly. At that moment I wanted to facepalm so hard that it'd blast me right out of this planet.
"Of course not," I snorted. "I'm jealous of him, not you."
He paused in his steps, head tilted in puzzlement. "Is that supposed to mean anything?" He muttered.
I shrug once again, too drunk and weary to regret spilling truths.
"So you're jealous of Nate giving me his number?"
I draw in a sigh, resisting the temptation to slap some sense into him. "You already have my number," I growl. "And who's Nate?" Frustration wells inside me as he presses on with this uncomfortable subject.
"The guy," Harry replies. "I just don't under-"
"Can you just shut up? It's not that big of a deal, so just drop it, okay?!"
Silence fell upon us, heavy and hollow. Now I begin to regret things. Harry's face falls, making me feel uneasy. Hurting him in any way would be the biggest mistake of my life.
Josh called for us to hurry up, obliterating the awkward silence between us.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so..." My voice faltered, and so does my emotions. Harry's ocean eyes narrow furiously.
"Rude?" He muttered bitterly.
"Yes. It's just..." I paused and my eyes flickered away from his intense stare. He raised a brow expectantly.
I wanted to tell him. Being intoxicated means that - since this is a cliche scene because the author is basic and unoriginal - inconvenient confessions are guaranteed. Not a coincidence. And so I did.
"I like you, Harry. I was just jealous that I helped this random Nate guy get into your pants. I don't want to be just your friend and wingman."
Harry's footsteps slowed down, and I was about to apologise once again and blame it on the alcohol, when the most dazzling, lopsided simper adorned his flawless features, releasing an endless abundance of butterflies swarming into my stomach.
"Really? Like, like?"
I smiled back gleefully. "Like like."
A tint of pink glowed on his cheeks. "I like you too. Like like."
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don't you just love how everything escalates so quickly in my chapters.
and how i broke the fourth wall.
and how that exposes my 'highly self-critical' problem.
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