I sigh, leaning back on the couch with a plate of pizza sitting on my lap. Harry stands up to answer the door, his friends walking in soon after he opens it. I greet them with a fake smile. I was really hoping Harry and I could stay home together and talk or something. Why are they here? I mean, I love them, but leave.
"We should go to a club tonight!" Louis shouts, giving me a bad impression as to what their discussion is about and what their real motive was for coming here. Now I know... I look at Harry as his eyes flicker to mine and shrug. I don't care, it's his choice, he knows how jealous I get, but whatever, it's his life.
"Erm..." He thinks for a few seconds, holding eye contact I deem as awkward but I've always hated eye contact so whatever. "Yeah." He responds after finding not one trace of emotion in my eyes.
He goes upstairs to get dressed, walking back down in black skinny jeans and shirt and black coat over it with some kind of material wrapped around his head to keep his unruly hair pushed back. I'm so jealous, how come he can look absolutely flawless in less than 5 minutes, and without makeup, whereas it takes me at least an hour if I'm trying hard and doing my hair and makeup. Sometimes even then it's still not good enough and I still look like complete shit.
"Have fun." I offer a small smile as he leans down to peck my lips. "Do whatever you want." But don't do anything bad or I'll chop your balls off and feed them to the cat- I'm a very angry person......
*****
Around midnight my movie ends, the movie I was supposed to watch with Harry but he bailed so whatever. Everything is whatever so who cares. I yawn and walk upstairs, he hasn't texted or called me. Damn. What if he's hurt? Nah, the boys would've called me? What if they're too intoxicated to worry about him? I'm sure they would've called me at least.
Suspicion, jealousy, and worry eat me alive until I finally grap my coat and slip on a pair of black skinny jeans before driving to the club. What if he's not here? What if he's not really hurt? What if I'm being paranoid?- probably. But, what if he isn't cheating and he hates me because I just had to check up on him. I nearly stop my car before pulling into the clubs parking lot, seeing their car still parked there, the bouncer sitting on the ground with his head leaned against the brick building and sleeping.
I walk inside and wish I hadn't, its not just the aweful smell, it's the sight. I spot Harry standing between some hoes legs, her fake blonde hair, that's poorly styled, falling over her shoulders, concealing her face. His hands resting on her thighs and lips moving roughly against hers. I nearly drop my bag, tears forming in my eyes. I hate how he's the only one to spark an emotion from me, he's my world and I rely on him and that seems to have been a fucking mistake. This is why I don't get close to people, they hurt me, they always do.
Niall seems to have spotted me, he seems to be the only sober person in here. I look back over at the two of them, completely oblivious to me, but I should be used to it. He looks over to wear I'm looking, my jaw set and fists clenched at my sides, with tears stinging in my eyes.
I walk towards them, unaware of the stares people give me, but notice Niall moving through the crowd after me. I push Harry off her and grab her leg to pull her filthy ass of the counter. She stumbles in her stilettos but regains her balance to yell at me. "What the hell!?"
"That's my fucking boyfriend you whore!" I scream at her, recognizing her as the waitress from the little bar we went to last night.
"Calm down." Harry slurs, placing his hands on my back, I shake him off, realizing I'm receiving stares from a crowd of people nearby.
She opens her mouth to say something, but with my adrenaline rushing through my veins my fist ends up colliding with her jaw. She groans, clutching her jaw. My knee presses into her gut, a breathless groan emitting from her mouth as she uses the counter to stabilize herself.
"Calm down babe." Harry says again, I turn on my heel and push on his chest.
"Fuck you!" I scream. "Don't bother coming the fuck home!" I push him one last time, storming out of the building with strangers eyes burning into my back. I hate my life, I fucking hate it. Still pissed, I smash my fist into the side mirror of a random car, Niall running out to check on me but I'm already walking towards my car.
*****
I angrily throw my coat on the floor, throwing my shoes at the wall and picking up the nearest vase and throw it against the wall, hearing it shatter as I jog upstairs, punching a hole in the wall, my hand goes through the mirror in our room, and its then my adrenaline starts to decrease, I feel fatigued and the pain in my hand is felt. I look down, its bleeding, how couldn't I feel that?
Fuck.
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A/N: guysss omg there's like a 2 chapters left and I'm freaking the fuck out!
Anywhore ilygsfm stay perf bitches bai
