Chapter 10
The songs I listened to while making this chapter was
Superman by Taylor Swift
Uncover by Zara Larsson
Perfect Two by Auburn
And
Better than words by One Direction
(This is still the same day only it’s Harry’s p.o.v.)
Harry’s P.O.V.
I’ve just had enough of all the shit happening this morning. I can’t just fucking stay here on the ground crying like a God damned baby.
Not to fucking mention that the reason I’m drop dead crying like a baby is because of some girl. No wait, Ellie’s not just ‘some girl’. I mean she is.
No, fuck no. Hell no she isn’t. What the fuck is this woman doing to me, messing my feelings up and shit.
I quickly jump out of the floor, rushing to the bathroom to wash my puffy—obviously been crying face. I looked hideous and never in my wildest fucking dreams did I ever fucking imagine me sobbing over a fucking girl. Especially the fucking fact that I cried because I felt like I had competition. Niall fucking Horan. This has never fucking happened to me, I always got who and what I wanted. I never had competition, and this just proves that this is all fucking bullshit.
It’s been exactly 4 fucking hours that I haven’t seen Ellie and the last time I saw her, she was with fucking Niall. It’s pretty fucking stupid but I can’t fucking get her out of my mind. It’s like she’s fucking stuck to it, it’s driving me fucking insane.
If I find out that Elle is still with Niall, I swear to every God there is that I’ll loose my shit and flip out on Niall. Fuck him for going near her. Parts of me are telling me that she wasn’t with him but a huge part of me is saying that she’s still with him because where else could she possibly go? I mean she could go with Trin. No matter how fucking annoying Trin is and how inflamed I am that Trin’s filling Elle’s head with bullshit about me being a dick, I’d always choose Elle to be with her than Niall. I’d rather have them gossip than have Niall lead her on and treating her that ways I should be treating her.
Fuck Niall for being a cheeky bastard.
Elle is fucking mine. He should know when to fucking stop, and he knows better than to step on my fucking line.
After washing my face, I couldn’t fucking stop myself from leaving the room; bringing my car keys with me. The longer I stayed in the room, the more I thought of Ellie. But even if I left the room, I’d still be thinking of her but it’s better than pretending she was there with me.
I storm through the halls. All my rage and anger coursing through me as I stride through the parking lot, trying to get to my car as fast as fucking possible. I was so fucking done with being such a pussy.
Driving as fast as I could, my eyes scan the road for any local bar. I could careless if I had to drive miles away from campus cause I needed to drink. I needed to get drunk so once I am intoxicated, nothing could stop me from beating up Niall for being a wanker and taking away my Ellie.
Nothing could hold me back when I’m drunk for I wouldn’t know my surroundings; all my focus would be on ruining Niall’s fucking face. I didn’t even think about the consequences, I was too pissed off and I’m so fucking ready to show him how far he crossed my line.
Finding a bar was surprisingly easy despite a University not even 5 miles away from here. The second my eyes spot a bar, my feet push down the break as I immediately shift my direction towards it. I looked like a wreck less asshole and that was exactly who I was. I wasn’t some shit guy crying over a girl.
The way I parked was dangerous and hell do I wish that anyone copy my ruthless, careless actions.
My paranoia takes over me as images of Elle driving how I am haunts my mind. I push the thoughts away, finding a parking spot right in front of the bar. Perfect.
