PROLAUGE
Harry's POV
"They said you weren't good for me.", she said slowly pulling away. I looked at her.
" But yet here you are..", I said leaning in closer to her. She pulled away and shook her head. " Styles, No!", she said getting up off of the couch, and walking out of the house. "Shyla! Shyla Grace!", I called. She drove off and I growled, drinking a little too much Gin last night, My head hurt.
I slowly slid down the door after I closed it, knocked over the glass in the middle and ran my fingers through my hair. What happened last night? I mean, it was clean what happened...But what Happened?
It was just five drinks....or three?
