speak | minishaw

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Harry wakes up and instantly it feels like deja vu.

He was tangled up in the bedsheets of a big bedroom, his body was bare of any clothing, and he could feel the presence of a certain someone next to him, things were a little different to last time, his head hurt like hell, he couldn't remember any of the shit that had happened.

But the picture was there.

He had had sex with Ashley again.

He hated himself for it, he felt disgusted, why had he done it? How could he be so possibly stupid? He was still in a relationship, just because they were taking time off doesn't mean he can turn around and do this shit.

He got out and dressed himself before quickly leaving, he didn't want to stay at that house any longer than he already had, he made sure he didn't wake her up on the way out, and he successfully managed to sneak out of the trashed house, the remainder of the party supplies thrown on the floor. To think that last night the house was still in tack. How terrible it will be to clean that up.

Harry can't even think what his mum is going to say when she gets home, she didn't even expect him to go to a party, what would she say if she saw her son come back from a night out, will she suspect something happened? What about Cal, oh god, Cal will know immediately what has happened, will he yell at Harry, he does know about his relationship?

Harry got home safely in one peace, and thankfully his mum wasn't up yet. He went into his room and got changed into something different, he went in to check on Cal in the spare bedroom, but he was missing, where had he gone?

Harry thought nothing of it, and he plonked down on his bed, he felt more comfortable in his own sheets, rather than the ones supplied to him last night, how had he gotten himself stuck in that sort of situation again? He tried to rack his brain in order to pick out the details he couldn't fill, but he came up with nothing, he let it go, just calm g it a mistake that will never be brought up, he couldn't tell anyone about this, especially not Simon, Simon would probably dump him immediately if he found of his boyfriend had been fiddling with someone else behind closed doors.

Simon was at home two, he had arrived home last night and went to bed, however, things in the house were far from calm, Josh and JJ got back, and within ten minutes of them being back, JJ had picked a fight with his girlfriend Sarah, Simon could hear it all from his room, and Josh was in there too. The boys were listening as they fought, their screams so loud that the neighbours could probably here them. What they didn't know is that the screaming they were doing was the calmest part of it all.

They heard shatters of glass, they heard shoves and pushes, when Simon opened his door, he saw them both in the hallway, she was crying, tears streaming down her face as she threw a glass bottle at the wall. JJ was fuming, his eyes were red, his voice low as he spoke to her. He was ready to burst, every time she spat another daring insult or threw a fragile item he sparked even more.

JJ leached for her, pinning her arms against the wall. Even though Simon thought she deserved it, from coming into their house and ruining their things, and the fact he didn't like her because she was an ex, he couldn't let his friend hurt a girl. It was to violent, and you could see Sarah's arms getting red.

Simon pulled JJ off, him stumbling back, JJ looked at Simon confused, he didn't say anything though, JJ ran downstairs and out of the house, Josh following him quickly, while Simon stayed with Sarah.

"Thank you so much," she says sweetly, like it hadn't happened. Simon huffed. "Thanks for coming here and ruining our stuff," he says sarcastically, he gets out the vacuum and starts to vacuum up all the glass, she watches from afar, watching as Simon cleans up all the tiny fragments of glass stuck into the carpet.

Simon turns around and looks at her. "What are you still doing here, shouldn't you just leave," he says. She looks down at the floor and sighs. "Simon, I think your all I have left." She says sadly.

Simon rolls his eyes.

"I hate to break it to you, I'm not. I'm not your friend, I never was." He says, she looks up, her tears stained in her face. "B...but you helped me from JJ, why would you do that." She asks. "Because I can't let my best friend hurt a girl, I don't like you, but I'm not cruel."

She nods, she walks down the stairs, and Simon doesn't relax until he hears the front door close. Simon puts the vacuum away and looks down at the floor, seeing if there was any glass left, he spotted some, picking up the last few and putting them in the bin.

He goes downstairs to the front door, looking to see if JJ and Josh were anywhere in the street, he couldn't see them, but he could see the small shadow at the very end of the street. Sarah.

Sarah Bennett. His ex. JJ's ex. Now alone.

He leans against the door frame, pulling out a cigarette from the box near the front door, he lights it up, the flame lit, he places it in his mouth and smokes the cigarette, trying to calm himself down.

He hears his phone ding from his back pocket, he pulls out his phone and opens it up, seeing a new message that had just been send through.

It was Ashley, asking him to come over to discuss about the wedding plans.

He couldn't catch a break could he.