Underneath My Skin

Ch. 38

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. -Sam Keen.

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Briella's p.o.v

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The sound of a chair sliding backwards catches my attention. I look up and Harry is standing. His eyes are filled with anger.

What?

"I'm getting a drink," he announces.

I look down at my plate and everyone goes back to their conversations. I look over into the kitchen. Harry is tugging at his thick curls and breathing heavily. What's wrong with him?

"I'm going to go fix myself a drink," I tell Zayn quietly.

He nods and I stand from my chair. I make my way into the kitchen. Harry's eyes lock with mine and his are wide and filled with fury. I gulp and walk over to his cabinet. I grab a glass and walk over to the various bottles of alcohol sitting on the counter.

I can feel Harry's eyes burning holes into the side of my face. I look at him and he takes a deep breath.

"What's your problem?" I whisper.

He scoffs. "I don't have a fucking problem," he whispers harshly.

I look away from him and grab a bottle of vodka.

"Yes you do," I whisper. "You're jealous."

I look over at him and his expression is priceless. His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. I smirk and he quickly closes his mouth.

"Jealous of what? You and Zayn? Sorry babe but I'm not. I could care less who you fuck," he says rudely.

I scoff and roll my eyes. He's such an asshole. He takes the bottle of vodka from my hands and pours some in a rocks glass cup. He hands the bottle back to me and chug his drink straight.

I pour a little bit of vodka in my cup and grab some orange juice from the fridge. Harry watches me intently. I mix my drink up and look at Harry.

"Do you want one or something?" I snap.

He shakes his head.

"Then why the hell do you keep starring at me?"

"I just can't believe it, that's all."

I roll my eyes. "Can't believe what?"

"That you were stupid enough to fuck Zayn." he spits.

My heart drops. "Well I was stupid enough to fuck you so..."

His mouth falls open. I smirk and hurry back into the dining room. I sit next to Zayn and take a sip of my drink.

"Harry, hurry up! They're about to start opening presents!" Louis yells.

Harry returns to the dining room with his rocks glass refilled with clear liquid. He's drinking. That's never good.

There's a few bags in front of Niall and a few in front of Bianca. I didn't get her anything, but Zayn did and signed my name on it. Why the fuck would he do that?

"I'll go first," Niall says.

Everyone nods. Louis gets out his phone and starts recording which is unnecessary because Niall is twenty three, not five.

Niall picks a green bag and looks at the name tag.

"This ones from Liam," he announces.

He takes the colored tissue paper out and pulls out five snap backs. Damn it, Liam's a genius. Why didn't I buy him snap backs? He freaking loves them. I mentally face palm.