insanity // h.s

twelve

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My authors note is in the beginning today because its important (kinda), first off, sorry for the really short chapter. I've had a really shitty week and writers block has taken over me ): also, I would really love if you guys could please comment on this story more! I love hearing from you guys, and if I don't get a lot of comments/feedback from you guys, I never know if you guys are actually enjoying this or not! I stopped writing Fix You because of all the inactive readers, so PLEASE, comment and vote! Sorry if I sound whiney.
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Song of the Chapter- Beside You, 5 Seconds of Summer

Harry's POV

I didn't even have to open my eyes to know I was hung over. The headache and taste in my mouth was enough evidence to me.

I laid like this for a few moments, trying to remember what the hell happened last night. All I know is I came home extremely pissed off, and just drank.

I finally opened my eyes, and groaned as the bright light only worsened my headache. I looked at my surroundings and saw that I was in my living room.

"What the fuck," I groaned, lifting my hand to push the hair out of my face. Only I couldn't lift my hand, something was sitting on it.

"What the fuck," I repeated, more of a question this time.

I looked down, and sure enough, my hand was trapped, but not under something, it was under under someone.

"Addie?" I questioned, lifting my only free hand that was lazily wrapped around her. She didn't stir, so a shook her shoulder a bit.

Nothing. What the fuck happened last night?

I took a moment to look at her. She was curled up against my chest, her hair was a scattered mess, and she looked so peaceful.

So beautiful.

I shook the thought away as fast as it had come, and I nudged her shoulder again, with more force this time.

"Addie, wake up," I called out.

She groaned in protest but her eyes fluttered open nonetheless.

Her eyes were filled with confusion before realization flashed across them, and she sat up immediately, setting my other arm free.

"Good morning," she quietly muttered, sitting down at the other end of the couch, "how's your head?"

"It hurts like a bitch," I answered, trying not to show my disappointment I felt when she scooted away from me.

"I'll get you some Advil," she rushed out, standing up quickly and walking out of the room before I could stop her.

Addie's POV

"Where is his stupid medicine cabinet," I mumbled, rummaging through his kitchen as I tried to find some Advil.

I finally found some in a drawer, and picked it up with a sigh of relief, "finally."

I poured him a glass of water and walked back out into the living room, where he was now sat up on the couch.

"Here," I said, handing him the Advil and setting the glass of water on the coffee table.

He didn't say anything as he took two of them and set the water back down.

"What uhm, what happened last night," Harry asked after a long moment of silence.

And here comes the pang in my heart. I knew he wouldn't remember, something that meant a lot to me didn't even matter to him. And how would he react if he did find out? Would he regret it?

"You called me at around three in the morning," I answered, "you were drunk, and clearly upset, and asked me to come over. I was worried, so I did, and you wanted me to stay with you."

I decided I would wait until later to tell him the other detail.

Harry just nodded his head, "is that all that happened?"

Shit. What if he does remember, and he just wants to see if it meant anything to me? I can't do this now, even I'm getting a fucking headache.

"You might have also kissed me," the words left my mouth before I could stop them, and I could see Harry's eyes widen in shock.

"I-I what?"

I sat up from my seat, "I just, I was about to leave last night and it just kind of happened-"

"Fuck," he cut me off, rubbing his temples.

"Nothing else happened, Harry," I assured him, "I wouldn't let it get far."

"I think you should go."

My heart sunk, "what?"

"I just need time to think, okay?"

I suddenly was extremely pissed off. Who does he think he is? Yeah, we kissed, but that doesn't mean he has to kick me out of his apartment to think about it.

"You know what?" I snapped, "no, I'm going to stay here, and we are going to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about," he groaned, "I was obviously drunk, it didn't mean anything."

Ouch. I knew it didn't mean anything to him, but to have him say that to my face, stung.

"You don't have to act like a giant ass hole," I seethed.

"I think," Harry sighed, "it would be best if you just left."

"We aren't ever going to be anything if you can't learn how to talk to me!" I yelled, scrunching my hands into fists.

"Then maybe we shouldn't be anything, Addie!" He fired back, "fuck, this yelling isn't doing my headache any good."

"You know that, Harry? You confuse the shit out of me."

"Is that so," he mused.

"Yes, it is. You ask you hang out, you take me to dinners and offer me rides to my classes, but yet you tell me one thing, and you mean another. You make it seem like you want some sort of a relationship with me, but when we get somewhere you push me away! Do you want to be with me or not, Harry?"

He was quite for a moment before he bluntly responded, "I was drunk. It didn't mean anything."

I could feel the tears welling up before I could stop them, "you're an ass hole, Harry. A fucking ass hole."

I stomped over to his door and shoved my feet into my boots.

"Addie," he sighed behind me, "Addie, wait."

I felt his fingers brush across my forearm before I jerked my arm away, ignoring the tingling feeling that it left behind.

"Just fuck off, Harry," I spoke, mentally scolding myself for the weakness in my voice.

"Addie, please, I didn't mean-"

I cut him off by stepping into the hallway, and slamming the door in his face.