Fall.// h.s au Short Story

Chapter 31

Warning: Contains sexual content

The bar is busy as usual. I wore my dark navy lace dress that rested mid-thigh and my black pumps. My makeup for today was simple but a little extra.

 I sit in one of the booths and rest my back on the cushion. My text to Harry was quick. "Hey, it's me Lauren. Thought you and I could 1v1 and catch up." Of course, he agreed. I asked him out but why am I really nervous?

What we had was clearly not fake. He really did care about me. The only thing that has been bothering me until now is that he didn't chase after me that night. He didn't fight for me. I've been there through thick and thin and shit for him, he's been there for me too but the fact that he acted like what we had was nothing, hurts, hurts a lot.

So I know I'm over him. Even though I miss his presence, I know it isn't as important as my self-respect. I don't deserve him.

After a couple of minutes he arrives, adorned in his tight black jeans and his tight fitting black polo long sleeves. He catches my eye and walks towards me. I clutch my phone in my hand and force a smile. He slides in front of me and twinkles a smile. He's nervous too, I know him.

"Hey." He says awkwardly while settling himself in his seat.

"Hi Harry, um let me get a waiter." I glance around noticing that the bar didn't have any and that we had to order ourselves. "We have to go to the bar there, actually." I laugh at myself, feeling embarrassed. I remove my hair from my face and smile at him. "I can order for us, it's on me."

"No, no of course not. Let's go together." He disagrees and shakes his head while he stands up.

We walk together and slide onto to the stools so we're sitting beside each other. "Can I get a sex on the beach please?" I hand her my card and stuff it back into my purse when she's done with it. Harry orders his drink as well.

After a couple of hours, that's when we start to talk more. "You look great Lauren." He compliments while he takes a sip of his beer, resting on his right elbow to look at me.

"Same to you Harry." I reply back.

After a couple of drinks, that's when I knew I couldn't keep my filter and neither can he, we were both drunk. "So what was up today, at the plaza?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"What?" his face turns to a dark crimson which makes me laugh.

"You're not over me Harry Styles?" I smirk at him, while I down my vodka.

"You didn-"

"What!" I ask in disbelief. "I didn't what Harry." I feel all the emotions that I hid for a month crawling back to me. He can't make any stupid excuses.

"You didn't give me a chance." He bites his lip as if his eyes were going to water. Fucktard.

"Are you fucking high? Harry, you wouldn't have even spoken to me if I wasn't related to Ann!" I roll my eyes and lean towards him. i rest my left forearm on the counter as i slam my shot glass on the surface as well.

"That's not true. I always wanted to speak to you but when you first came to my frat party that's when I knew you were related to her. You weren't a plan Lauren. You were my stupid excuse to Stacey to boost up my ego. While we were together I never thought about using you but when I saw Stacey I had to bring some shit up to hurt her as well." He leans towards me as well, leaving us only a couple centimeters apart. He glances to my lips as I stare at his as well. I quickly snap out of it and begin to walk away.

"Go suck yourself Harry better yet Regan can go suck it for you!" I yell at him as i make a bline to the doors. 

I try to look around the small parking lot for my car but I still can't find it. It's hard to walk when you're drunk as hell. I can't believe Harry gave me a pathetic excuse. It's the same fucking thing.