New Boy || [ Harry Styles au ] ✔️

17

Cool breeze floated across my face, making me shiver slightly as I sat up. As soon as the sunlight hit my eyes, a sharp pang resounded in my head. My head was blaring. Groaning, I brought my hands up to massage my scalp in hopes of reducing the pain.

When the pain finally subsided a little, I looked around and frowned at what I saw. I was at a beach. A fūcking beach. In the middle of fall. What in the world?

I looked to the chair beside me and saw Harry who was still passed out; snoring lightly with his mouth slightly agape...just how he slept when I was with him.

Harry's jacket was wrapped around me, shielding my body from the wind and I felt my heart warming by a thousand degrees.

Nope, not again.

What even happened last night? Tiny fragments of my memory started to come back to me as I closed my eyes deep in thought.

❁Flashback❁

Harry pulled up to the beach just as I had instructed. He said he had some alcoholic beverages in a cooler inside his trunk and I was more than happy to oblige.

Liquid courage helps everyone, am I right?

He handed me the opened bottle and I happily snatched it from his hand, bringing it up to my lips in one straight gulp. The strong liquid burned my throat as I was still new to alcohol. His eyes followed the movement and lingered on my lips for a few second.

Speaking of lips, Harry and I never kissed each other on the mouth. But God, his lips—

Clearing my throat, I turned around and walked down the pavement straight to the sandy beach.

I do not need any more awkward encounters. I was scolding my inner self for having such lucid thoughts when Harry joined me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He wondered aloud, taking a seat on one of the wooden recliners.

"Well," I followed suit, sitting on the one beside his before taking another large sip. "I plan on getting shīt faced, talk about my feelings and also hate myself in the morning for the exact same reason."

My wide grin was a dead giveaway that I was already getting intoxicated.

"You're such a lightweight." Harry teased, gulping down his own drink. "But I plan on doing the same thing."

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"I'm so cold." I hiccuped, placing the now empty bottle on the sand. My third one, I think.

"Here. Take this." Harry insisted, shutting out all my drunken protests which was basically me swatting at him. He draped the warm jacket over my shoulders and I slid my arms through each opening.

"Thank you." I giggled, my body swaying. 

A lopsided smile came over his face. "Anything for my Zara."

All of a sudden my mood dampened. My lips pulled up into a pout as I stared at him with conviction in my eyes. "Don't say that."

"Why not? It's true." He defended himself, lying down completely on the recliner.

"You left me." I bit back a sob. "All because you thought I was plotting something."

"Zara—"

"No. For once in your life, shut the fūck up and listen to me." I snapped angrily. The alcohol finally getting to me as I put my brave face on. "You put me up on cloud nine and dragged me down the very next day. Who do you think you are?"

Harry looked down, shame filling his eyes but I felt no remorse. I knew I would spill a lot tonight, but I was willing to. This was necessary. A tiny fraction of my sober brain kept telling me to shut the fūck up but my brain was cloudy.

"I don't need to show people that we are a thing. I don't need you either." I blatantly lied, lying on my back as I stared up at the starry sky. "I can be with whoever I want."

A soft whimper broke from Harry, making me abruptly end my speech. "Don't say that." He whined, eyes glistening under the moonlight. "It hurts to see you with someone else. It hurts to see someone else making you smile, laugh, blush...all the things I should be doing."

"You lost your chance Harry." I regretfully reminded him.

"I know." He stated, his voice oddly calm now. "And I absolutely hate myself for it."

❁End of flashback ❁

After that, I recall closing my eyes and falling asleep within seconds.

Well shīt. What do you do after a night like that? Should I act like I forgot everything or bring up the things we said last night?

"Harry." I croaked with all the strength I could muster. When the āsshat still didn't wake up, I raised a hand and slapped him.

Like straight up slapped him on the cheek. He was up within moments, grumbling as he soothed his red cheek with his palm.

"What the hell happened last night?" He groaned and my eyes widened in panic.

Don't tell me he forgot...

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