Unforgettable (a one direction fanfic) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Seventeen: Empty

Harry's P.O.V

Rain poured down the bustling streets, washing away all the broken shards of glass outside the local pub. The ceiling lights flickered endlessly, casting shadows around the room. Old, middle aged drunken men were passed out, groaning and mumbling in their intoxicated slumber.

A group of girls around my age were eyeing me off from a distance, whispering and giggling to one another. Pretty pathetic if you ask me. I drained my glass of liquor and slammed it down on the table, feeling it burn down my throat.

"Son if you keep whacking my glasses down like that I'm gonna have to kick you out," the bartender said gruffly.

"Relax I'm not doing any harm to anyone," I said, purposely twirling the glass round by it's handle. I picked it up and pretended to smash it on the table, making the bartender flinch.

"Get out of my pub!" the bartender yelled, raising his voice. The girls that were eyeing me off before looked over in alarmment, breaking off the indepth conversation they were having before. I rolled my eyes, dropping a few pound notes on the table as I got up.

"Keep the change," I said heading for the door. "You can use it to renovate this fucking dump you call a pub."

Before the bartender could do or say anything, I hurried outside in the rainy weather, blending in amongst the busy crowd. I tucked my ears underneath my beanie, hiding them from the rain pouring down.

I hurried over to my car that was parked on an empty street, quickly unlocking it and jumping in the backseat. Sighing, I stretched out on the seats and closed my eyes, listening to the rain pelt on the roof of the car. The sound was somewhat soothing, although it didn't completely get rid of all the dilemma I was facing at the moment.

Firstly, I was apart of some messed up love triangle with one of my best friends and his 'girlfriend'. And I quote girlfriend because we all know she wants me.

Hashtag #justsaying.

Even though I usually follow the saying, "Bros before hoes," this time I didn't. Everyone knows when I see something I like, I must have it. Like I've said before, there is a very thin line between me and girls. Actually the line between me and girls is close to translucent.

Aside from that, thanks to the fight that I kinda initiated three days ago, Liam and I aren't on speaking terms and I'm just too pissed off at Jen to speak with her. Why can't she admit the truth? Why can't she see that I truly love her?

I sighed again, rolling onto my side. I just wanted to shake her side to side yelling at her to wake up, because she is in seriously denial about us. And at the same rate, I just wanted her to be happy, even if it isn't with me.

Liam is a good guy and I honestly don't want to lose him as a friend for sure. He's never done anything wrong by me and clearly I'm the bad guy that doesn't deserve to get any good karma for stabbing him in the back.

God if I only I could forget about all this drama.

Maybe I should drink some more, that usually does the trick.

Nevermind, the bartender will slit my throat if I enter his pub again.

Suddenly my phone began to ring; vibrating in my jean pocket. I pulled it out, checking to see the I.D caller on the screen. Louis' photo flashed up for about the hundreth time, showing a photo of him taken two years back. Bless that idiot I call a friend. He was either wild and pumped up for a big night out or suddenly transformed into my mum. There is no inbetween.

I declined the call, before dropping my phone onto my stomach, resting it there. Suddenly it began vibrating again. Not thinking straight, I picked it up thinking it wasn't going to be Louis again.