Harry's POV
I wake up with a pounding head and faded memory of last night's party.
All I remember is Cam cheating on me and Miley cleaning my hands.
Did I hurt someone?
I wince as I sit up. Fuck, why do I have a headache? I didn't drink, did I?
No, I couldn't have. I haven't gotten drunk in a year.
I slowly stand up and make my way to the bathroom.
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After a quick shower, I'm standing in front of the mirror, staring blankly at the reflection in front of me.
A swarm of questions invade my head and I screw my eyes shut.
I need to call Cam.
"Hello?" Cam answers.
"Hey, ba-.. I mean, hey, Cam."
"Hi." I hear her sniffle and I can tell she's been crying. Her voice is hoarse and I feel awful about how I treated her last night..
But she is the one that should be sorry.
I wasn't the one kissing on another person.
"Are you okay?" I lamely ask.
I hear her laugh. Not a good one, but one of those laughs that comes along with disbelief and disappointment.
"Am I okay? You really have the nerve to ask me that? I told you I was sorry and I explained it to you.. Then you go and make out with another girl? Just because I did it doesn't mean you can. It sounds wrong but that's how it is. I thought you'd be the bigger person. I don't care if we're not together anymore. And I'm not saying what I did wasn't wrong, because it was and I'm so sorry for making that mistake. But what I witnessed last night was heart breaking."
She's trying to hold back sobs and I don't even know what the hell she's talking about.
I didn't kiss anyone last night.
But I also don't remember anything.
* FLASHBACK *
Harry's POV
I run down the stairs as soon as I'm out of the bathroom with Miley.
I don't know what has gotten into me.
I turn around and Miley is standing at the railing looking confused as ever.
I thanked her, didn't I? Sure I did.
"Hey, man! Where've you been?" Chaz slurs in my ear.
"You're fucking hammered," I say, pushing him off of me. He reeks like vodka.
"C'mon, dude. Don't you want some? It's been a while."
"No, I don't want any of that shit."
I walk away, trying to stay calm. The room is spinning. I need to sit down.
Ugh, why aren't I staying calm?
I find the nearest couch and plop down on it. My hands are now molded into fists and I almost yell when someone taps my shoulder.
"What the fu-" I look up and see a soft, familiar face.
"Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out," Miley says, taking a seat right next to me.
I don't even stop her when she reaches out and touches my forehead, searching for a fever.
"I feel horrible," I admit. "I hate Cam. So fucking much."
"No, you don't. It's okay to be upset. Just don't let it overpower you."
I feel her hand rest on my forearm and the room has stopped spinning.
I look to my left and stare into her now blue eyes.
Do they always change color like that?
Before I know it, I find myself leaning into Miley and my hands find their way to her waist.
"Harry, I don't think you sh-"
"No," I interrupt her. "I need this."
My lips crash into hers and her fingers hook around my neck.
Her elegant mouth moves easily with mine and I don't know how much time has passed until I hear someone yell my name.
I look up to find a crying Cam, even more wrecked than she was maybe forty minutes ago.
I leave Miley sitting on the couch and I run after Cam.
Being the clumsy asshole I am, I trip and fall over someone's mother fucking foot.
I hit my head on something hard and I can't see straight.
* FLASHBACK OVER *
"Cam.. We were both stupid last night and I just want-"
"I can't. I'm sorry. Goodbye."
She hangs up on me, leaving me confused and angry.
I still don't know why out of all people I kissed Miley. And why did I have to trip over someone's damn foot? And who even brought me back to my house?
I lay back down on my bed and cover my face with my blanket.
Maybe if I shut myself out, the world will finally realize this isn't the right place for me.
I always fuck everything up.
Every chance I could possibly have just slips from my fingertips.
Fuck this.
Fuck everything.
