Harry's POV
"Wait.. What?" I struggle trying to comprehend the poison that just left her lips.
"I don't love you."
I'm stuck in my tracks and I watch Miley leave my apartment, slamming the door behind her.
How could she say that? She told me that I make her a better person. That I help make her forget about Peter.
How could I be so oblivious?
She wasn't hurt because of Peter.
She was hurt because of me.
I caused her this pain.
It's all my fault.
Why did I have to be so careless?
Fuck, why was I even out that night?
I walk across the room and begin to throw anything and everything.
I avoid things that are a bit pricy, but destroying these items aren't making me feel any better.
Like destroying Miley.
I destroyed her and now she's this huge winter storm; cold but beautiful.
Sitting on the floor, I cry into my hands.
Why me?
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Miley's POV
I'm driving home, tears streaming rapidly down my already-stained cheeks.
How could have Harry kept that from me all this time?
Walking inside my apartment, I run to my room, avoiding any questions from Shay.
Why did Harry not help us?
Why was he even driving while he was drunk?
I lay on the bed, trying to keep myself from sobbing.
But I lied.
I do love Harry.
I love him so much.
He has taught me so many things and he's so kind and perfect.
I love him.
I told myself I wouldn't do this.
Look where it got me.
It all makes sense now.
Harry not wanting to tell me his secret because it tied in with mine.
Harry not drinking alcohol.
Harry always being cautious while he's driving.
I was just too fucking blind to see it.
He cares. I know he does. And I care for him too.
But right now just isn't a good time to discuss.
Yes, I forgive him.
It's done.
Over with.
He's a new and better person and I'm so happy he changed for the better.
Now it's my turn to forgive and forget.
For the better.
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Harry's POV
Once my eyes are out of tears to cry, I grab my keys and head outside and into my truck.
I smirk at the thought of where I'm going. It's been a while.
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"Long time no see," I say under my breath as I walk into the local bar.
"Harry.. Is that you?" I turn to my left and spot a black-haired chick walking my way.
"And you are?"
"Alice. Don't you remember?"
Alice.. Alice?
Alice Mason?
Oh. Yeah. The girl I used to call up when I needed a good fuck.
"Um, yeah. I remember."
I take a seat on one of the stools and Alice follows.
"You seem different. I heard you have a girlfriend."
I cringe at the mention of Miley.
"I don't know if we're still together," I mumble.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Alice puts her arm around me, awkwardly hugging me. "Let me buy you a drink."
.
She orders me a shot called Liquid Cocaine.
This can't be good.
I drink it anyways, downing it in a second.
The familiar sting of vodka slithering down my throat makes me feel amazing.
I missed the numbness it brings.
I'm on my thirteenth shot when Alice tries making a move on me.
"What are you doing?" I say, my words slurred.
"We both need some distraction, Harry. I know you missed me."
Actually, I never even thought about you.
"I'm the one paying for your drinks, remember?" she teases.
"I can buy my own drinks."
"I don't think your boss would like to know that you drink again."
Is this bitch really threatening me?
I roll my eyes and drink the rest of the strong shot in my hands.
I lean over, kissing Alice.
My hands find her ass and she squeals when I squeeze it.
"Hey, no sex in the bar," A man over the counter yells, shooing us out.
"Your place?" Alice asks.
I shrug and we jump into my truck.
.
Alice and I arrive at my apartment and I get dizzy entering the door.
Alice shuts it behind her and turns to me.
"So, Styles. What do you like to do for fun?"
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