Color Blind H.S

Dirty Laundry

She's got her secrets. Yeah, I've got mine too.
All Time Low
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*Done*

Harry's P.O.V (at the club)

Why was she here? Why did she have to come here out of all places? Why did she have to look so good? And why did she have to be near him? I could no longer see her brown eyes, and no longer felt her burning gaze on me. I came here to be alone away from her, but there she is only a few steps away.  I looked back at the bartender ordering another shot. I sighed thinking back on today, and the choices I've made.
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"We need you to come to the house, Harry. We will see you right?" I rolled my eyes hearing the high pitched voice I've grown to hate.
"Yes, I'll see you later my love. " I answered sweetly ignoring how Angel's eyes widen a bit. This was going to be a long day.
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"Bye Harry," I watched her walk inside, and pulled off driving to the familiar white house. I parked my car in the driveway and walked to the door. Everything in this house was white, and it was boring. No other color was in the house or even allowed inside, and that included people.

I walked to the living room sitting down and waited for them to come and join. I heard faint whispers and the sound of heels clicking get closer and I became anxious.

"Harry, how are you doing?"

"I'm good Louis. How are you?"

"I'd be great but we have a slight problem."

"That would be?"

"Boss isn't quite happy with your new friend. I don't know who she is or anything like that. I just know he wants you to distance yourself from her."

"Louis we both know the reason behind."

"Yes I know but let's just try to keep Mr. Boss man happy?"

"Yeah whatever," I stood up and followed them into the meeting room to discuss what we needed.
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I sighed no longer wanting my drink. I looked back at Angel to see her in Mr. Lover boy's lap. I saw her shift uncomfortably and a blush rise to her chubby cheeks. The dress she wore was tight on her showing off every damn curve on her body. She looked stunning the way her curls would fall in front of her face. I shouldn't feel this way, but I don't even know what I'm feeling. I looked over at her friend to see her already staring at me. I took this opportunity to get closer to Angel without talking to her.  I looked into Angel's friends eyes as I walked closer. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body very well, she had long hair and a dark tan. She was very pretty but I could tell, by the small giggle that left her mouth when I sat down, that this was not going to work.

"I'm Harry."

"Bea. That's Angelica, and that's Zayn." She pointed to the two and giggled again. She was obviously tipsy by the way she would giggle every 10 seconds.

"Wanna dance?" I looked at Angel as that Zen dude took her to the dance floor. Bea grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow.  I didn't want to dance not with her anyways. I followed anyways so I could watch them. Bea started dancing pushing her body onto mine, but I took no notice as I saw Angel being pulled into his arms. She looked like she was going to pass out. She pulled away once again stumbling into the crowd. I tensed when I saw him follow after. I grabbed Bea's hand and pulled her towards Angel's path. I stood in her way hearing a small 'ow' when she ran into me.

"Harry?"

"Let me take you home?" I grabbed onto her hand tightly when I started to feel her pull away.