Chances (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

HARRY’S POV

            The toxins and smoke clouded my mind as I felt someone sit on my lap. Their soft lips found their way to mine, but I didn’t know whose. My senses were tingling from the alcohol and the joint I just consumed, so at this point, I couldn’t make a clear judgment of my actions. I felt the couch sink down next to me, thinking it was another guy getting stoned. I heard a familiar voice clear their throat, so I glanced over at who was seated next to me.

            “Oh, hey,” I said smiling at Catherine sitting next to me. She looked pissed, but I didn’t know why.

            “I’m leaving. Don’t you dare try to follow me. It’s over, Harry,” she spat, her voice a little shaky. I was too high to realize what I was doing, but her words finally sunk it.

            “What? Why?” I managed to say, barely able to form those words. The person on my lap got up and left, but I didn’t care. It was becoming clear. I cheated.

            “Do you even know what’s going on right now? You have some girl on your lap that you’ve been making out with! Fuck you!” she screamed. My heart sunk, and I wanted to punch myself. How could I have been so fucking stupid? Before I could react, she was heading out the door. I jumped off of the couch, calling her name as she pushed through the crowd of people at the party. I had to get her back.

CATHERINE’S POV

            “Sorry my brother is an asshole. If there’s anything you girls need, my room is down the hall. There’s ice cream in the freezer and snacks in the kitchen. If you need anything, just come wake me. I don’t mind,” Gemma said showing the three of us into her guest room. There were two beds and a pull-out couch. I hugged her and thanked her for her kind actions and sat on one of the beds finally letting the tears I’d fought back since the party roll down my face.

            “It’ll be okay, Cat. I know what he did wasn’t right at all, but things will work out. I promise. Paige and I will always be here. If you wanna fly home tomorrow, we can. We will completely understand,” Jane said sitting next to me and rubbing my back with her hand. Paige sat on my other side doing the same. I nodded, sniffling a little.

            “Let’s get you cleaned up. Gemma gave us all t-shirts and shorts that we can change into. It’s getting late anyway,” Paige said handing me Gemma’s clothes.

            “I’ll go get that ice cream she mentioned,” Jane said.

            “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

            “You have nothing to be sorry for,” Paige assured. “What he did was wrong, and you have every right to be upset.”

After changing and eating what seemed like a never-ending tub of ice cream, I fell asleep on the small bed, ignoring every message and call that came through to my phone and finally shutting it off.

The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes that still burned from the endless flow of tears and running makeup that got in my eyes. I finally turned my phone on to see ten missed calls and ten text messages all from Harry. I read through them, and they were nothing but jumbled words of ‘I’m worried’ and ‘Please answer’ and ‘I love you’. If he loved me, he wouldn’t have cheated, but I guess I should’ve expected it from Harry Styles, the world-famous pop star in a boy band.